Savage Black was born and raised in Harlem, New York for half her life. After her father passes away from Parkinson's Disease, two months later her mother loses her job. Now at the age 21 struggling to make ends meet, Savage tries to make her dreams...
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Savage__
I flutter my eyes open to my room, turning over in my bed. I'm off today thank God and it's good because I really didn't want to go to work anyway. My manager said she would call me last night and let me know if she needed me. I guess Cleo and the rest of the crew came in today.
I sit up and take my phone off the nightstand to see the time of 10:15am. My usual time of getting up when I'm off or its the weekend. I furrow my eyebrows to the sound out back, throwing my covers back. I place my feet to the floor and travel to the window, peeking through my curtains. I witness Avant next door in his backyard chopping wood, shirtless of course. I don't understand how this man doesn't get sick in this cold weather. He has to be inhuman.
After grabbing two big tree stumps, he turns around to head into his house. I witness him look over towards my house, than at the garage and travel inside. I turn on my heel, making my way out my room as I see a note on it. I flip the flap up, wiping the sleep out my eyes to read it.
Savage,
I went to run some last minute errands, and pick up some boxes from Home Deport. I made you breakfast, it's in the microwave.
See You Soon, Mommy.
I take the note off the door, and put it my dresser that sits by it. After brushing teeth and washing my face, I travel down the steps to the kitchen and take my food out the microwave. I remove the foil, revealing the hefty breakfast my mother cooked. It's still warm, so I can eat it as so. She must didn't leave to long ago.
I travel to the living room, picking off my plate of the desired foods. I grab the remote off the coffee table, turning the tv on to Cartoon Network. The Powerpuff Girls are on and I swear this show brings back memories. Buttercup and Bubbles were my favorite characters, Blossom just did too much for me and bossy. I hate bossy ass people.
I eat my food in peace, laughing at some of the jokes from the show. When I get done, I travel to the kitchen to wash my dishes. The door bell rings and knocks follow after. I dry my hands off, making my way to the door while turning off the tv. I look through the peephole, groaning in annoyance. I unlock the latches, peeking my head around the door to Avant. He smiles, and waves.
"Hey, is you mom home?" He questions. I shake my head no.
"Why?" I question.
"No reason. Here." He says, extending his hand to me. I see something green folded between his fingers and open the door wider. I furrow my eyebrows to the hundred dollar bills he holds, looking up at him.
"What is this?" I take the money out his hand, widening my eyes to the five hundred dollars.
"Well I was on my way out and thought I'd give you what was promised. I said I owe you." He chuckles.
