Harlem Roses.

Two

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A sudden boom woke Khiry out of her sleep. She rubbed her eyes and looked over at her clock and it was only three in the morning.

"What in the world?" Khiry mumbled as she moved the covers to the side. She turned on her lamp and slipped on her robe and slippers. She walked towards the door and opened it walking through the hallway. She turned on the lamp near the tv and it was no one. But, she paused for a moment and she heard a voice from behind her front door.

She walked slowly towards the door quietly. Once she got there, she peeked through the hole and saw her crack head mom and some dude arguing.

"Am a just ask my daughter for your money." Khiry's mom Michele spoke.

Khiry gasped. She walked away from the door and stopped.

"Khiry, I know you in there!" Michele yelled.

Khiry turned around and walked back to the door. She unlocked the many locks and opened it. Revealing her battered mom in a ripped shirt with many holes, a baggy ripped boyfriend jeans that we're starting to discolor, no shoes, and her small fro was turning into naps.

"Hello, my beautiful daughter." Michele smiled trying to put a act on. Khiry smirked and looked her no good mother up and down.

Folding her hands against her chest, Khiry looked up her mom who was trying to play hard and she knew damn well it wasn't gonna work. "If you asking for money, I ain't got nun." Khiry spat. She stepped back and tried to close the door but her mom stopped her.

"Khiry, please." Her mother pleaded.

She opened the door and looked at her mom. "I really owe Isaiah his money." Michele spoke.

Khiry sighed heavily and looked at the tall, brownskin dude who was eyeing her heavily. "Who's this?" Khiry asked making her mom turn around.

"Well, this is Isaiah's friend Andre." Michele smiled.

Andre stepped forward and licked his lips. "Wassup."

Khiry looked at him closely and stepped back. "Nice to meet you too, but look mom how much you owe this whatsoever?"

Andre phone rang causing him to walked away from the ladies leaving them alone. Michele rubbed her hands nervously and smiled. "$200."

Khiry's eyes widen. "$200?!"

Michele rolled her eyes. "Look, I ain't got enough time yo, it's either my ass end up in a ditch or you give me the money!"

Michele's whole demeanor was different. Khiry hated this about her mother. She was always asking for money when she needed it or mostly, when she owed someone. This was the reason why their relationship didn't exist. She hated that her mother was a drug addict, it tore her world apart last year when she graduated high school.

"Look, mom why don't you go ask you pimp." Khiry suggested smartly before slamming the door in her mother's face.

Even though it was a total disrespect, her mother's ways was a total disrespect. She could careless if her mom knocked at the door until her knuckles bled.

Okay, this chapter...... It's ehh, short or whatsoever but to just prepping me up cause I haven't been on Wattpad in a week so I'm trying to refresh my mind. But nvm that, next chapter is going to be full so look out.