The Jungle

Chapter 2

Brooklyn POV

Police officer: (knocks on car window)

"Mame your going to have to park your car elsewhere."

"But sir please... can I just have it here for the night I promise by morning I'll move it"

"Mame im sorry but this is a no parking zone; it's either you move it or get towed."

(sighs) "OK"

I just started driving until I end up in front of a super Walmart. I'm honestly not mad at the police officer he just doing his job and I don't expect him to give me a handout why would he help me out; no one out there ever cared about me. My mom was the only one I can honestly say cared.

When I was 16, she got 15 years to life for killing the men that damn near beat me unconscious and tried to kill me; she was banned all mail privileges and could only get one visit a month but me being here in South Florida and she incarcerated in Georgia it was honestly no point.

Her family turned their back on her because when my mom was around my age she caused a lot of problems and they considered her the problem child. She was in and out of jail but turned her life around when she had me. But when she went back to jail they basically turned their back on her and me. She used to always say 'baby my grind is for you... if you ever feel lonely know ya moms always got ya, love yourself and don't let no one bring you down.'

I know if my mom would see me right now she would be upset because I do feel lonely. Do you know that feeling when your so empty inside that it hurts and you just wanna cry your life away... that's whats up with me.

I've done that enough times already.

If you hadn't noticed by now I'm living in my car, thank God my mom paid it off before she went away. I HATE living in my car I cry myself to sleep every night. I park different places because as you can see from the lovely police officer I can't leave my car anywhere or it will get towed.

My mom's left me a lot of money but not enough to get me a apartment or anything. I just use it to get the essentials and my uncle let's me shower at his place. I know what y'all thinking yes moms and I are not on speaking terms with the family but my uncle feels bad so he leaves a key under his door so I can do my hygiene and leave.

Me and him are not close at all but at least he helps even though I don't take handouts I'm not gonna reject help. Him and my mom have this love hate relationship, he did a lot of harm to my mom but he also helped her a lot more than those people that are her so called family.

He even goes as far as putting money on her books. How do I know? I saw the receipts on his computer top. He's one of the few loyal ones on my moms team so I respect his wishes and simply do what I need to do when I go to his house and call it a day.

Im in my last year of college. My mom was a bonified hustler so she put money in an account espicially for me to go to college and that's all I could use it for. She really didn't want me to end up like her so she figured if anything happens, the one thing they won't be able to take from me would be my education. I'm gonna make something of myself I really want to be a police officer so I can step up and make this corrupt nation we live in a little bit better or run my own business but their just dreams if they can come true that would be beautiful. I would actually feel like God has my back.

*Yawns*

Im tired. I pull my blanket over my head and let sleep consume me. Good night ✌
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