After Jaliesha dropped us off, Tymark, Raquan, and I went our different ways. Tymark went back to his neighborhood while Raqaun and me headed to ours. Raquan rubbed his scrapes and bruises, looking angry.
“That punk ass nigga…” he grumbled, obviously talking about Amp. I really didn’t have anything to add to his statement. I was just ready to go home; the fight kind of ruined my high. “Just let me see that man again…”
“Man ya’ll been beefin’ for the longest,” I said. “Why?”
“I can’t even tell you bruh. I aint like that nigga since day one,” Raquan replied. I shrugged my shoulders and stopped at the front of my trailer.
“What eva man,” I sighed. “Look, I’ll holla at you tommorw dog. I gotta go in here and hear this bitch mouth.” I referred to my mom, who was known for hassling someone.
Raquan dapped me up. “Ight K.T. I’m finna hit the crib too, take a shower or somethin’.”
We parted ways and I went to my doorstep, hesitant to go inside. When I slid the door open the first person I saw was my mom. She laid on the couch in the front room with a cigarette hanging from her mouth. My mom laughed at the TV showed she watched until I fully entered the room. The grin on her face dropped and she narrowed her black eyes.
“Where the hell you been?” She questioned, her voice cold and harsh.
“Li-Li house,” I answered. I pulled my pants up and went to the kitchen for something to eat.
“You always ova’ there ‘hidin’ at Li-Li house. Is there somethin’ I need to know?”
I opened the refrigerator to find something to eat, but there was only milk and jelly. I clenched my teeth and the slammed fridge. “Like what?”
“Is she pregnant?” My mom asked, watching me from the other room.
“Man we aint got nohtin’ to eat in here?” I shouted from the kitchen, disregarding my mother’s question.
“Is she pregnant Kashawn?” she repeated. I took a cup from the cabinet and filled it with tap water. My mom stared at me as I came in the front room and sat down.
“Not that I know of,” I finally said. Mom returned her gaze back to her TV show.
“Betta’ stay that way too,” she added. My mom’s been getting on case about babies for a year now, ever since my ex-girlfriend Taylor had the abortion. Mom thought she did the right thing, but I was outraged. It’s one thing if Taylor would have asked me before hand. Instead she informed me after the fact, after the murder. No doubt we broke up after that.
“Mama!” Libya shouted, coming in the room. “Can I watch TV? My show on.” Mom glared at her like she was crazy. “Please ma…”
“Girl gon’ somewhere,” She snapped. “I been cleanin’ rooms all damn day and you trynna take my only down time?” Libya rolled her eyes. I don’t know why she even asked; she knew what the answer was going to be.
My mom worked as a hotel maid for Days Inn and hated her job. Everyday she came home she would hog the TV and get high until she went to sleep. And since we only had one TV that automatically displaced Libya and me.
Libya pouted her way back to her room and slammed the door shut. I got up from the chair and went outside. Sitting on the porch steps I pulled out the last guar I had from my pocket. Might as well roll up. I only had enough weed for half a blunt, but I knew how to make it stretch.
Once I finished rolling the blunt, I lit the re-rolled cigar and placed it in my mouth. Smoking your last was always a heart breaker. I needed some money and quick. Thoughts of the robbery Tymark mentioned started to pop in my mind, until the front door swung open.
“I can’t wait for ma to fall asleep,” Libya grumbled. “Always hoggin’ the TV.” She took a seat next to me.
“Tell me somethin’ new,” I agreed. My sister glanced from the ground to my hand that held the blunt. It was clear she wanted to smoke. Libya wasn’t yet a true smoker. She just likes to get high every now and then, but that’s how it always starts. I hit the blunt one more time then passed it to my sister.
“You talk to daddy recently?” She asked me.
I shook my head. “Nope.” I probably need to give him a call, I haven’t heard from him in about week. “Imma hit em up though, see what he’s been up too.”
“Yea, I just got off the phone with him, he said he gave you a call,”
“Man I aint got no more minutes,” I told her. “Imma have to call him off another phone.” I scratched my head while thinking about the robbery again. If I had some money in my pocket I could buy the minutes. The more I thought, the more reasons I had to hurry up and rob that guy. I glanced at Libya who hit the blunt like a champ. “Yo… let me borrow yo phone real quick.”
Libya held the smoke in her lungs for as long as she could then let it all out with a small cough. “… Why…” She mumbled between coughs.
“I need to make a phone call,” I told her.
YOU ARE READING
The Stick Up Kid
Teen FictionKashawn Thompson was born in the slums of West San Tera. Growing up with nothing, his childhood was a sad out look of the dark future that lies ahead. At a relatively young age, he chose to follow in the footsteps of his biggest influence; who was n...
