Arondae
Kamiya drove me everywhere. It was only fair that she did since I couldn't drive my damn self.
People thought it was weird, but I always did everything by feet since everything was within walking distance.
I hummed Nelly's, Where's the party at, that blared through her 2014, hot pink, Toyota Corolla.
"You just so fine," She giggled, rubbing her hand on my thigh as I peered out the window to avoid facing her.
I had a rather bad habit of staring at her imperfections, which drove me to insanity.
"Oh, I know," I mumbled low, being cocky.
This was nothing to brag about, but I sported at least 76 bodies. I'd been fuckin' since the day I found out my dick existed.
It wasn't all on me though. This was something I thought about often. If I could've grown up and lost my virginity on my own terms, I probably would've.
At that time, I happened to be the youngest nigga roaming around gang members who wanted me to grown in their image, so I was introduced to a lot at a young age.
I technically lost my virginity in front of them, but they encouraged it. Said it would make me a man knowing what it feels like to be in a woman.
Little stuff like that.
I already slept with Kamiya, but there was no emotion behind it. My reasoning's had nothing to do with pleasure, but everything to do with survival.
It helped that her face was planted in the pillow, and reluctantly, I wanted to push further so she'd suffocate.
"Daddy, LOOK!" One of her kids, in that backseat, showed me the bandage that was peeling off their scab.
"Listen, kid. Ian' yo' daddy." My jaw stretched and I returned my gaze to the window, upset that I saw that nasty ass scab.
"Arondae, you legally adopted him! You adopted ALL of them!" Kamiya reminded, getting hastily.
She ain't lie, she sent the papers to the prison once I professed my love to her, and I signed them unaware of the long term damage.
Those weren't my kids though. I only had one kid. One son, and that's who I was getting.
Rasheeda was indeed dead.
Once I got to the hood, I asked anyone I could about her and their stories were the same, she was beat to death and everyone was quiet about it because they didn't wanna be next.
No one had a reason why it happened, but knew she was dead and moved her body to the side like they did everyone else's.
As far as my son, I was told he was sent to a foster home my third year in prison, and the authorities attempted to contact family members who could be his caregiver, but they all refused.
Something I'll never forgive.
I thought we was better than this, I thought regardless of how close we were or not, we'd never let our blood go in the pit.
"This the place?" I asked, eager to get out my seat, and once she replied yes, I jumped out the car while it was moving, letting the door swing and hit the vehicle beside it.
"ARON!" Kamiya shouted, seeing the dent that scraped the car she parked beside.
"Damn, bitch," I breathed, tugging my sagged pants up and snatching my bandana off so I didn't ring any red flags to any associate that worked for the State.
