No Way Out

The Beginning

***THREE YEARS EARLIER

I was only 17, I had a light caramel complexion and I was a little chunky. I  stood 5'8 tall with nice big thighs, and a mean ass right hook. Besides my hormones being everywhere, I was in highschool and the world was my domain. On this day though, my life would change in a blink of an eye.

I woke up in a cold sweat and checked my alarm clock. I had woke up six minutes early and there was no way i was going back to sleep. I was having nightmares back to back now. I set up on my bed staring at the window. There was a light glow from the sun rising. I stood up and stretched as i proceeded towards my bathroom to get in the shower. As I turned the nob the water shot out, freezing my body in place then quickly defrosting it. I didn't stay in too long because I did have school. When I got out I brushed my teeth and sat on my bed. I barely looked around my floor for my deoderant,spray, and lotion. I was still half sleep and not ready for the day at all. As i struggle to put on my under clothes i could hear a slight disturbance coming from down stairs.  But  Before i could get all the way dressed i heard a loud BANG and yelling coming from what sounded like the kitchen. I quickly finished getting dressed and glided down stairs, almost missing the last five. When i stumbled into the kitchen i saw my brothers fighting and my dad trying to break it up.
"You a pussy bro let me go so we can square up " Jay yelled as they held each other. Jay was 22 with dark skin he was tall and had broad shoulders and a killer smile he worked at a nearby club as a bouncer. "Nigga you got me, the fuck u mean bitch, let me go pussy" Cece yelled back. He was a year older than me and we went to the same school. He was a little shorter than Jay but they were still sky scrapers. Cece was captian of the football team and occasionally did boxing. He was a little lighter with kind eyes, but dont let em fool you.

"Yall mutha fukkas need to cut this shit out the fukk wrong with yall" my dad shouted while trying to pry them apart. His name is Sean he's in his early 50s and he drives trucks so we dont see him all the time. He's the same height as me but his ass strong as fuck. He was nice to everyone but once you crossed him there was no turning back. "I do not wanna deal wit this shit while im home ..both y'all muthafukkas finna be out on ya asses" my pops yelled. He pulled them apart and was all up in Jay face. "Nigga you the oldest i expect more outta yo bitch ass if u wanna act like a kid i dont have a problem with treating u like one, understand".
I could tell Jay wasnt going to stand down. He looked down on my dad with his deadly gaze. I walked over and grabbed Jay's arm "Goodmorning bro". Jay didn't budge instead he pointed pass my dad at CeCe and said "Nigga if you go in my room again they not gone be able to save yo mark ass". Jay brushed passed me and stormed out the door. Cece quickly ran to the door behind him, "Nigga u ain't bout shit ". He was always starting shit. I looked over at my mama who was on her phone. Im surprised she didnt budge, she's usually the one yelling. Instead throughout the whole fight she just sat at the table drinking her coffee and scrolling down facebook. I knew she was tired. I could see it in her eyes. My moms was a short chunky lady in her late 40s working as a child therapist and although she wasn't where she wanted to be in life she always saw the good in everything and everyone. I never understood why she was so nice to people she didn't know, &well somethings you get use to. She was my color (a light caramel) and everyone in the neighborhood loved her. Infact, they called her auntie G and was always at our door for a plate. As i looked across the table i saw that Row Row was not at the table. Row Row was 11 and she was in the sixth grade barely starting middle school. She was a nice brown color with big beautiful bubble eyes and full lips. Her hair lay right above her shoulders and she is always ready to go. I swear she is my little nigga even though she gets on my last nerve. She follows me around like my shadow man & she wants to be just like me. After her mama( my auntie) died when she was 4 my mama started taking care of her but she was my sister at heart so thats what we called each other. "Mama wheres RowRow"? "She's in her room she got in trouble yesterday at school so im making her stay home to clean the whole house". "What the hell thats weird, why you dont let her go to school and then she can do all that when she comes home, she needs her education mama". "Watch yo muthafukking mouth, ik what the fuck she needs" my mama snapped.