A Black Girl Story

Chapter 3

                                       Consequences

                                "If you stop struggling you   

                             stop life."  -Huey Newton

I don't know what I was thinking I really dont. What is done is done, and you cant take it back. Oh how I wish I could take things from my past back. If life allows you to rewrite what you've done like you erase your mistakes on paper, wouldn't  that make us perfect people? If we are perfect then we wouldn't learn from our mistakes. Mistakes do make us stronger and sometimes better people. Without mistakes we wouldn't struggle.

We need to struggle sometimes or we won't learn. Even though it sounds so amazing to erase your mistakes we still need them.

I'm pretty sure everyone in this world has something in their past they want to take back. Some more then others. Some mistakes are so bad that you can't even learn from them. How is that, well then you did something that got you killed. Eli showed me around and taught me some things. Im not going to be doing any street drop offs anymore. Im doing something that I never thought I would ever do nor wanted to. Im in the big leagues now all by just saying one word.-

I can't complain and once again not take it back. "You know your really strange." he said. Ha how many times have I heard that one? "What makes you think that?" "Well your very quiet." I don't see how that makes me strange but ok. I heard tons of other reasons why people call me strange but not because I was quiet, even though people tell me Im quiet. "That's because I like to observe." He looked like he was thinking. "Well then what have you noticed so far?" I thought back to all the things I noticed.

"Well first off I noticed that when one of your gaurds leaves then another takes its place. Also that guy over there has a gun in his black coat because once in awhile it pokes out. Another thing is I saw that girl bartender spit in that mens drink. And oh yeah occasionally you lick your lips."

He smiled at me shaking his head. "you do pay attention you might be more help then I thought you would." How useful does he think I am?

"Zaira until I fully trust you ill have you on full watch. So you would be living here sleeping in one of the guest rooms." Great now im stuck here. I just want to go home sleep in my own bed hoping this is all a dream. I knew I shouldn't have gone into the drug business in the first place.

-Flashback-

I saw my mom sitting in the kitchen of our small apartment. Her head was laying on the island while crying. Bills and more bills were in front of her including an eviction note. She kept crying why her. I was 15 at the moment. "Mom are you ok?" She raised up a little and had put a fake smile on her face. But I saw straight through that smile. "Of course sweet heart im just having a bad day that's all." I knew my mom was having money problems. I just didn't know it was this bad. She got up brushed herself off and went into her room. When she came out she had on this short tight dress and she was wearing heels. Her hair was flat iron and she had on makeup.  "Zaira im going out to work ok." I looked up at her in a sad way. "Ok." Then she left. I don't know were she was going but I knew she was going out to sell her body for money. I hated that my mom thought that the only way for making quick money was to sell her body. I knew I had to help her with the bills. But I also knew I was to young to work but I left the house anyway. I tried asking people if they needed me to do anything for money. I walked around for a long time until I stopped at this corner where this boy was selling drugs. "Hey little girl want to buy some weed?" But instead of asking or saying no I asked him how much money he made. He told me a lot depending on what hes selling and who buys it. I also asked if I could start selling. He smiled then told me to follow him. At first I was scared because I didnt know were he was taking me. When we arrived we were at this big building. Inside I followed him through smokers and hallways until we reached this door and he knocked. When a men opened it we went inside. I saw this big fat black men in a chair looking at us. "What do you want Marques and who's the girl?" The guy I followed I guess name was Marques pushed me in front of him. I said something that changed everything.  "I want to start selling."

-Flashback over-

That's how everything started just because I wanted to help my moms hoping she would stop selling her body. She still did it but not as much as she used to since I began helping out with the bills. Me and my mom have a very close relationship we would do anything for each other. I don't give two shits about my dad. In my mind I have no father and I never did. "Follow me so I can show you your room." Eli said. I followed him down some hallways until we stopped in front of this room.

"This is were your going to be staying so make yourself at home!" he said with a smile and then walked off. Inside was a huge room. It had a queen size bed with a flat screen Tv, couch, mini refrigerator, glass door leading to a balcony, dressers, walk in closet, and a coffee table. You would think I was living the life but everything comes with a price. I hopped in the bed instantly falling asleep after a long day.

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I woke up to someone knocking on my door. I got up to go answer it. Behind the door was this big bulky man telling me to go to Eli's office. He showed me were to go and I did as he said. I came across these double doors and knocked. "Come in!" a deep voice said. I walked in seeing Eli behind this big desk with a blunt between his lips. "Sit down Zaira." I sat down in one of the two chairs in front of his desk. He leaned onto the desk while his arms were folded.

"I have your first job for you." He pulled out a folder and a gun and gave them to me. I read the papers inside the folder shocked.

"You want me to kill a drug dealer?" He put a serious look on his face. "Yes he owes me money and I gave him chances to pay me but he didnt." I was shocked, surprised, and a little shaken. "Zaira you have to learn theres consequences to what a person does. He didn't pay me so he has to face the consequences." That very word stuck through my head as I walked down the street to the place where the men was. "Consequences" its a very scary word especially since if I do the wrong thing then I will be killed.

I walked into the club were the guy by the name Marcus Howard was. The victim to what I was going to kill. In the folder showed a picture of him so I knew what he looked like. I walked past dancing people to the V.I.P section and there he was, smoking a blunt with two women each on one side of him. I had on this black dress, hair done, with accessories. Under my dress where no one could see was the gun that Eli gave me.

Marcus saw me and began observing me. I took that chance to wink at him and walked off to the bar. I sat there patently and like expected Marcus came over sitting next to me. "What will you be having?" the bartender asked. "She would have a strawberry margarita!" Marcus said. "Now how do you know that I would like to have that?" I looked at him with a small smile on my face. "Well you look like a women who likes that type of drink." After that we talked more until I got him to take me to his place.

His house was huge but I knew how he paid for it. He led me in the house up a set of stairs to his bedroom. He pushed me on the bed and got on top of me. I flipped us over so I was on top.

"You like to be in charge don't you?" he asked. But instead of answering his question I took my gun out and shot him in the chest three times. With no second thoughts or any feelings. I had to do what I had to do. I put the gun back in its hiding spot and got out the bed. I walked out the house onto the street.

I was a changed person forever........

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