Chapter 2: Chapter 2
It was now December and time was coming up for Brown Sugar's birthday! It would soon to be her fourteenth birthday which she was looking forward to it, just like others who were concocting her demise!
Expectedly, it was a happy time for her, especially since she had almost completed her school work exercises!
In her eyes, her future was looking much brighter than ever and there was nothing set in her way to stop her now; so she thought!
Ms. Pamela health had somewhat improved quite a bit but she wasn't a full hundred like she used to be! So there were times that she still needed Brown Sugar assistance around the house, and sometimes she needed her to help her with her personal care such as washing her back or her feet, and at other times, she needed her to fix her a meal which Brown Sugar was more than happy to do for her!
For her, this was her mother and they both had created a wonderful bond together and respect for each other.
Ms. Pamela had great admiration for Brown Sugar because she considered her a great thinker, someone who was always analyzing and planning how to make hard situation and circumstances easier. But most of all, she admired that she had found a way to still take onto her lessons at school when things were tough and she was sick and unable to find the funds to send her back to school every day!
She was extremely proud of her for that and she couldn't wait for the next year to come when she would be graduating from her first institute of formal education.
For her it was a big deal; especially since neither her, or, her figure head husband hadn't acquired such an educational status!
Brown Sugar was beautiful, smart and intelligent and she felt a surge of great pride to be her mother!
It was now mid-week and Brown Sugar was perusing through her school work as usual one Wednesday night; late into the night hours! She had told herself, she wouldn't wear anything that would expose her breast while she was in the house, especially at nights when her mother was a sleep and she was doing her school work; because she didn't want what had happened to her with her uncle to ever happen to her again!
Sweater and all, she was securely covered up to prevent any provocation from happening with Uncle Ben. Like always, she was under the home sweet home lamp and there comes Uncle Ben ready to take action... and after circling the table and eying his niece he was ready to grab her in places that were private and wasn't ready to be touched by him or any other man!
He wasn't joking, he wasn't tipsy but he wasn't drunk!
He was sober enough and in his right mind; but this deceptive act, he had been planning all along in that perverted head of his! Making one step closer to her he began touching her and then he began rustled, ruffled and rumpled with Brown Sugar for hours until they were exhausted! And for what seems like an eternity, he kept on tousling and fighting with her, like he was fighting a man in jail just to get into her pants!
Throwing her onto the cot every now and then, and she using both feet on his chest bringing them both to the floors repeatedly as she wrestled with him repeatedly!
Again, he would grab her, pulling at her clothing; trying to the brake the threads that hold cloths together!
Like a beast, he would then lift her up and then throw her onto the little cot situated in the corner of the room oftentimes causing her head to bang against the wall, as he tried forcing himself in between her legs while preaching all that he had done for her since she was a child!
Nonetheless, Brown Sugar was no match for him... compare to her size, he was a giant... a replica of King-Kong!
However, she gave him a good fight, and when she saw that she was at the door of the losing battlers, she screamed with everything she got, even frightened him, her attacker, and awakened her mother!
He wasn't expecting this sound to come from her tiny body... hearing it; he jumped to his feet and tried rearranging his clothing in order like the gods were coming!
Now he was looking at her wild eyed and wondering where that sound had come from... to him, it didn't sound normal!
His ear was aching and his heart was beating very fast, like he was experiencing an encounter with a ghost!
Now he was calling her name, asking repeatedly ...
"Brown Sugar, are you okay?"
"Are you okay Brown Sugar?"
Filled with anger, she uttered not a word, but just sat on the side of her cot staring at him in disbelief and probably, shock!
He was out of his wits end, and now, he began throwing the furniture all around the house while expressing profanities!
Slowly, Ms. Pamela entered the living room space, and began investigating the matter; but Brown Sugar refused from opening her mouth!
It was not that she didn't trust telling her the information or reveal the situation that had just taken place between her and her husband but she knew the can of worms that it would open up!
Now she felt afraid of the rift that it would cause between them, and the possible on going contention that would accumulate into something else like she had seen so many times before!
Uncle Ben on the other hand, drove his wife back to bed, as he blew out words of insults and demeaning gestures at her; telling her...
"Take your old ass back to bed... Isn't this my house and my niece? Can't I speak to my niece in my own house?" Go back to bed you old hog, and leave us alone!"
He shouted at Pamela!
With hesitancy, Ms. Pamela stood at the entrance of her bedroom door and stared at Brown Sugar with great sympathy! She would have stepped in more aggressively, but she was too weak to fight with him now, especially, during those hours of the night when most, if not all the neighbors where asleep and couldn't come to her defense!
She knew if she started a raucous, he would start raising his voice and the argument might turn out into a physical confrontation like it had done years before when her sister had come to spend time with her, and Ben stated that she was his property because she was under his roof.
Ms. Pamela wasn't foolish or ignorant of her husband slothful and cruel behavior when it came to getting between the legs of women but this was his niece, and she wasn't expecting him to get that low, to get that incestuous and embarrass his own sister's daughter!
Giving her husband a glaring stare while shaking her head in disbelief, she encouraged him to come to bed and leave the child alone, so she could go back to sleep in peace!
Heartrending and foolish, was all Ms. Pamela could say, since she was in no position to physically or emotionally fight with him, and so she went back to bed hoping that Brown Sugar could find the strength and courage to resist her uncle's sexual advances and knock him over the head with one of her heavy bronze figurine she had on display in the house!
Like a thorn on a rose, Uncle Ben sat around the dining table and argued his point about why he had to have his niece virginity.
For a long time he sat there and kept on jobbing at her about all he had done for her, and all the money he had spent for her to have an education, to feed her, to keep a roof over her head, to buy her clothing, and also at the same time, he was trying to make her feel guilty that no one else cared to take her into their house; but him!
"Once you are under this roof, you are mine; so you can take it or leave it!" Those were the last words Uncle Ben uttered before dragging his tried self to bed.
Not understanding the intensity of her dilemma, Brown Sugar redressed herself and then went looking for something to drink... something to make her relax! She was too exhausted to think about anything now... too confused and traumatized to gain any sense of the entire matter!
With a cold drink of sugar and water in her belly, she took a deep breath, said a prayer and then went to sleep thinking!
"My own uncle, my mother's brother wants to bed me!"
"Hummm!!!"
She sighed!
It was mid night, but morning would come!
And when morning came, Brown Sugar awakened to find the flesh of her breast in the mouth of her uncle's as he excitedly moan and groaned of how beautiful and tasty she is!
Her eyes were now fully open to realize that his both hands were pinning her down while his mouth suck and massage her young and perky breast very vigorously!
There was no way she could succumb to this pleasure of it; this was not her destiny... grinding with her own uncle, her own flesh and blood, and like an angry lion she roared and screamed with all she was made up of; and that did the trick!
Immediately, Uncle Ben ceased from his position and began staring down at her like a mad man with crazy eyes who was in daze and unaware of his surroundings!
Ms. Pamela heard the thunderous screams and got up right away!
She began crawling her way to the common area of the living room where she saw her husband standing over Brown Sugar, with his tongue out of his mouth, constantly licking across his lips, like he had just eaten the most delicious meal of his life!
With hatred she rolled her eyes at him while Brown Sugar hastily got up from her cot and rushed to the bathroom to wash away the pain, shame and embarrassment that had taken over her life!
Standing under the shower her heart was racing fast, and pounding hard against her ribs, and no tears could come to express what her heart and soul was feeling!
It was the water and only the water from the tap of the shower that could and had, helped her hold herself together!
Now she began hitting her head against the wall over and over again, as if she wanted to smash her head into pieces against the wall so as to alleviate the troubling pain she was going through! It was over five hours that Brown Sugar remained under the shower hoping that the water would wash away all the nasty and filthy sensation she was enduring.
Customers were coming in requesting their produce and Ms. Pamela remained in her bedroom weeping and decreeing curses and destruction on her husband for what he had been doing to his own niece.
She seriously thought about ending his life herself while she laid on her bed pondering on how to kill him without spending a day in prison for his murder.
Just like architecture, planning ways to structure a building she thought about several ways in which to concoct the murderous operation and what part Brown Sugar would play in the demise and downfall of her evil husband, so they would be vindicated physically and mentally from his untimely passing!
Brown sugar's mind wasn't ready for such cruel and fatal interventions... she wasn't exposed to much and all she knew, she had learned from Ms. Pamela and the other people living and passing through her village.
She wasn't even too much aware of the streets or the different places in the community, which were very few, and whether they were for religion, socializing or relaxing.
For her, the only places familiar to her were in the house and operating the business of the farm and the years she had spent in school; anything else would be strange to her. But she was an avid reader and she would read about various places of the world and from that lean about their practices and culture, from doing so.
Not even enjoying a daily meal, Brown Sugar spent the rest of the day serving each customer as they came along asking for whatever produce that were available! Away from that she was attending to the needs of Ms. Pamela whose words about the matter were very few but, still comforting to the child she had raised as her own, and had harbored great loved for her ever since, she was only two years old!
With looks of hurt and desperation written all over her face, Ms. Pamela looked up at Brown Sugar, and vexingly warned...
"Brown Sugar, I am thinking, I want you to know that I am seriously thinking! You understand me?"
With those words spoken, she gave a groan and then another sigh!
It was a sigh of vindictiveness!
As frail and as weak as she had been for months now, she was determine to carry out the task of murdering her husband, regardless, of the consequences; just to protect the dignity of her only child!
Because to her, Brown Sugar was an awesome gift to her, and a gift worth protecting, defending and shielding!
The words were spoken but, Brown Sugar wasn't sure of what she really meant by when she said, she was thinking... she was downright clueless, and had passed it off as talking and arguing with her uncle about the matter later on. So for a moment, she simply dismissed the thought from her consciousness and went back to dealing with the purchasers and her school work.
Peace had reigned for most of the week, but just like the Wednesday before this one, trouble would struck; again!
Just like every night before going to bed, Brown Sugar did all the exercises required by her teacher and then retired to bed. She now thought the sexual attacks by Uncle Ben was now behind her since Ms. Pamela had given Ben a good lashing of the tongue threatening him that she would make the diming of his lights end very near! So she settled herself into bed hoping to get a good night's rest.
And for most of the night, she did just that! But around five a.m. in the morning when sleep felt sweet, and dreams from somewhere out in the galaxy were entering the sub-consciousness and the souls of man's mind, Ben made his move on Brown Sugar once again!
This time it wasn't the sucking and licking of her tits that had woken her up; but she had awaken to find Ben's head between her legs massaging her fleshy lady, with his tongue, his lips and his fingers trying to bring her to a place of addicted organism!
At first it felt good and she thought she was having one of those wet dreams! However, after gathering her senses and opening her eyes, she was shock to see Uncle Ben's head between her legs slurping away like he was having some delicious meal and rolling his eyes with ecstasy as he repeatedly when for another juicing of the erected flesh between her legs!
Again and again Brown Sugar screamed!
She was totally shocked!
She was completely lost for words!
She wanted to run and hide herself somewhere dark!
She wasn't aware that her body had those parts that would create such sensations!
Nonetheless, still too crippled by what she had just experienced!
All that was afforded her were tears and so she began crying... screaming on top of her voice box like she had just witnessed blood and dead bodies in her presences!
Not caring who was hearing her, she began blazing and belting out words...
"Uncle, you have gone too far now!"
Brown Sugar said loudly while having both hands on top of her head.
"Why are you destroying my life?"
"What wickedness have I done to you, for you to be taking advantage of me like this?"
"I am your nice, your sister's child, and your own flesh and blood!"
" Why... tell me why in Jesus name would you want to do something like this to me?"
"How could you handle me with such inappropriateness... such disdain, such disregard, such disrespect?"
"Why do you want to finish me... end my life... for what?"
Brown Sugar continued yelling out for hours, with shattering and earsplitting tone in her voice as tears of pain trickled from her eyes and bulge of slimes shamelessly drip from her nostrils!
With no remorse, Uncle Ben came to the front of the yard and sternly ordered Brown Sugar to come inside the house, and stop the loud noise in the front of his yard, or get off of his premises!
When she had stubbornly ignored his suggestion, he reached for a piece of stick and began chasing after her around the yard, as he commented on how lucky she was to be in his house while still promising her, that the next time, it wouldn't be him wanting her to feel good, but that he would certainly impregnate her!
Like a red light, the chase stopped just like that!
Fire was now blazing inside Brown Sugar's soul, and flames of red were in her eyes, as she turned and ask the questions...
"What?"
"You want to impregnate me; me your own flesh and blood; your own sister's child... man are you crazy!"
This time, not showing any expression on his ruggedly bearded face, Uncle Ben turned to his niece and said;
"If you are going to stay into this house, under my roof; you are mine and you will soon have to have my child, you hear me!"
While waving the piece of stick at her!
Brown Sugar was now speechless... completely shock and somewhat frantic!
Now, she wasn't running from him anymore but was searching for something... something big and heavy enough like big stone, to throw into his face!
She wanted to smash his face into pieces!
She wanted to blind those blazingly blue eyes that stared at her like he was piercing into her soul!
She wanted him dead and gone forever!
Considering her actions, she knew if she carried out her thoughts, her freedom would be taken away and her ambitions and dreams of obtaining a job and finding her biological father would be gone along with it!
Nevertheless, she wanted Uncle Ben to know that he couldn't have her to matter he did, and that she was dead serious about him not touching her in a sexual manner anymore! Filled with agitation, Brown Sugar bent down, grabs the biggest stone she could manage to throw, and then threw it at him with all her might while blaring out...
"I say, I want you to leave me alone!"
The blue eyes weren't gone, but they were almost gone!
Blood was now chinning from his right eye-brow like soda from a bottle that had just been shaken before being opened!
Blood was spewing on his shirt, on the wall of the house, on the ground and also all over his both hands!
"Pamela, Pamela, Pamela... look what this ungrateful child has done to me! Can you imagine, that she had just taken a stone a burst my face wide open, almost blinding me?"
Now the bloody shirt was off his back, folded up into a cot and above his eye-brow controlling whatever blood that was spewing from his wound!
He finally then made his way back inside the house where he saw Ms. Pamela looking throw the window from where he had just come from!
"Woman, you see what this no good and ungrateful gal have done to my face?"
"You know I'm going to kill it!"
Uncle Ben shouted bitterly!
"You know she can never ever stay in her again; not even for one more night!"
He continued.
Looking at him with disdain and disgust Ms. Pamela spoke!
"You said it, she is a child and not one of those women you fooling around with on the streets! My sister was here and you tried the same thing with her; and that was very bad! But this is your niece, your sister's daughter and you want to have your way with her like she is some piece of flesh you picked up on the streets!"
"What is wrong with you - where is your dignity - when will you ever learn! You need to control your stinking flesh or someone is going to control it for you, permanently!
Ms. Pamela rant and raved until she was fully exhausted, and went to stretched herself across the bed without lifting a finger to aid her lifelong partner.
With a blurry vision, Uncle Ben, somehow found his way to the medicine cabinet where he scrambled for whatever he needed to dress the wound above his right eye, but not before reaching for some of the wrong solutions.
First he reached for the bottle filled with hydro-peroxide and poured it on the raw wound which gave him a stinging effect in the center of his wound that had him cursing and swearing Jesus off the cross!
"God damn it, this hurts like f****!"
"Damn it, Jesus, please help me!"
Uncle Ben cried!
"This is what this bastard has done to me; after all I have done for her!"
"Pamela, you not coming to dress your man's wound; you see me bleeding to death and you don't even move an inch to come and help me!"
Uncle Ben continuously raved and mumbled!
No one cared to respond to Ben's demand for help!
He then reached for the bottle of Dettol, wet his shirt with it, and then placed it on the scar. This time the sensation was even worse than the first, and he threw away the whole bottle of disinfection, tossed his body to the floor and began screaming and weeping in great agony like he had been scorched with hot oil!
His only cry this time was for his creator to help him or come and take him home!
For him the pain was too much, too unbearable; and he wanted to collapse and die!
He was on the floor weeping and praying for the burning sensation to subside - to go way!
There was no way that he could have moved an inch until it had done so!
Finally, he found the bottle with the iodine in it, placed it on a piece of cotton ball, rested it over the wound and then covered the cotton ball with some tape and Band-Aid from the medicine chest.
Now he had accomplished his desired task, and there in the rest room he left his bloody shirt, along with all the other bottles and medicinal products he had used to cover his wound. Afterwards, demanding for his wife to come and clean up all the mess he had created when dressing his wound.
Unlike all the other times, this time was very different for Ms. Pamela, since she had made up her mind that she wouldn't allow him to walk all over her or push her around just for her to clean up his mess, his vomits, his urine, and on top of all that, take in all his insults he had thrown at her, and at other times his bruises!
This time she meant every word, and she was standing her ground!
Fully she grasped, that his flesh wasn't normal!
For all the years they have been together, her eyes and her mind had been sealed shut!
However, now her mind and her eyes were wide open, and she recognized that his flesh had to be abnormal - evil; because the same child he had raised ever since she was a toddler, he was now capable and willing to bed!
All the other women she knew of him trying to make conquest of or conquer, and throwing them down in the sack, were of age. Many a times, she had blamed most of them for flirting with her husband and throwing themselves at him like cheap perfume; because, as it was rumored, he hadn't put a ring on her finger, therefore, he was fair game.
Even in the case of him trying to bed her own sister, she had partially considered it to be her fault, since she had oftentimes exposed that part of her flesh that she thought, should be covered up and only be exposed when one was taking a shit or a shower!
Still, Uncle Ben was like all the food chain rolled up into one!
He was like herbivore, because he didn't matter how green they were... how young a girl was for him to be chasing after her!
He was like a carnivore, because he didn't matter what the flesh... what the meat looked like for him to be hauling it into a sack!
Most definitely, he was like omnivores, since he didn't matter if the female flesh he was running after were young, old, age appropriate, married or single, consumable, disable, related or unrelated; to him or to anyone else!
If he saw them and wanted them, that would be it!
He would go tear down barriers, blocks and barricades, and even cross borders just to shock-up with that flashy female flesh which had caught his eyes!
Leaving the yard to go sit by the city water plant for the day where he oftentimes worked, Uncle Ben, dressed himself in his navy blue uniform, and placed a cap on his head with the peak of the cap disguising where he had been freshly scared; before leaving the house.
Trying to avoid the obvious; all the questions that were going to be asked by almost every passer-by he came in contact with him to and from his journey to work.
All dressed and ready for work, Uncle Ben stepped out of the yard without eating anything or without saying good-bye to Pamela.
"Good riddance!"
Ms. Pamela proclaimed as he exited the yard.
While hoping in her heart that he would never returned home for the rest of the evening!
The atmosphere was settled, so Ms. Pamela called Brown Sugar back inside the house and expressed to her that she wasn't against what she had done to her husband. On the other hand, she would have to soon find some place to stay because she don't think her uncle is going give-up... he had no intention of leaving her alone until shame and embarrassment was placed at their door step. And since he and shame and embarrassment are very close knitted relatives, such matters of disgust wouldn't at all bother him.
"What type of man would want to sleep with his own niece, his own kin, his own bloodline... hay!"
Ms. Pamela alarmed!
Not wanting to consume her thoughts in the matter or send up her blood pressure, Ms. Pamela told Brown Sugar to put whatever produce that they had in the front of the yard after she had finished showering; so they could catch whatever sale that would come their way for the day!
Fully dressed, Brown Sugar went to the kitchen first; placing what pots needed on the stove to prepare something for herself and Ms. Pamela to eat. While the stove did its part, she spread out the crocus bags and rested a variety of foods on top of them so when the customers... regular and passer-by stopped by, they could select whatever it is that they needed to purchase!
Food done, she served Ms. Pamela first, then herself!
After the breadfruit, salt-fish, sliced tomatoes, along with some creamy mint tea were settled in their belies; Brown Sugar reached for her books and began practicing each exercise hoping to memorize every math formula and the spelling of every word until her first customer came along.
It was a parent of one of her class mate and so Brown Sugar told the woman to tell her daughter that she should come and see her this evening after she had returned from school, expressing to her that the matter was very important and carried much urgency!
Brown Sugar wanted to send her favorite teacher a note to inform her about her pending troubles and to ask for her assistance in the matter, if her threats ever were to become a reality she wanted to have some place to go!
After her busy day of serving customers and studying for what might be her future tasks, occupation or vocation Brown Sugar class mate showed up to find out what was all the urgency about; and then and there, Brown Sugar handed her the brown envelope addressed to Ms. Edna Williams.
"Please, just give this to my teacher Ms. Williams for me and ask her to come and see me, if she has the time; okay! I really appreciate you coming by in such short notice, thanks very much! I'll probably see you tomorrow; alright, bye!"
Brown Sugar said with nerving tremors, to her class mate, Shelly-Ann.
In returned, Shelly-Ann promised Brown Sugar that she would definitely deliver both the written and verbal message to Ms. Williams, and gave her class-mate a friendly hug before saying her final good-bye!
Like usual, night was almost near and dinner was served!
Even for the contemptuous beast sharing the household with Ms. Pamela and Brown Sugar, a plate was placed on the table ready and waiting for him to devour.
However, Uncle Ben must have been in too much pain, he barely touched his food after returning home that evening! Neither had he tried another of his sexual attacks on Brown Sugar and he didn't do so for months!
Without waking up to the flesh eater and soul cheater, Brown Sugar slept on her cot in peace, without Uncle Ben even looking at her!
For months, she studied her school work at nights, took care of the house, Ms. Pamela and the selling of the goods during the days like she have been doing for almost a full year without the indignant of a thing she called uncle, open his filthy mouth and saying anything to her again!
Gifts
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received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
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