The Hood Diaries

Chapter 8: Rocky Shores

After what seemed like a crazy ass couple of weeks, I couldn't wait to get the hell outta school and see Ca'tye. This boy has me feeling some type of way. We've been talking non stop since the day we met. He takes me out to lunch everyday and walks me to and from each one of my classes. Nychelle and Traci seem to be growing closer and closer. I've also been getting closer to my birth mom. But there is still no word on my other mother, and I can't lie, I'm alittle worried. Besides the petty drama surrounding Traci and Nychelle my life has been some what great. Except for the fact that I have yet to hear from the court about my brother and sister. They won't even let them contact me.

After period 6 I stay after school to help Trisha out with a few things. After that I head down to my locker where I see Roc leaning against it. Damn, can't a sista go through one full week with out some drama. I walk up to him and with out a single care or ounce of emotion in my face I say "Can you move out the way I need to get to my locker."

With a fake look of sincerity he says "Shondrah, can you please talk to me? What you heard that day was just me trying not to seem like a bitch in front of my boy."

"So the next day at the mall with that groupie, that was you trying not to be a weak ass punk in front of your boys too? Roc how dumb do you think I am?"

"She ain't mean nothing to me, she was just something I had going before I met you. "

"Oh so now you realize how much you love me and how important I am? " I say sounding hella sarcastic.

"Basically yes. "

"Boy are you serious or are you just this stupid? You sound like a fucking soap opera. I ain't got time for you or your foolish claims." I say chuckling. Did he really think I was gunna fall for the oldest trick in the player hand book?

"Shondrah, I'm dead serious. I care alot about you. I'm the only Nigga who knows the real you. That nigga Prince ain't right for you. "

"And you think YOUR right for ME?! Ha! Boy don't make me laugh. You need to go find another stupid chick to play with, cause I ain't the one. I hear Traci looking for another boy toy, you should fill out an application. " I say turning my attention to my locker

"Wow, so now that you got some money you think you too good for me now?"

Where the hell did that just come from? I stand there and stare at him for a few seconds in confusion and a little bit of annoyance. "Nah, with or without the money, I was always too good for you. I deserve a guy who would claim me even if his life depended on it. Not some player wanna be. Why am I wasting my breath with you? I'm done with this conversation."

With a rage I don't think I've ever seen in Roc, he slams my locker shut and pins me against them, slamming my head into the locker. "This convo is done when I say it's done! You think you can just walk away from me when you fucking feel like it?! I'm Roc Royal, and what Roc Royal wants Roc Royal gets."

"You need to get the hell up off of me!" I say scared shit less. The rage in his eyes was scary enough to scare Lucifer him self. But something was off, this couldn't be the same Chres I grew up with.
"You still trying to tell me what to do?! Don't you get it by now? I'm in control, you do as I say."

He starts caressing my face and looking at me like I was his prey. I shiver in repulse at the thought of him this close to me. It just reminds me of all the past step daddies I've had who have forced them selves on me. Immediately I start balling like a baby.

"Please just let me go" I say trying to plead with him.

But before Roc could kiss me or try anything else Craig comes out of the blue and yanks him off of me. I quickly duck behind Craig.