Ghetto VA

Chapter Two

Rosy in the MM

Knock Knock Knock

"I'll get it Matt!!!" Andrea yells as she hopped off the couch where we were just sitting playing the board game trouble. Whoever lost had to take 2 shots, we were in the middle of finishing this one and so far she was in the lead. I was so glad because this would be my third time losing and she already lost four games so she was a lil on the tipsy side so it was kind of funny watching her trying her best to walk straight going to answer the front door.

"Is Rosy here?" A familiar female voice politely asked as she opened the door.

Andrea slowly turned around with a sympathetic look plastered on her face looking at me.

If the voice wasn't enough the look on her face said it all. I stood up from the couch sluggishly making my way to the door to face her.

"Yea Mama" I leaned in the doorway while andrea patted my shoulder to say good luck and walked off towards her room to give us some privacy.

"Come outside, so we can talk" My mom says narrowing her eyes at me. Basically meaning she means business.

"For what" I sigh already feeling myself getting upset.

"Just come outside, don't question me Lil girl" She snaps making me suck my teeth.

Hesitantly I step outside following her down the double wide trailers stairs. My mom Renee was a short lady, she was 4'9, mocha caramel skin, black length hair that touched her shoulder's, thick in all the right places and just a tad bit mean, only if you got on her bad side though. She had four kids.. My oldest sister Annie, Me, Our our baby brother Javier and the youngest our baby sister Camilla.

"So wassuh" I ask as we walked to the end of the driveway out of Andrea's hearing distance. Looking around it was quite a few people outside. The boys who dropped out of school Miguel, Derrick and Shaq, they were sitting on the hood of the car across the road drinking some Corona's, once they looked our way they nodded wassup to me and I nodded back.

Only one ever stood out to me and that was Derrick. That boy was fine as hell and he knew it that's one reason I turned him down. He was beyond cocky. Ion do cocky or concieted.

"Watch how you talk to me Rosy, I'm your mother, not one of your little hot in the ass friends you hang with. Now where you been at and why you haven't been going to school?" She fussed at me.

"Because ion feel like it and doing what I do" I say with a shrug and folding my arms across my chest.

"So you think you grown???" My mom questioned rubbing her temples to keep herself calm. Once she looked up seeing my arms across my chest she snatched them down. If it's one thing she didn't play no matter how much she tried to keep calm was crossing your arms. She took that more than eye rolling as the ultimate sign of respect.

I could tell she was trying her best not to whoop my ass but I could no longer control how I felt either especially when I out of all four kids was doing all the cleaning, house work, inside and outside. Doing everything I was supposed to just for it all to go unnoticed while my oldest sister got praised for everything by her and my step dad. I just got tired of it. My two younger siblings I wasn't mad at them, they were too small and innocent to understand what was going on and especially too young to understand why the next to the oldest sister was having difficulty within the household. I was in my feelings and all I wanted was some dang on attention, so I guess. I really stopped knowing the real reason after awhile.

Then the sending me in and out of group homes and mental hospitals. It drove me crazy and made me feel like the black sheep so I said fuck it.

"Nah, jus need my space moms, you ain't sending me back to no damn group home" I low key buck back remembering not to roll my eyes or cross my arms across my chest again.

"You better watch who the fuck you talking to like that. And it's there or else since you don't wanna act like you have any common sense or want to respect your stepdad" My mama snaps placing her hands on her hips

"Yea yea, they gonna have to catch me again first. And respect him?!!! No, that'll never EVER happen, you must've forgotten he split my top lip huh?!! All because I had on the hoodie MY FATHER gave me the last time we went to visit him!!! Forget that and FORGET HIM! YOU LOVE HIM, I DONT HAVE TO!!! I HATE THAT BALD HEADED SNAGATOOTH GREMLIN!!!!" I go off as my chest heaves up and down feeling the tears start to well up behind my lids as I close my eyes fighting back the waterworks and reopening them.

Just then two black cars pulled up beside us across the road one behind the other with Virginia plates on the front and back of each automobile.. One was a Jaguar on 24's and the other a Impala on 26's, them thanks was clean. I eyed the cars suspiciously until the person that stepped out of the jaguar, somebody I would've never had expected......

"Grandma" I say lowly eyeing her. After all it had been four years since we last seen her. She was hardly around. But she spoiled all of her grandkids.

"Hey Baby" She smiled happily closing her car door.

I could feel my face getting hot, something I do when I get mad, it show's being that I'm light skinned. Immediately I turned to my mom.

"What is this???!!!" I snarl at my mother already having an little idea.

"Well your going to Virginia and stay with your dad for awhile, then I might consider on letting you come back home if you change back into the daughter I know, your stressing me out rosy, You disrespect me in front of your brother and sisters, You escape out of level three and level four group homes. I don't know what else to do baby girl. Your going with your dad for awhile, end of conversation." Mom says wiping away a tear that managed to shed down her cheek. She quickly wipes it away before sighing and looking away from me.

"And being he's in jail he told me to come get you until he comes home" My Grandmother says coming up and placing her arm around my shoulder.

I could feel the heat in my face as my jaw became to clench.

"I'M NOT GOING" I yell snatching away looking like a wild maniac. At this point I didn't care who was outside watching all of this go down.

"Yes you are." Mom calmly spoke.

I was known to run fast and hella sneaky. Just as I was about to take flight and jump the ditch that lead to the backside of this neighborhood and get low on them, I heard a familiar voice call my name.

"ROSY!!! BRING YO ASS HERE LIL GIRL!!!" The male voice boomed through the air.

I turned around and stared at my favorite Uncle Antwan as he hung out of the Impala's driver side window. His dreads stopped just above his lower back, he stood at 6'0, hazel eyes and a well known drug lord in different states. He was 30 years old and my dad's older brother.

"DIDN'T I SAY COME HERE" He yelled again.

I slowly walked towards the car.

When I was younger, I witnessed the way he hit his girlfriends, I even witnessed the time he shot two men for trying to jump my father. "Yes Uncle Antwan" I lowly say as I approached the drivers side of his car where he sat smiling goofy.