Ghetto

2. Dirty Time

2. Dirty Time

Summer Knight

Detroit, Michigan

January 25, 2015

12:00 A.M

I dabbed my face with foundation, covering up cuts and bruises that my skin had grown accustomed to. I placed red lipstick onto my lips and smiled the fakest smile ever.

Tonight was Geno's birthday party. He turned 25 yesterday. I looked at myself, smoothing down my black dress. It hugged my curves perfectly. Though I looked good, I didn't feel good. It wasn't about me though, it was about Geno.

I strolled downstairs to see Geno flirting with his groupies that would be riding with us. I didn't like them either.

They thought I actually wanted Geno, then would get mad when they would fuck him, but he would come back to me.

Shit, I hated the nigga. I wish they could have him. Yet it was something about me. Something that wouldn't allow him to let me go. It became frustrating over time, but I learned to not care much longer.

I walked to the black Range Rover with a Caramel colored interior. I loved this car, it was beautiful.

Rauel opened the door for me, sending me a smile on my way in. He was Geno's driver, and was very well mannered. I thought he was a real cool old man, being 48 years old.

"Aye Summer, scoot by me." Geno said. I cautiously moved over a bit. Geno placed his arm around me.

"You know, you look beautiful tonight." I wrinkled my eyebrows in confusion. There must be something up.

"And you know, if you ruin my party in any way, I won't hesitate to beat the fuck out chu." He whispered into my ear.

I knew it.

I nodded, looking down. He roughly pushed my head up. "And keep yo head up, you gone have me looking like I'm wit some low self esteem ass bitch."

I looked out the window, awaiting for the car to come to a complete stop.

Geno was always so mean and selfish. I sometimes didn't know how I made it this far. I remember the second month I was living with him, a bitch began to plan his death.

As soon as Geno closed the front door, leaving out, I picked up the papers with all the directions.

I was tired of this motherfucker putting his hands on me. Bitch needed to be taught a lesson, and I'm the perfect trick to teach his ass.

I wrote down the date the plan would go into action and how I would sneak out shortly after. I had this so well thought out that I gave my fuckin self goosebumps.

I put the paper away in one of my underwear drawers and went downstairs to "cook" Geno's dinner.

I turned the two of the stoves eye's on medium-low and sat a skillet and a pot on each eye. I poured a bit of grease in the skillet and water and butter in the other. I pulled out the tiny, unexaminable pieces of glass from the refrigerator.