Way of Life

4

Nautica
I beat on the door for 3 straight minutes before grabbing the key out of the flower pot.
"Mom!" I yelled, searching for her in the house. I went into the living room and she was shooting that shit.

"Mom!" She continued what she was doing before I snatched the needle, throwing it across the room.
"What? What do you want?!"
"Your not my mother?"
"Who told you that."
"I got some bullshit in the mail. You kidnapped me?"
"No. You don't understand. She couldn't take care of you. She was a druggie. Sh-she is your mother but I took you when she was out selling her body. You were only a kid."
"You think this is any better?" I tugged at the belt around her arm that was slowly turning a deep red.

"You're grown now. You can handle yourself." She grabbed another needle, filling it.
"I'm fucking talking to you. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Cause I didn't need this unnecessary bullshit in my life. She wants you to think we're the bad guys when all me and Vector did was love you." She screamed, slamming the needle down. I walked out as I thought about all this shit.
"What?"
"Have you talked to your mother?" She asked snickering.

"You a lying bitch. Don't fucking call my damn phone." I hung up throwing if in the passenger seat. I backed out and the hour trip was shortened to 45 minutes as I sped. I slammed the door to my garage and threw my keys on the counter. I don't know why I was so upset. I never cared about family seeing they were all drug addicts that only used me for what they could get- drugs.

I ran bath water, checking the time. I thought about Trent's party and decided that I did need the fun time. I went to the closet as my water ran and picked out something decent to wear. I'm not a big fan on wear itty bitty shorts that leave little for the imagination nor shaking my ass on some strange man.

I grabbed a pair of ripped shorts that went a little above my knees with a shirt that said Bad Bitch. I took my bath and got out, lotioning down. I put on my clothes before applying a small bit of mascara. I took my weave out of the clip and straightened it. Don't think that just because I have weave I'm bald headed.

I put the gloss on my lips and took a picture in my full body mirror before posting it on Instagram.
@qveen.nauti- Time for fun.

I made sure everything was cut off and headed out. I pulled out the driveway and heard my dogs then I remembered, I didn't feed them.

"Dammit." I spoke to myself as I called up Deven, seeing he was the only one they wouldn't eat.
"Please leave a voice message fo-" I hung up and thought about it, it wouldn't hurt their big asses to miss a day. I programmed my bluetooth to my phone and the music blared. I made my way to Trent's house and and when I pulled up, there was nowhere to park. I found a spot all the way down the block and around the corner.

"This bullshit." I walked down the concrete sidewalk to his house. There were people all it side grinding on each other as Lil Bit by K Camp blasted. I pushed through the crowd of people until I got to the kitchen, hoping to find Trent.
"Hey, who you lookin' for?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You." I smiled. That night, I got drunker than one of Bill Cosby hoes, except no pills were popping. I swerved home but got there safely. It was about 3 in the morning when I stumbled in the back door, already out of my shorts. I miraculously got up the stairs and passed out in the bed, half naked.