This Thing Called Life (Urban)

Chapter 18

*10 years later*

I'm 28 Now and I have my own clothing store and salon. Vontae and I got back together after that day at subway. We was going out for about 2 years but he got caught with cocaine in the house when the cops raided his home.

He was about to go on a trip to Miami to get drop the cocaine off and was about to get paid hella big money.

After he got locked up nobody knew were he was. He never contacted me after that or anything.

It's been about 8 years since I seen or heard from him.

Zariah is now 14 and has the worst attitude ever she's starting to do everything I did at her age. And she doesn't listen at all. So I signed her up for the scared straight program.

"Where you been" I asked as she walked in the door.

"out" she said walking past me.

"Get your ass back over here" I said standing up.

She walked over by me and folded her arms. "It is almost 2 in the morning and your just now walking in my door" I yelled

"I was with my friends"

"Zariah I don't care that isn't a excuse you know you supposed to be in this house by 11:30. Your not fucking grown your 14! you get everything you want, but yet you still out here running these streets!" I yelled

"Ma you trippin"

"You know what I'm not about to argue with you tonight but the way you acting gone get you locked up or dead" I yelled "And you fail to realize that so tomorrow you gone see what its like to be behind bars not as a juvenile but as an adult." I finished

"W.e good Night Ma"she said walking up stairs to her room.

Zariah

" Wake up" my mom said walking into my room .

I rolled over and looked at her. "You look cute" I said looking over her outfit.

"Thanks baby now get up and get ready you going to a jail visit" she said walking out.

I took my shower and did all my hygeine. I put on a pair of my Jordan's with a white and purple Jordan shirt. And some skinny jeans. Then put my hair into a neat bun.
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We arrived to the jail and had already been patted down and seated.

The inmates where talking and finally the last inmate was about to talk.

"Every body call me Vkilla and when I was your age I was doing the same hard headed things y'all doing and look where I'm at now" he said motioning around the room.

"What you in here for" he said pointing to one of the boys at the end.

"Drugs" the boy said

My throat started to tickle so I coughed into my arm. "Did I tell you to cough" the officer yelled in my face

"I don't need your permission to cough you not my momma or daddy you don't tell me what to do" I said rolling my eyes

"But apparently you don't listen to them either"

"Yeah okaay" I said nodding my head.

"Why don't you tell these inmates what you did to your mom last week" he said

I didn't say anything because I feel its not there business. "Since you won't say it I will. Inmates this girl here" he said pointing at me "spit in and punched her mom in the face" he finished

"Your lucky you even have a mom. Most people out here don't have nobody and you out here disrespecting your moms" one of the inmates said

"What did your mom do" one of the other inmates added.

"She turned me around and twisted my arms then slapped me" I said

"And you deserve it" The officer said .

The last inmate that talked got up and walked over to me "Is your name Zariah" he asked

"Yeah. Why"

"I'm surprised your mom ain't kill your ass then and there. I know you out there getting spoiled from your momma, daddy, and your grandparents. So why you out here in these streets" he said

"You don't know shit about me or my family" I said getting irritated knowing it was the truth.

"I know way more than you think shorty"

"That don't surprise me every body know my family" I said

"Your moms name is Nakiyah right" he asked

I shifted in my seat and shook my head yeah.

"You better stop disrespecting your mom cause one of these days she gone go crazy on your Lil ass I'm surprised she didn't already" he said

"Why you talking to me like you know my ma" I asked

"Because I do know your mom and your daddy and your grandparents and your cousins." He said

I sat there and studied his face and it all came back to me. "Vontae" I asked

"Now you remember me" he laughed

"The parents coming in the inmate area to" he asked one of the cops

The officer shook his head yes. "She not gone want to talk to you" I said. Me and my mom have a good bond its just we have arguments from time to time and things get carried away. I'm just hard headed.

He just looked at me and shook his head.

We did other things around the jail and now there bringing us back to where the inmates are to talk to our parents.

I walked in and seen my mom sitting there shaking her head when she seen me.

We stood there and the cops took the handcuffs off of me. Then they let the inmates out. "Yo Lady kiyah!" One of the inmates yelled that was still in there cell.

My mom acted like she didn't hear it but we all know that's her street name.