Unwanted Desire

Misty Vision 2

I’d be lying if I said that the car sped off down the road, over the bridge and into far far away land. Because it didn’t exactly happen like that… We didn’t just drive up to a massive mansion with a chocolate fountain pouring out of the taps instead of water and a butler to our service on every floor.

Instead there seemed to be quite a great deal of traffic. It was like one of those busy days. Everyone was trying to get from one place to another. Commuters, shoppers, random-dog-walking-people and even school kids!

The one thing that they all had in common was that they were going home. At this point in time I couldn’t care less about how I got there, all I wanted was to be hit by the fresh smells of cotton and jasmine. I just wanted to throw myself In bed and sleep the week away.

It didn’t take long for the ride to become quite aggitating. We’d driven for what had seemed like over forty minutes and I was sure we didn’t live that far away from our flat. As the seconds began to tick and the songs on Choice FM began to repeat itself - everyone seemed to become quite restless.

The driver was cussing, my tummy was rumbling and Darren was still choosing to ignore me. I couldn't make out where we were from inside as the windows were really dark and tinted. But to my relief, the car took a sharp left before slow cruising into a narrow estate.

The driver lowered down his window and mumbled something into a girls ear.

“Uhh ugh, he’s out… I can leave him a message.” She replied.

The driver flashed a smile, his gold teeth which I hadn’t noticed before, reflecting from the mirror. “Nahh b, I wanna chill with you…”

The girl let out a high pitched cackle stopping to drag on her cigarette. “Aint you got business?” She indicated back towards me then at Darren who had been staring out the window since we’d arrived into this estate. It was enclosed and dark with musty smoke fumes clouding the sky above. It was almost as If we had driven into a lost part of the country.  

The driver inhaled her puffs of smoke and pulled up his window. “Be ready when I’m done.” She spun on her heels and sashayed back to her girls who were congregated outside an off-license shop, smoking and babbling away.

*

The house was like some sort of motel. We were allocated a room and shown where the shared kitchen was. Thank God we didn’t have to share a bathroom with the rest of the people here. They all seemed to be using drugs or selling them.

“This is courtesy of District 7.” The guy who had been kind enough to take us around the motel, smiled showing his crooked teeth and outstretching his arms. Clearly proud of the interior design of the District 7 crew. “Ain’t nobody else with a crib like this!” He peered into our room one more time, nodding as if to acknowledge the fact that the place looked gooood!

“Listen man, if you need anything- anything at all- just holla.” He turned to leave but then turned back around as if he’d forgotten something.

“‘Scuse my manners, the names Trey.” He shook my brother’s hand, gave me a wink and left the room.

Darren immediately went to lock the door. All seven locks. I stood there glaring at him. I wasn’t no baby, he’d have to spit it out right now and tell me what was going on.

He sighed walking over to the plush white leather couches, sinking deep into them and stretching out his feet.

“Our flat was pretty damaged.” He started, “And, the fire brigade couldn’t get there on time. We have to stay here for a while till we’re sorted back there. Then we can go home.”