The BX Girl

IV

After school as promised my dad came through and picked me up. We were now in front of my house.

" So there's a situation and when I tell you about it I don't want you to do nothing."
"Depending on how big it is."
"Never mind, this is a bad idea."
"So it's a big thing and your not gonna' tell your pops", he questioned scratching his goatee.
"I just need you to promise me that uncle Meech, Black, and you don't interfere with my plan."
"I promise Jasmine, and this shouldn't be nothing big because I run Buck Head. I know everything that goes on there."
"So there's this dude at my school, and he has his eyes on BH. I warned him and everything. He doesn't look like he's going to budge, but I came up with a plan. This plan is going to be great, and it'll show you that I can take over from where you left off at."
"Kill him, and that's the plan", my dad stated blankly.
"No dad I'm not trying to kill anyone, I don't want to be you or old mom"
"So you mean to tell me your going to run my empire with kindness, love, and what a lil manipulation. Fuck outta' here. Whatever plan you have up your sleeve dead that shit, and do what I said to do," he commanded. Not giving me a chance to chime in, he continued.
" It's either you do it, or I take on what you can't seem to handle."
"I'll do it." I lowered my head fidgeting with my fingers.
"It's 90 degrees out here, why are you so covered up."
"Idk, I just wanted to."
"You sure?, You know you can tell me anything."
"Yeah I can tell you anything." I said with a little sarcasm. By now we was in front of my house. I grabbed all my things and was reaching for the door until I felt a sharp pain around my wrist area.
"Fuck!" I look at my wrist and saw my dad hand wrapped around my wrist.
When he let go I began to soothe the pain by passing my palms over the bruise.
"She hit you again?", He asked.
" More like best my ass again."
" Take off the jacket let me see?"
I clearly had a cardigan on, but he wasn't the one you wanted to correct.
When I showed him the bruise, the car engine stopped, and he stepped out. Instantly I regret even texting him to talk today because tonight I had another thing coming. My dad marched his way up to the door and lifted a rock to reveal the house key. When he walked in the house the smell of alcohol, and cigarettes slapped us in the face. There she was on the couch with 4 lines of white powder on a vegetable cutting board.
"Yo, go upstairs Jas."
I just stood their with fear in my eyes.
"You ain't hear what I said Jas?, Go to your fucking room!", my dad barked.
With that I obeyed him, and ran upstairs to my room. My dad was the only person I obeyed. I tried to listen to what was going on downstairs but the rooms were soundproof. After awhile of him being down their his car started up, and I ran up and locked my door. My mom will be upset that my dad came by the house, and especially if it's to confront her about what she enjoys doing. It's was now 7 o'clock and she still hadn't came up in my room. I didn't want to to go out their but I was getting hungry by the minute. I didn't know what was out on the other end of my door and I didn't dare find out. I insisted on staying inside and dealing with the hunger and pain.

9 o'clock rolled around and I was hungry but I would not let that be a factor of why I walked out of this room. My vibrating phone distributed my thoughts. On the screen showed a miss call from a weird number, Instagram, and a text from Ty... He actually took my phone to save his number! The text stated.

"Baby girl?"
"Wrong number", I typed, smirking, and then pressing send.
"Why you always playing these kid games."
"I don't play games boy, I'm all about my business."
"Oh yeah, I doubt that statement though."
"I don't care about your opinion.", I stated.
"You have this bad ass girl act but I see right through it"
"I find that interesti-.", is all I could say before he double texted me.
"I'm not here to point out your flaws but I wanna know could you help me with something."
"Help you with what?"
"Can we meet up right now and talk."
"Not sure about that, I mean your a complete stranger to me."
"Just text your people's who your with and my license plate number again."
"This better be important."
"Meet me at the same spot you dropped me off at."
"Bet.", was all he texted back before I got ready.

I took a shower dressed in a tank top, and some shorts. I was't going anywhere because whatever he had to say I'm pretty sure he can say it in a car. He wouldn't see my bruises because it was nearly 10pm by now.

When opening door I was very cautious to not make any sound. I look around and saw the lights where off. That was my cue to make a run for it. My mother would always close the lights when she left somewhere and/or was sleeping.
Walking to the corner where I told him to meet me at I began to get impatient. This is why you don't do business with black people because their always running on their time.
"Where u at?", I questioned Ty by shooting him a text.
"Chill I had to make a quick stop."
"Time is money playa' and I'm going to need you to be here in five minutes, or I'm out."
"Whatever man."
I didn't text back then I waited. The wait seem to never end. I don't mind giving advice or whatever but when your late to your own meeting that's when I flip.
As I looked up from my lap, I started to see Ty car roll up. He parked his car by this curb, I got up and dusted off my shorts.
Inside just smelled like organic weed. I smoked before and I mean come on that's what the family business consist of.
"So I'm here now", I stated.
"I find you beautiful.", Ty smirked.
"Okay, what did you want to talk about."
"I just wanted to talk to you."
"On that note I'm going home.", I reached for the door.
"Chill, let's go somewhere and hang out."
"Yeah I don't know about that."
The car pulled off from the corner and was heading pass my house.
"Stop the fucking car and let out, you sick, crazy gook."
He just turned the music up and looking straight toward the windshield.
I punched him in his jaw causing him to stop the car suddenly. Looking at me with rage in his eyes.
"Yo chill out, or you can get our right here."
"Please, do it that's what I want man."
He leaned over and opened the door.
"Get out"
I didn't say nothing I just grabbed his chocolate bar that was in his cup holder and stepped out.
I knew where I was and it was a long way from my home, especially if your on foot. Soon as I slammed his car door he sped off leaving smoke behind.

He had something coming for him tomorrow at school. How dare you kidnap me from a meeting you called and now leave me here. I'm not going to get emotional about this because I always learn how to be independent and feign for myself. That's the only valuable thing my crackhead mother gave me.
It was very cold right now because of all this wind. It was summer time right now in New York, and I was enjoying it. Then me wearing shorts and a tank top dos me no justice.
Remembering I could've caught a Uber or Lyft I pulled out my phone and requested for one to pick me up. There was a driver 3 minutes away and I was glad that they weren't far. I was dropped off at what look like to me a empty field. It wasn't necessarily a field it was just a lot of grass and a road. I sat on the curb that laid below my feet to wait for my ride.
Soon a car approached me and who I saw in it annoyed the fuck out of me.
"Get in the car Jas"
"I can explain."
"I didn't ask you for a explanation."
Getting up from the floor I dusted off my self, and hopped in my Dad Nissan Altima. I notice my mom in the back seat shaking. She probably was shaking from those damn drugs. During the ride I stayed quite until he broke the silence when we approached the house.
"Why was you out there?"
"I was with a friend and we got into a argument."
"That doesn't explain why you was out there and nearly naked."
"We got into a argument and I got the car on my own will"
"Did they try to stop you?"
"No, can I please go inside now my body is sore", I stated with a little meaning to it. I mean the reason why my body ache's is because of her.
"Yeah and don't be riding with nobody that obviously don't care about you", he stated firmly.

He was right about that but what I told him was a complete lie. I got evicted from his car, he did try to stop my stubborn self, and he isn't my friend.
Turning around to lock the door, I noticed my mother was behind me.
"Where is she", I questioned my dad.
"Don't worry she's not coming home tonight", and drove off into the black windy night.