Lauren
I woke up to Loud Roar Of My Step Fathers voice. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the time to see it was only 4:57 am . Why Must my mornings always be Hectic ?
"Dammit Sandra ! Where is my shit ?!"
"I'm sorry I'm so sorry ! " says My mom
*smack*
"Bitch I'm not playing you better get your junky ass up & Go Get my shit ! "
Yes , you heard right , Junky. After we lost everything My mom went into a deep depression & her escape was drugs. First weed then gradually it made it to To heroin - the hard stuff.
"Its gone ! Its all gone ! "
Says my mom.
I slipped on my house shoes and Robe and got prepared to be referee again. I felt the wall thump and I knew that It was only a matter of time before it was a pool of blood under neath her. I speedwalk next door & See my mom's light complexion turning purple on impact.
I grabbed Trey's over sized tee shirt and tried to restrain him so I could get her cleaned up. He snatched away and repeatedly stomped her frail body out with his timberland Work boot's
"TREY TREY PLEASE ! "
I pleaded with him as I tugged on his shirt
"PLEASE ! "
He eased up and looked at me with an unreadable facial expression .
"Please " I said a little above a whisper.
He leaned on the wall and let me pass. I rushed to my mother's aid and checked for signs of life. She opened her eye a crack and I helped her sit up .
" You gone get enough of trying to be captain save a hoe! " Trey spoke
"When people disrespect you , they deserve to be beat. They're asking for it ! Your not about to Mock my intelligence. " He smirked "You'll repay me soon enough " He walked away.
A second later I heard the door slam and the tires squeal signifying he'd gone out to "handle business"
I rushed downstairs to get an ice pack and cold rag.
"Mama , what happened?"
I asked
Her eyes fluttered , I could tell she was high as a kite. I hated seeing her like this so I just gave her a Tylenol & put her in the bed with the ice pack. By the time this all happened it Was going on 5:40 & about time for me to get ready for school.
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A Hustler's Daughter
Fiction générale16 year old Lauren Mitchell a.k.a "LaLa" was born into the The Drug business. Being born to Father Richard "Booga" Mitchell , one of the most hated men in Detroit , had its perks. But with The Respect came just as many enemies. Shortly after her fa...
