Who Says A Thug Can't Be Loved?

Chapter 1

"Michelle!" I smack my teeth, ignoring the damn woman. "Bitch I know you heard me!" She yelled, calling me out my name like her hoe ass always do which that give me more reason to ignore her, covering my face with my comforter trying to get some more snooze.

"Tsk, this little heifer is fucking with me. I know she is" She said, talking to her-self like a crazy person, only seconds later she burst inside my room and stood by my bed breathing so hard and probably look a damn mess again.

"The fuck you want Janie?" I ask annoyed, feeling tired of her same stupid routines. But instead of answering my question, I felt the cover getting snatched out of my body and her petty instigating self-threw it on the ground but I didn't budge nor even turn my head to her direction, which I knew that'll pissed her off.

"I swear you think your fast-tail is fucking grown? I called you but you wanna lay here and act like you deaf? Keep fucking playing and I betchu that I'll make you go deaf for real, now tell me where the hell is my shit?!" she yelled. I smack my teeth, feeling irritated that this junkie woke me up out of my sleep for this bullshit knowing that I gotta get up for school in the next hour. Not like her uneducated stupid self would care.

"Man get yo stupid junkie ass out of my goddamn room! You know that I don't smoke or snort any of that mess. Maybe one of your nasty late night niggas finish them or probably stole it while you were hig-"

Before I had the chance to finish, I felt her hands turned into a fist straight to the back of my head. 

"Bitch who the fuck do you think you're talking to?! You better show me some damn respect and stay out of my business!" she said in every punches; I so badly want to knock her out but I kept my composure and take it like a woman. Even though she barely acts like it, I don't believe in putting my hands on a bitch who birth me. After she was done with her last punch toward my cheek close to my eye, I hear heavy breathing. "If I don't find my shit, it's going to be more than just a punch hoe, you hear me?!" she spat as her spit landed on my arm.

I slowly turned my head to her direction and glared at the bitch; sometimes wished that I wasn't too damn nice to beat her ass, but I would rather wish of not having her as my mother instead of putting my hands on her.

"Whatever Janie" I responded, rolling my eyes at her. 

She smacks her teeth and walks out of my room but slam my door behind her like a fucking brat. I bit my bottom lips, grabbed the pillow that I was laying on and place it on my face while screaming at the top of my lungs until I couldn't take it. 

As much as I wanted to continue so I can lose my voice, I knew this shit isn't going to change a damn thing since I've been dealing with it for a long time. I swallow the lump I'm feeling in my throat and got myself up out of bed; ain't no point crying or staying in bed since I'm up. I didn't bother to check the time on my flip phone since I didn't care anymore. I rather be out of this place early instead of trying to go back to sleep while the she-devil is up.

 I left my comforter on the floor and headed straight to the bathroom and locked the door. I brushed my teeth, washed my face with water and stripped myself naked.

I look at the bruises on my stomach where she punched me last week and now my damn arm muscle is aching. I shake my head and stepped over the tub. I turned the water on but yelp after feeling the water cold again. 

"This stupid bitch didn't pay the hot water." I mumble to myself. I shouldn't be surprised though since she has been wasting whatever how much money she had left to get her rocks. I smack my teeth and turned the water back on bathe in the damn cold.

My name is Michelle Marshall; I'm pretty sure my life is probably the same story as people read books or seen in movies. That a young teenage sixteen year-old girl like myself is going through shit of dealing with a single parent on drugs as the crack head momma gets dick down to almost every nigga on the block and many more BS. My life is far near perfect to read about or know about. I sigh again and got out of the shower for eight minutes. I would have stayed in longer but I refused to feel cold and get sick just because of the person refuses to pay any bills. I won't be surprised the lights will get cut off soon. 

I grabbed my towel from the towel wrack and wrapped it around my chest to my waist after stepping over the tub. I opened the door but jumped back after seeing this grown ugly ass nigga standing by the door with no shirt on, having his belly all out looking like he's carrying triplets. Reminds me of that fat dude from How to Be a Player movie.

"Oh my fault lil baby, I'm not know the bathroom was occupied so I waited out here to take a piss." The fat nigga explained like I really cared or expected me to believe him since he wouldn't stop staring at me up and down but stick his eyes down so he look underneath my towel. I scoffed and shoved his big ass out my way and walked to my room. "Aye you don't wanna join me in the shower baby?" he asks behind me with that stupid laugh of his.

I ignored him and slammed my door but I made sure that I locked it so her late night niggas wouldn't try to sneak into my room like the last junkie did. I think she only did this whole messing around shit because she either feels lonely and insecure, or mainly because that sperm donor who supposedly is my dad just dip on her which of course I have no idea what he look like and I personally don't give a damn. 

I'm sure there's a reason why the donor wasn't in the picture and instead of being one of those teenage girls who would ask questions or try searching for a stranger, I rather just continue doing me and wait for the day until I graduate high school. Dealing with one stupid irresponsible parent is good enough.

I put on some lotion all over my body; I used my Secret powder deodorant on my armpit and started putting on my underwear including my warned out old bra and picking out an outfit to wear from my dresser, which is a simple Jazz leather shirt with white stripes on each side along with my navy blue Levi Strauss jean. After I put on my clothes, I sat down on my bed putting on my socks with a hole on them and put on my beat up elevate sneaker. I stand up from the bed and looked at myself in a cracked rectangle mirror leaning on the wall after Janie broke it when she was high.

I sigh at my reflection including the clothing. The way how I dressed, everyone including assholes assume that I'm a lesbian, a tomboy or poor since I don't have nice pretty expensive clothes like other girls around my age or grown women have. If I could, I would have shop for the clothes that I wanted from Ross, Express or at least Fashion Nova. But since the crack head would only give me five or ten dollars I shop my clothes at the cheapest place which is Family Dollar and Dollar General. 

I seriously need to look for a job ASAP so I wouldn't have to wait on that stingy bitch to give me her dirty money. There are days sometimes I don't even wanna go to school because I knew I would get tease about my clothes again. Trust and believe if I had a choice, I would honestly be homeschool or not go to school period while working at a minimum job. 

I sigh again, picked up my white girl brush from the dresser and brushed my hair that reaches to my back, getting ready for another bullshit day.