Love Crime - ASAP Rocky FanFic

Part One

I placed my hands onto the concrete steps. The hot sun had heated them and my palms stung, I removed them from the gritty surface quickly and brushed off the gravel that had attached itself to my red hands. I picked up the bottle of coke and took a sip. I could feel the minuscule bubbles pop in my mouth as the refreshing liquid slid down my throat. I looked at the building opposite, gray, tall and ugly. You couldnt say it was the ugliest building in Harlem because they were all like that. All neatly stood to attention next to each other, like they were soldiers. I looked up to see a couple of birds flying in the sky. One swooped down to pick up a cold chip from the floor. My watch read 6:47. I loved to spend my evening watching the world go by, looking at people and thinking about what they were thinking about. Suddenly the main doors of the opposite building swung open. A girl stormed out. She had waist length hair, beautiful golden skin and she wore a pair of leggings, a t-shirt with some sort of graphic design imprinted onto the front, a pair of Jordan's and a tracksuit jacket. She was pretty but wore too much make up.  

"You know, fuck you Rocky." I couldn't quite see who she was talking too until a man walked out behind her. He had short braids, a SnapBack covered most of his head but left two braids framing his face. He wore a baggy t-shirt, a pair of basketball shorts and some old sneakers.  

"Come on Jessie!" he pleaded, grabbing her hand, she pulled away. 

"No, it's over. You cheated on me. I'm done" she walked angrily down the cracked sidewalk. The man jogged after her. 

"I'm sorry baby." 

"BULLSHIT!" she retorted still ignoring him. He stopped and started to make his way back to the building. I wasn't sure what I had just witnessed, probably a break up. He was probably just some gang member who didn't give a shit weather he broke her heart or not. I sat there soaking up the evening sun and not thinking of anything in particular. After a good half an hour I returned back to my watch the time was now 7:45. I grabbed my up my coke, finished it and threw it into the bin. The glass smashing as it hit the metal cylinder. No one ever used the bins, hence all the garbage on the floor. I slumped back up the concrete steps, my feet screaming with pain from the heat, why didn't I wear shoes? I pushed open the heavy wooden door. The stairs inside weren't much better than the outside ones. Broken, rickety and dangerous. I stepped onto the first step, the old marble cooling my feet. By the time I reached the top my feet had stopped aching and were back to a normal temperature. Sliding my hand into my pocket I panicked, where were my keys? Then I checked the other pocket. I could feel the crinkle cut peices of metal through my denim shorts. I pulled them out scraping my finger as I did so. I walked down the carpeted corridor and stopped at apartment 12b. The door was brown with gold, metal numbers nailed to the door. The key fit into the lock perfectly and I pushed the door open. The apartment wasn't perfect. In fact it was messy. Most of our furniture was from a thrift shop or was left here by the last tenants. It was a small apartment, the kitchen, dining room and living room were all merged into one and there were three separate rooms, my room, my moms room and the bathroom. My mom was sat at the table sifting through bills and rubbing her forehead. Mom had a few jobs, on Monday to Wednesday she was a receptionist at a hotel, Thursday and Friday she worked at the local convenience store and on Saturdays she worked at the gas station. I didn't really get along with my mom, we didn't hate each other we just preferred to keep out of each others way. I picked up my school bag and made my way to my bedroom. My room was the smallest, I had an old, metal, single bed. A small chest of drawers and a desk. The walls were a shellfish orange, which I hated, and the floor was floral carpet, which I hated. I grabbed a tie from my bag and tied up my long hair out of my face. Slumping down on my bed I pulled out my textbooks and some paper and started to write about spontaneous combustion. After a while I glanced over to my nightstand and picked up the metal photo frame. It was Nathaniel or Nat as I called him. My brother. I brushed away the dust and stared into the glass. Nat was put in prison a year ago for murdering some punk, Tevin Bronx. But the thing is he didn't do it. I know he didn't. He was with me at the time of the murder, the judge didn't believe me, thought I was covering for him. I missed Nat so much, I hadn't visited him in forever and I felt bad but the jail was an hour away and mom was always working. Nat was like my dad but my brother. My dad died when I was younger. I never really knew him. Mom always said he was an idiot and deserved to die, which is not what a 7yr old wants to hear on fathers day, another reason I don't like my mom. She doesn't respect my feelings. Sighing I replaced the frame and continued to do my science work. I looked at the alarm clock by my bed. 9:33. I pulled my self off of my bed and into the bathroom. I shut the door and turned. I pulled off my clothes and hopped in, turned the dial and let out a small shriek. It was freezing, like small, sharp needles attacking my skin. I guess mom forgot to pay the water bill again. I siRghed and decided to brace it. I stepped out, shivering and cold. The water droplets cascading off of my skin. Grabbing the purple towel I secured it around my body and looked at myself in the mirror. I had long ish brown hair, brown eyes and light brown skin. I shuffled out of the bathroom and into my bedroom, making sure the curtains and door were shut I dropped the towel and got into my jammies. We couldn't afford to buy another hair dryer after our last one broke so we have to make do with what we have. I combed my hair and walked into the kitchen. Mom finally spoke.  

"Good day?" I sighed. 

"Yeah, I, guess. When can we see Nat again momma?" she tensed up.  

"I don't know Mina. Hand me those papers." she gestured towards the small coffee table with a pile of letters on it. Each one had a red ink stamp saying 'final chance', 'last notice', 'overdue' or 'dept'. I gave them to her and sat down opposite. She shunned my question about Nat. But why? She never used to act wierd when I mentioned visiting him. I tried again. 

"But I miss him mom!" she sighed. 

"Mina, I've been working all day, I have to do the bills, I have to make sure I can provide for you and I don't need you pestering me about going to see Nat! We can go when I have enough spare money to get a taxi." she returned to her papers. We didn't have enough money because we spent all of it on Nat's defence lawyer who was a rip off,  

"fine." I stood up and marched into my room, turned off the light and climbed into bed. I drew the curtains so I could stare out of the window. In the distance I could hear a mellow beat of a song and shouting. I could see nothing but the street lights. Flickering like bugs. It was 10 past 10 and I was exhausted, thank god it was Friday tommorrow. I planned out my day. In the morning I would wake up, go to school and then go down to the court House to talk to Sargent Jerry. Sargent Jerry was the one who 'caught' Nat. Every Friday I go to speak to him about releasing Nat but I don't think he ever will. I sighed and rolled over ignoring the city lights and thumping instrumentals. I lay there thinking, and looking at Nat's picture. We always used to stick up for each other when mum got stressy. I miss him, a lot. Eventually I drifted off to sleep. And occasionally woke up when I heard shouts from accross the street. As soon as hit deep sleep my mind started to wander and dream about things I could not control. I like to dream, it takes you away, you don't have to worry - for once.