Michael and I texted all week, he got me in such a good mood - I forgot about everything. I was just coming from work, walking down the empty streets with my headphones in. The strong beats traveling through my body, i had a smile on my face - wind breezing through my hair.
I finally reached my house, it's surrounded my moving trucks, big men are marching in and out of our house - taking things and throwing them in the trucks. Completely ignoring my father standing on the lawn - screaming his heart out.
My eyebrows furrowed, I picked up my pace and jogged onto the lawn. My headphones fell out of my ears, but it didn't matter. They swung by my feet as I ran up to the workers carrying out my MacBook.
"Stop!" I screamed grabbing onto the mans jacket, he wasn't fazed. I screamed but it left me with no choice. I began to pound on his shoulders, a short fat man standing by the truck chuckled and called some guys to drag me away. "Put me the fuck down!" I swung fists at them.
"Just give her the fucking computer, we got two other jobs today" the guy chuckled, the two men holding me let go and I rolled my eyes adjusting my jacket.
The MacBook was returned to me but with a price. He began to approach me and laughed again. He pressed his dirty hand to my cheek, and I swatted it away.
"You're a pretty girl - aren't you? I squinted my eyes at him and crossed my arms infront of my chest.
"Meet me in the back - for some favours and I'll let you keep three more things, of choice" he spoke, with his gross breath reeking of desperation and scotch.
"I'd rather loose it all" I spat at him, whipping my hair around and approaching my dad. "What's happening?" I asked, and he shook his head. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, a tear rolling down his cheek.
"I'm really sorry, Jazzy. I tried. I really tried."
•••
That night, we ended up staying at my Aunty Jaya's house. She wasn't married and had no kids which probably contributed to her money she lived downtown in a loft, that only had two bedrooms - and one now belonged to me.
My dad is very big on independence and hates asking people for even the tiniest favour, so it was granted we weren't gonna stay here any longer than a couple days - even if our next stop was a crappy motel. I collapsed onto my bed, sighing audibly still trying to grasp what was going on. It's funny how everything you've ever known can be torn away from you in seconds.
I was homeless.
I opened my backpack, which contained a few things I was able to steal back from the truck and my room, before the workers got to them. Some money, jewelry, photo albums, my computer, books. I opened up the photo album and immediately a photo of my mother fell out.
In this photo, she stood tall with her hair in a tight ponytail and the curves of her body identical to mine. She smiled wide, holding her first born child in her arms. How different would things be, if she was still here?
"How could you do this, Trey!" Aunty yelled from downstairs.
"You can't keep pulling her back and forth! She's a child! She needs a stable home, she needs to focus on school not supporting you!"
"Sh-"
"-I am your sister, I love you, I care about you. But either you both stay here.. or you leave her behind."
•••
So the next morning, I took a bus back to the city for work. My aunt and father refused to tell me what was going on, our house got foreclosed - everything I know is an hour away. I guess my dad will have to move closer to the hospital for work, so I don't know where that leaves me.
Is he going to leave me here? Can he afford to take care of me?
I finally reached the coffee shop, I hopped off the bus and walked straight in. the aroma of coffee hit me like a brick. In the corner of my eye I saw Jack waiting on some tables.
I walked straight past him and into the break room and put my backpack on the little hooks they gave us in third grade.
I wrapped the strings of my apron around my back and took my headphones out of ears, before walking out.
A million thoughts ran through mind, I couldn't even notice Jack calling my name. "Hey Jaz." Jack greeted, nudging my shoulder as he walked past. "Huh? Oh.. Hi." I rubbed my forehead, leaning against the counter.
"You okay?" He asked and I nodded. "I'm fine" I gave him a smile, and turned my head to face the customer walking in. "You sure?" He persisted, I just nodded again. "Okay, pretty girl" he nudged me again before walking away.
•••
Michael's POV
"What are you smiling about?" Luke scoffed, not removing his eyes from the FIFA game he was versing Calum in.
"I met a girl" I said and the boys perked up.
"Pictures?" All three of them demanded in unison and I chuckled taking out a beautiful photo of the chocolate girl, on my phone. The picture was off her Instagram, which she didn't exactly give me.
They took my phone, the room fell silence until Calum spoke. "Oh."
"Oh, what?" I sassed.
"She's just not what I expected" Ashton shrugged, "what? because she's black?" I spat at them.
"No because she's beautiful."
"What's that supposed to mean" I exclaimed, and the room once again went silent. All of a sudden, Luke shouted - "She's out of your league!"
"Yeah, mate. I mean look at her. It seems to good too be true" Ashton said compassionately. "I mean, look at the photo she was just tagged in." He said showing me the phone.
jackray;
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@jackray; she hates my hugs :( @jxzzy
"It's probably just her brother" I shrugged it off, crossing my arms infront my chest. "Who gives a shit!" Luke groaned. "Can we just play, Cal? Let Michael worry about himself."
