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This is a continous story about the truth of my life I will post the rest at a later time. I will post the transcripts of the recent trial and the links to the newspaper articles. If you want to ask me any questions about the this please do but my email only. I recently learned that by talking about it and not lying helps a lot.

Bitter-Sweet at Sixteen



Here is the truth and nothing but the truth. For the past six years I didn’t know how to confront this fear of mine. In actuality the people who think they know me don’t know the half to this story, not because I lied to yall but because I lied to myself. I never wanted to be the center of attention and I really didn’t want to feel the pity neither. I disconnected with a lot of people that LOVED and CARED for me, but because I hide this secret what was awful only lead to things becoming worst. My life at 16 was bitter sweet…I was raped by my dance teacher’s boyfriend (even thought I would only tell people he touched me) and was disconnected from my father after only 3yrs of knowing him.

At age 15 I joined a hip hop dance group to get more experience in hip hop dancing because I felt it would be a great transition from break dancing. I joined a local group with my little cousin. I thought it was a great environment and loved the fact that it seems like a family more than a dance team. I grasped the routines easily. Having found out that many of the past team members became very successful and gradually became dancers of celebrities like missy Elliott and Janet Jackson inspired me even more. But what seemed like a family then started to look like a dysfunctional circus. There was so many hatred going on, everyday there was fist fights and arguments. It was this person fucked this person, this girl want her man, you like him, and so on. It got so crazy and me not knowing these people from a hole in a wall I fell back. I came to dance and after that I did me.

I started to feel a weird vibe from my dance teacher after awhile. She was balling with two kids, but me looking in from the outside her money was adding up. She had a big ass crib, a new benz, two new vans for when we went on tours, a dance studio, a dead husband who had recently died before I had joined, so I didn’t get the honor of meeting him and a current boyfriend.

What I didn’t understand was the fact that her latest child was by her dead husband and when I joined the baby had to be about 3months. Now I am not sure exactly when her husband had died but it had to be within the 9months she carried the baby. So by me just assuming that he died when she first got pregnant than that’s 9 plus 3 equals 12 months. If her husband had died a year ago, how is it that she has a boyfriend that is living with her in such a short period of time. Mind you I later found out that her boyfriend Roderick had just got out of jail some months before I joined. That seemed very fishy to me, meaning you was fucking with this man at some when you were married, he went to jail, your husband mysteriously dies of natural causes and when Roderick got out withthin a short period of time you moved this new man in your house with your two kids. Now because my dance teacher lived close to me I often did her and Roderick’s hair, and even watched the kids while they handle their business, which included doing drugs. Now I didn’t asked questions and I never made it seem like it bothered me because it seem like everyone knew what was going on and it was the norm of the dance team.

The dance team ranged from age 12 to about 24, most of the older dudes on the team had been on the team for years. I later founded out that the older dudes were getting paid to construct new members, meaning because most of them were very attractive and wowed girls with their moves and flips that often motivated the girls to join, thats how my dance teacher would gain income by charging them money to join. The boys had other jobs within the group they would pick up the dance members from Ashmont after school using the dance school vans’and drop them off to the dance studio in Randolph. Now girls being so boy crazy and young minded they would fall into the trap but after they were dropped off the dudes would leave to handle my dance teacher’s drug transactions. In return she would give the boys ounces of weed, liquor and the keys to joy ride in her vans. At night time when the boys would return to pick up the team members and bring them back to boston that is when the fun begin, this was when everyone would hook up, smoke and drink and do it all over the next day. The team really loved it when we went out of state on tours or had to stay the night at the dance studio that’s when we would all get really fucked up and that sometimes lead to good stuff happening but often times it lead into a lot of fights.

Because I lived in Randolph at the time I had no reason to chill in boston with the group after dance class, but after I started dating a team member name Willie I started to stay with him after dance class. At the time I didn’t want anyone to know who I was dating because I already got attention being the new girl. After being in the group for a couple of months the older guys got accustomed to me and because I was quite, and stayed to myself and was Willie’s girl they started to hang around me more than the other girls. After dance class they would drop the girls off at Ashmont and come back out to Randolph to chill with my girls and me. They did that for about a month and because I didn’t hang or talked to the girls in dance class they never knew that the boys were coming back out to Randolph, but when they did find out it opened a big can of worms. They assumed that the dudes were running trains on me and talked a lot of shit because I wouldn’t tell them what they wanted to know.

To be continued.........