Neveah's Thug Life

As I stepped out from my ex best friend's house, the traitor herself came running behind me. Before I could say anything she burst out "wait, wait, wait! What you ganna do now Nev, you can't just wonder the streets alone like that, think about your mother."-I interrupted and said "what am I supposed to do, I can't stay here either he might come looking for me"-immediately I paused my sentence as I saw Brianna's eyes widen in shock; she whispered cautiously "Neveah, look behind you", slowly I turned my head around in fear of what I was expecting to see. He found me. "Nevvy, what you doing here?-hello Brianna" he said in a deep tone out from his Mercedes car (he always called me Nevvy when we were in front of people) Brianna ignored Trevor and scowled. What should I do now? Should i: run, scream, or go back into Brianna's house??I stood paralysed to the ground, finally having the courage to move as he stepped out of his car. "I've been looking for you everywhere Nevvy, Nevvy come with me your mothers been worried to death", my heart synced as he said those words. Brianna saw how scared I was and felt the way my body was continuously shaking. Without any warning, I suddenly forced myself to run away from him and Brianna, not daring to look back in case I tripped and fell. As I heard fast pacing footsteps running behind me, my heart began to thump quickly at an unusual speed, as if it was willing to jump right out from my chest especially with the adrenaline rapidly rushing through me, as at this point I was eager to escape this man who I loathed so much.
Behind me, as I turned the corner into the main part of Streatham, I heard shouting and police sirens in a far distance. I've never felt like this before; so terrified and not in control of my mind and actions, for once in my life I didn't have a solution for this, as I weren't in the right mind to know what next I was meant to do. Once again this man had me on the run, but this time I didn't know where I was on the run to.
I jumped in fear as I felt a hand grab me on my left shoulder; my only intension was to scream and throw punches, at who I thought was Trevor behind me. "HOLD UP, it's me, MO! "I stopped as I took a breath of relief after knowing it weren't Trevor, it was a boy named Mo, who I had seen every morning on my way to Dun Raven. He was a Year older than me, although we were in the same year academically, but he went to Evelyn Grace Academy in Brixton. I met him one evening when I had nearly gotten rushed by Brixton hill girls after they tried to rob me off my IPhone 6- he told them to back off by pulling out his knife, then out of concern he asked if I was alright and he dropped me home to make sure I reached there safely. I had studied him for a moment as he was telling me about himself; he's approximately 6'2 tall, he had long neat kooly braids which went up to his shoulders, he had a golden brown skin complexion, golden brown eyes also, and he had nice plumbed lips and white evenly teeth behind them. I could tell that he also went to the gym regularly as he had broad shoulders and Dench pressed arms, which meant that he probably didn't even need a knife.
As I stepped back from MO I realised that he hadn't changed from the last time that I'd seen him without uniform on, but instead of a Nike track suit, he was wearing a black and white Adidas one with the matching top and hoodie that went with it, and he also had Adidas superstars and an Adidas Bomber Jacket. I went closer towards him and finally spoke "All Adidas up yeah", he laughed at my comment, which showed his neat teeth, and nodded. "Were you running from someone?" He replied in his deep voice. I dodged his question to take a look at my phone to realize it was on 1%, I then remembered I had my power bar, but that needed charging also. Mo rolled his eyes, knowing that I tried to air his question, "so you not ganna answer me?" he laughed, I then dodged that question and asked "do you happened to have a power bar with you?"-"no, but you can come mine and charge your phone if you want" he replied with a smirk. I weren't too sure about this, but I took the chance and agreed to his proposition.
Thug life 1
We arrived at Mo's house up in Stockwell. He was 16 so he was old enough to live on his own, but I presumed it was a hostel as you have to be at least 18 to rent or buy your own property fully. I'm not going to lie; it was quite neat, beautiful, and a bit spacious for a hostel. It seemed to also go with his personality. It had a king size bed and a flat HD screen TV on the wall opposite, his walls were bright red and his floors was a burgundy coloured carpet. His windows were covered with a red and orange translucent mesh curtain which made the room a summery sort of colour when they were pulled close. The kitchen was also quite big and had clean black and white floor tiles and a big red and grey fridge freezer. There was also a red and black striped microwave that had a little radio on top of it. He also had labels on each wooden cabinet, which were: pots and pans, flour and seasoning, plates and cups, snacks, tin food and cleaning supplies. I'm guessing Mo had a little OCD. Before I entered the house fully, I removed my trainers from my feet and placed it at the door way, (not wanting to dis-respect him by trotting on his carpet). Mo grinned as he watched me trying to fix my shoes properly, and shook his head; I looked up at MO's tall body confused "what?" I asked-"you didn't need to take off your shoes" he replied, I then looked at his feet to see he still had his shoes on. Slowly I stood up from where I was, and casually walked across the room to sit on his comfortable bed. He walked over to me and sat beside me; we were so closed together it seemed as if we were sitting on each other, he then attempt to ask the same question-"so, are you ganna finally tell me why I found my YG out on road at 6am while I was on the way to the gym?", I continued to ignore this question but he wouldn't give up. "Neveah listen yea, I'm not tryna move to you or anything, and I like you and that because you seem calm and I do care for you, but if you're just ganna be stubborn I won't be able to help you out, you get me?" Mo spoke in a concerned soothing voice. I saw in Mo's Golden brown eyes (which seemed to look a bit hazel now), that he really did want to help me out, so I gave up and told him everything: about my mum, Trevor and Brianna and how I felt hopeless and scared and I didn't know what to do or where to go; it felt all too much for me, but I was glad I had someone to let it all off my chest with. At one point I felt tears coming, but I held them back to look strong in front of Mo, although inside I really weren't as strong as I seemed. Mo shook his head in frustration and started to get angry about the thought of Trevor trying to hurt me and abuse my mum, he stood up and sat back down again and tried to calm himself down. Out of nowhere he gently pulled me close and gave me a warming bear hug, which made me feel better-"you can stay with me if you want, for as long as you want, but only if you know in your heart that you can trust me enough" I could of listened to his calm, soft voice for hours.
I thought long and hard about his suggestions, I had to agree- I mean, how bad could it be staying with him? MO's mouth opened into a wide grin as I told him that I was agreeing to his thought. He had a sad smile though, as if he was glad that I was able to stay with him, but at the same time he was deeply worried about my safety, but I ignored MO's emotions and remained in a calm state of mind for the rest of the evening and got to know him a little more.
MO had told me he was an only child, and had been raised by only his mother because of his father's death when he was 6 years old. In an unfortunate way, MO and I had very much in common, we had both lost someone we loved at a very young age, we both hated change, we both grew up in a difficult family and we both had to keep the rest of our family together in a stable manner.
Thug Life 2
I woke to find myself suddenly sweating horrifically from a deep dream about Mum and Trevor, which I dreadfully struggled to awaken from. Briskly I shook the dream out from my head and I leant lazily against MO's bedroom wall behind his bed.
Bright strands of light shone through the curtains, which made the room have a tropical multi-coloured scene in the early morning. MO's house was so decorative. As I sat up in MO's bed I witnessed the stream of light reflect onto his skin, which made his golden complexion beam gracefully as he slept like a baby.
Slowly I crawled out from his comfortable bed, eager to get past MO lying on the bed below and into the kitchen without awakening him. I was HUNGRY! My mouth dropped as I flung open all the cupboards to find a humongous amount of food in each of them.
Twenty minutes later, MO awakened and decided to join me in the kitchen. He sniggered as he witnessed me stuffing my mouth with a chocolate chip muffin. As he attempt to say something, I began to gag, and went head first out the kitchen and into the toilet. "Are you alright Neveah?" Mo asked with concern. "Yeah I'm alright; I'm just not feeling too good" (we barely had proper food back at home). I stood up from the toilet bowl and walked over to his bright red sink. As I looked into the mirror in front of me, I realized that I was beginning to look drained and stressed out. I rinsed out my mouth and went back into the kitchen to accompany MO once again. MO made another attempt to talk to me, but suddenly my phone began to ring, which made my heart stop. It said unknown caller. I answered on loud speaker. "NOO! TREVOR PLEASE, IM SORRY, IM SORRY!!"Then it went silent and cut off.
MO saw that my face was red with rage, all that I could think, feel and breath was a hot blistering fire combusting inside me, as if I was a volcano about to erupt. The anger slowly egressed from me and then an abrupt shadow of sadness came over me and I began to cry; then suddenly my mixed emotions transfigured back into rage.
Mo tried to calm me down by putting his arm around me I pushed them off and without thinking I swung aggressively to his face and went straight for his nose. I turned around straight away to say sorry, but I was too reluctant to get the word out. I felt worried and guilty as I watched Mo stand up and leave the hostel with his phone in his hand and then slammed the door. I forgot he was short tempered and it seemed as if I was testing him. Sorry Mo.
Mo's Thug Life 1
I can't believe Neveah did that to me. I know she must feel angry and upset after hearing her mum and Big T on the phone, but why is she taking it out on me? I mean, I've been trying to help her get through this? She's so lucky I'm feeling her, because I would have lost my temper out on her if I didn't walk out the room. Awe God my nose is bleeding. I think I'm ganna stay out for a while and see if I can get one of my Youngers to watch her while I go do a job.
Neveah's Thug Life 3
I almost made a draft in the room pacing up and down, while trying to think of how I was meant to apologise to Mo. I feel so guilty about what I did. He's been trying to help me out and he's even letting me stay at his house for a while- what am I doing?
As soon as I heard keys in the front door, I quickly jumped onto Mo's bed, ready to apologise. The door opened, but it weren't Mo; it was a boy who looked like he was 15 in his face, but seemed 17 in his height. He darted a sharp look at me, and carried his eyes from up to down and left to right. Why was he in Mo's house? I had to find out. "Who are you?" I questioned. "I'm Mo's boy, I came here to watch out for you init, while he's gone on a job" he replied. "What job? I didn't know he worked"-
"Oh, shame... never mind" weird, I thought-"what's your name? You just walked up in here and you can't even introduce yourself, especially if Mo's sent you to look after me, even though I can take care of myself" I scowled-"My names Isaac man, you got bare attitude though" he sniggered. "Yeah whatever, how old are you?"-                                                                   "Don't worry about dah, just know that I'm a big man init"- oh please. "You're a big man yeah, but more time you look like you're not even on the verge of doing your GCSE's yet" I could see that I put him on the spot and he began to laugh. After a while he just gave in, "alright you got me, I'm fifteen, why you tryna be difficult for?" Before I could get the chance to answer his question the front door pushed open.
I didn't have to courage to look him in the eye for more than three seconds. "Ay Cameron, come out for a sec" Mo told the boy. I glared at him as he looked back at me on the way out, because he knew he lied to me. As he stepped pass Mo', Mo whispered something in his ear and he nodded in return before he finally opened the door and left the hostel.
"Sorry" I finally forced myself to say. Mo ignored my apology and went over to the TV to activate his ps4. After a while, he then leant comfortably on his side beside me on the far corner of the bed and started pressing all sorts of buttons on the pad. He was giving me the silent treatment, and I didn't like it.
I'm not losing the only help I've been given. "Morvyn, I'm sorry, if you want to you can punch me back, do whatever you want to me" I said, (desperate for us to go back to how we were).
He replied, "No Neveah, I won't do that"
-"why not, I'm used to it anyways." He began to get frustrated. "No Nev, you don't understand, I can't do that to someone I lo-" he whispered the last bit of what he was saying. "I didn't hear that last bit; you can't do that to someone you...?" I asked. He went silent and shook his head. I give up.
"Should I just leave then?"
-"No Neveah, don't talk like that, I want you to stay, it's just that I've been handling loads"
Didn't he trust me? I thought.
"What do you work as? I remember Cameron or Isaac, or whatever he's called, telling me you was on a job"
Mo sucked his teeth, and seemed upset. "Why's he telling you my business man, eediyat" yep definitely upset.
Mo's Thug Life 2
I need to have a word with my YG Camz, he done know what's happening with the food getting stolen and that and he wants to be baiting out the job. I'm not even angry at Neveah no more, that's eight grand of weed and crack gone, Trev's not ganna be happy about this. Mothers when I find out who's behind this no-one's ganna want to try me again. Now I'm ganna have to tell Neveah, because she's ganna end up finding out anyways; she's a smart girl you know, but in due time man, in due time.
Neveah's Thug Life 4
Ten minutes later, Cameron came back through the front door; I forgot Morvyn told him to wait outside. I saw Mo's eyes getting red and his hands slowly forming into a fist "GET OUT CAMERON, did man tell you to come back in, I'll soon deal with you" Morvyn burst out saying- "Buh Big T just called for a quick job" Cameron said hesitantly. Mo's eyes widened towards Cameron and quickly looked to the corner of his eyes to see if I was paying attention. Who's Big T? I pondered, but I couldn't be bothered to ask. He went in his coat pocket then turned to me and held out his hands with a ten pound note "Nev you must be hungry, go get your self-something to eat" he offered. I refused because my belly was still filled up with the big breakfast I had just eaten. "Ok, go buy yourself something nice" he took out fifty pounds more and handed it to me. I could tell that he wanted me to leave. "It's ok, I know you want me to leave, so I wouldn't know the thing your hiding, I don't need any money from you, I can look after myself" I gave back his money, grabbed my bag, then shoved passed him and left slamming the door behind me.
Mo's Thug Life 3
I can't keep this from Neveah any longer, she's starting to catch on, but she doesn't know that I'm doing this to protect her. I can't have her in the house while he's here. I don't want her to think I don't want her here anymore, I don't want her to think I don't like her, and I especially don't want her to not like me. But if it shows that her thoughts are going on the verge of any of those things, then I'll tell her everything, I promise, becasue I can't lose her.
Neveah's thug life 5
I got off the Number 2 bus to re-unite with Brixton again. It was even busier than before, and had a whole heap of repugnant and Caribbean smells. I felt an appetite for Caribbean food, as I smelt corn beef and rice. I walked into the nearest Caribbean restaurant I could see to view what I could eat. "'allo darling, my name is Miss Gabby, is dere anything you warn me to help yuh wid?" asked a nice Jamaican women who was serving. "Yes please, could I have 2 cheesy beef Patty's, and a ginger beer to go?"- "yes Miss Lady that will be £3.78p please". I began to search my pocket and my bag for money to realise that I didn't have any. I only had 5p, which was useless in this case. Why did I reject the money from Mo'? I guess I weren't thinking straight. I tapped the nice lady on the shoulder and said nervously "sorry Ms Gabby, I don't seem to have money on me right now, I'll come back next time" and walked out of the restaurant.
What am I ganna do? I can't go back to Mo's without buying something. He's going to think that I need him and his money. As I was walking past the skate park back into the main Brixton, I turned the corner to see H&M. I looked at the big handbags and the nice dresses and jeans they had, and just had to go in there to see them up close for myself. I casually strolled in past the security guard and walked onto the escalator which led upstairs. Upstairs was packed with women and their little children as it was the lady's section of course, but no security guard. My mouth went into a grin. I slowly unzipped my bag and began to put everything that I liked in my size, into the bag, I even packed in underwear. Once I started, I couldn't stop. I didn't even care about the security cameras that might have been watching me. As I was walking out of H&m, feeling good that I got away with it, a white man with a plaid shirt, in his late 20's stopped me out of nowhere. "Excuse me; can you come with me please?" My heart began to thump at an unusual beat. I turned around vigorously to make a run for it, but unfortunately another two uniformed security guards stood close behind me.
Couple of minutes later, I found myself with three stern security gauds and the store manager in the back of H&M.
After I had given everything I had taken back to them and answered several questions, they finally decided that I could make one important phone call to someone who could bail me out.
Oh shitt, who the hell am I supposed to call? I can't call mum, because Trevor will come, I can't call Brianna, because she isn't my 'G' no more, so all I have left is Mo'. I felt as if I was about to pass out. My palms were sweaty and I had a guilty look on my face. I got up from the table and walked across the room to the telephone which sat lonely next to the janitor closet. 'Go ahead' the manager gestured. I turned my head from them, and began to tap in each number of Mo's cell number. How did I already know his number from my head, it's only been about two days. The phone rang. He answered. "Yo, who's this?"
"It's...Neveah", my lips began to tremble. "Neveah, what's wrong, are you on your way back?" he said concerned. "No, erm, I'm in H&M"I whispered. "What you doing in H&M, just come back, I got something for you Nev"
"That's the problem, I'm with security guards, who caught me stealing" Mo went silent.
"It's the H&M in Brixton right" I hmm'd at his question, "Alright I'm on my way"
Mo's Thug Life 4
What the hell was Neveah thinking? About she's shop lifting, I should Box her, and she knew I could have given her the money as well. "Ay, Cameron, I got to pick up Neveah real quick yeah, and keep your mouth shut to T" he nodded to an agreement. I know Neveah did wrong, but I don't want to leave her there for too long feeling uncomfortable. I went through my phone looking for someone to call to pick me up "Ay jay, wargwarn, yeah yeah, where you-that's local still, come drop me Brixton real quick-yeah calm, hurry though" I hung up.
Neveah's Thug Life
My head turned towards the door instantly, as I heard Mo's gentle voice.
A shiver meandered down my spine, as I saw the handle of the door turn. The door opened and it was Mo'. He didn't seem angry, he seems almost disappointed, and I feel bad.
"Where are the clothes she took" asked mo. The security guards gestured to them,
"I'll pay for them" Mo said, I didn't bother to say anything, I didn't deserve a say to be honest. I'm so ashamed of myself, and I know he is too.
Everyone was silent in the car on the way back to what I call home. The only voice in the car was Stormzy, who was playing on the radio.
When we arrived, I went straight into bathroom and locked myself in; I weren't ready to hear his words yet.
A couple seconds later I heard Mo and the driver enter. I tried to listen to their conversation by leaning my face up against the door.
"So, who's that, your girl?" I believe the driver said.
"Nah, she's just a girl that's staying at mines for a while, I'm just tryna look after her." Mo replied
"oh seen, she's kinda Peng still, but I'm not tryna interfere, man's got a girl of his own you see" Jay said proudly-
"oh for real, that's good to hear Jay, but you see Big T, try not to mention him around my girl Nev init"-
"yeah say nothing, I'll check you soon yeah"-
"yeah inna bit" then the front door closed.
There goes the name Big T again, who is he, and what does he have to do with me?
I flushed the toilet and washed my hands as if to say I did actually use the toilet. As I came out from the bathroom, my eyes met with Mo's who was now on the bed, with his hands formed almost into a praying gesture, but locked together. Is he religious?
"Neveah?" his voice seemed deeper.
"I know, I'm sorry, I'll never do it again, it was immature and embarrassing, I'm really and truly sorry" I panicked.
"Neveah, I just don't understand, I offered you money, and you didn't want it, fair enough, but then when you was in need of the money now, you chose to steal, you know giving you money aint a ting"
"Yeah I know, but if I'm getting money from you I wanna earn it instead of receiving it for nothing, because then, how am I ganna know how to fend for myself?
From the expression on his face, I could tell that he agreed. "Alright then Neveah, hear this, why don't you work for man."
I agreed.
BY SHAMECIA MILLER