Rescue Me

Bahja's POV.

Cooped up in my room, I peeked through my blinds. Snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the ground with a white fluffy covering. Thanksgiving just passed, and it's already snowing. I sighed and ran my hand over my face. I'm grounded. Why you ask? Zonnique and I were too busy talking than working on our project. Which meant our project was late. So my mom put me on punishment. My phone vibrated against my leg, throwing me out of my daze. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and picked it up. A text from Bre. I opened it up and read it.

She wanted me to go over her house to help set up Christmas decorations. I wish I could. I texted her back saying I was grounded. Then she texted me back talking about how she was gonna come over my house and convince my mom. I laughed. Yeah, good luck with that. The smell of turkey filled my nostrils and sent me in a daze. My mom was cooking. For Thanksgiving. She's a few days late, but this was the only day she could get all the family together.

There was a knock at the door. I'm assuming that's Bre. "I'll get it Sham!" I rushed down the stairs. I passed the kitchen and my mom shot me a death glare. Probably because I'm not supposed to be out of my room. I ignored the warning looks I was getting from her, and opened the door. "Hey pinky!" She exclaimed. I giggled and nodded. "It smells good in here." Bre wiped her feet on the 'Welcome' mat in front of the door. "Shamra's cooking." I pulled my cardigan tighter around my body. "Close the door, it's cold." I whined. She laughed at my baby voice and took off her purple sparkly UGGS. "You need to stop calling your mom by her first name." She warned me. I scoffed. "She doesn't care." I locked the front door. "I'm warning you, Bahj. One day she's gonna snap at you." She seriously said. I doubt it. She acts like she's gonna do something but doesn't. She just gives me death glares and warning looks.

Bre walked into the kitchen where my mom was cooking. I followed behind her. "Mom, Bre is here." I said to her. Bre smiled. "Hi Ms. Rodriguez. Food smells lovely." She complemented. I snickered. Kiss up. My mom looked at me, as she put a turkey in the oven. I stared at her with a blank expression, and she looked back at Bre. "Aren't you just a peach, Bre." My mom grinned. "Yeah, a definite butt kisser." I mumbled under my breath. I guess they both heard me because they looked at me. Two different looks though. Bre nudged me, reminding me that she was trying to get me out of the house. I formed my mouth into an 'O' shape, and kept quiet.

"Bre, why don't you invite your mom over for dinner tonight?" She asked her. "Sure, Ms. Rodriguez. That'd be nice." She cracked a smile. Then fidgeted with her fingers. "But I wanted to know if Bahja could come over my house to help set up Christmas decorations?" My mom looked between the two of us. I could tell she knew what I was planning. I looked away and began whistling. Surprisingly, she said yes. "Great!" Bre clapped her hands. "I'll bring her back in time for dinner tonight. Come on Bahj." She grabbed my arm pulling me out of the kitchen, and upstairs.

"I'm surprised she said yes." I looked through my closet for something to wear. "I told you she loved me." She flipped her hair over her shoulder. I rolled my eyes playfully. "Before we go to your house, I need to stop by Kaleb's." I stepped out of my walk-in closet with some jeans and a red vintage tee in my hands. Bre rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth. "I'm not taking you there. You know how I feel about his ass."

Bre doesn't like Kaleb, just because he's a player. I know he's no good, but I love him, and he loves me. He may be a drug dealer, but he's never cheated or abused me. He treats me like a queen. Plus, we're a perfect match. We're both badasses. Lol. "I don't care, Bre. I care about him and he feels the same way." I changed into my outfit. "No he doesn't, Bahja!" She exclaimed. "Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "I'm not about to argue with you." I huffed. "Fine by me." She spat.

I sat on the edge of the couch, scrolling down tumblr timeline. "Bahja!" Bre called. I looked up. "You're supposed to be helping me." She grabbed another ornament out of the Christmas Tree box. "I don't feel like it." I whined. She rolled her eyes. I heard the front door open and close. "I'm herrreee!" A familiar voice screeched. She stepped into the living room. "Baby cakes!" I rushed to her, and threw my arms around her. "Hey pinky!" She hugged me tighter. "I can't breathe." I struggled to get free from her grip. She quickly let me go. "My bad boo." She laughed and pulled out her phone.