TILL DEATH DO US PART, RIGHT?

Sincerity

January 6th 2017.  (11 years old)

I get home from school trying to rush in the house and as soon as I walk in my mom starts screaming at me.

"JORDAN! WHY IS UR TEACHER CALLIN ME TELLIN ME U BEATIN KIDS UP FOR TAKIN YA PENCIL?"  She screams from the top of her lungs.

"U STABBED THAT KID IN HIS EYE?"
"WHAT TYPA MONSTER ARE U"

I couldn't say anything I was speechless.
I hated when my mom yelled at me.

I always got in trouble at school to get my mom's attention. she was always so stuck up on who she was with or what she had. What else could it be? I'm an only child. Who else could she be stuck up on?

"IM CALLIN THE COPS. THERE WONT BE A CRIMINAL LIVIN IN MY HOME." She yelled. And that was the last time I had ever heard my mamas voice.

I ran.
Before the cops got there to arrest me. I ran. Far away. Well as far as I could go anyway.

Im sittin on the side of the road
In Columbus Georgia coming from Atlanta Georgia.

Took a minute to get here but I did it.

I knew ma probably was going to tell them my description so I disguised myself. I changed my clothes. I cut my dreads. All of that.

I had more clothes in my bag. I always do just in case of an emergency. I had scissors too and that's what I used to cut my hair.

I aint getting caught up. If I do I'll run. Run until they catch me I guess.

I aint going to prison. Thats where my dad is and on them phone calls jail don't seem like I need to be there. I'm good on that.

I see a police car speed past me. Still scared shitless of the thought of prison I run.

I run into a alley way. Real stupid decision.

Someone rushs up to me.

Stick to my Adam's apple. Mouth to my ear.
"Whatcha got. Empty ya pockets" dude says quietly in my ear. But I don't have nothing.

I stay silent. Thinkin of a way ima get up out of this

"Empty ya pockets or ya Adam's apple might turn into apple sauce." He laughs

Soon enough he remove pole from my throat in onto my stomach shooting me right in my belly button.

I drop to the floor and scrunch up. "SSS AHHH" I scream.

I just hope don't no cop come out here. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Damnit it's over with. I thought. I can't move. 

Next thang I know someone come rushing where I'm at. Thinking is the cops I start to cry. This the end of my life huh? I shouldnt'a  gotten myself into this shit.

POV: Glo

I'm wit my boys outside'a some apartments of some nigga who owe us a lotta bread. Money, my homeboy get da bread from dude. Buddy place da duffel in money hand. Da one dat ain holdin pole.

BOOM! A gun shot let off.
Lookin round I clutch pole in my pants. Fuck! 
I got my bm outchea in dis shi. 

"Get in da cah shorty!" She standin thea lookin stupid n shi. She rush in da cah.

Money n da othas already in da cah.
I'm bouta hop in once I kno alla my bruddas n my bitch innea.

But I hear a scream. Usually dis shi don't botha me. But dis shi sounded like a baby. Thas a kid outchea mane.

"Ay! Money, pull around i'a be ova dea.. lemme go check dis shi aht"

"Igh." He say. Money always trusted me.
He peel off befo da othas get to tellin me issa bad idea. I can still hea my bm yellin, tellin me to come back n dat dis dangerous. I learn to jus ignore ha ass.