Is It Worth It (2nd)

Chapt. 2 - Josiah

(Picture of Josiah at top)
"What's up lil bitch?" I looked up to see my roomate staring down at me. "Why you always messing with me Duke. You gone make me fuck you up." I was sitting on my bed looking at pictures of my sister. "Who is that Josiah? Your mommy?" His comment didn't piss me off cause im mad as hell at my mom. She goes and kills my dad now she in jail for more than 10 years. I dont have shit to say to her. "No bitch boy, its my sister." He grabbed the picture out my hand. I stood up. "She a fine black bitch, that's her girl? She with the homo shit? Tell em both come suck my nuts I'll turn em straight." Before I knew it I grabbed duke by his shirt and rushed him into the wall making him hit his head hard. When he fell I just blacked out and kept swinging on him. I felt someone grab me and throw me into the wall. I came back in to see our boys dorm security holding me against the wall. I watched as other security helped Duke up, I fucked him up, I fucked him up bad. "I told you stop messing with me bitch, don't ever disrespect my sister fuck boy !"

I'm Josiah Maurice Williams, I'm 15 years old. I stand at 5'8. When I tell people my age they don't believe me especially since my voice is deep too. Girls always say I look at least 17. My mom is in prison, my dad is gone to heaven. I'm staying in foster care cause my mothers family apparently didn't want me, as they say I'm too much trouble. I love basketball and football, I've never had the chance to play though other than with my dorm boys. I got this big dream of playing for the Pittsburgh Steelers one day, football is my passion. I fuckin hate being here, I might as well be in prison.

I already know the routine. Security took me to our, as the boys call it, nut room. We have a bed with a hard ass mattress, a toilet, sink, and two skinny ass blankets with a flat ass pillow. In our actual rooms that we share with a roommate we have comfortable beds, dresser, bathroom with a door on it. Its like being at a house. But once we're in trouble, we get treated like we're in prison or something.

"Have fun Jo." Security shut the door and locked me in. "I fucking hate it here yo.... LET ME OOOUUUTTT !!" I know yelling won't solve anything but its better than breaking my hand on this hard ass wall.

-We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup
And even if you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep your head up

Oooo child things are gonna get easier
Ooooo child things are gonna get brighter [2x]-

I rap the lyrics to 2pac x Keep Ya Head Up. Every since I was lil it was the song my dad would blast through the house when times was hard. I remember when he lost his job he didn't say much, he just rapped the lyrics to keep ya head up. I miss my dad, I loved him and I look just like him. I'm pissed at my mom but she said I don't know the whole story. I don't care what the story is, she killed my father, our father even though Jas didn't get to meet him. It's already guaranteed that I can stay with Jas, but the results have to come back that we're siblings and she has to want me to come, or I'm stuck in this bitch till I'm 18. That's not what I want. I want to go home with my sister.