A Strippers Money

- 9 ;

I hadn't seen nor spoken to Chresanto for the past 4 months. I had his number on a yellow sheet of paper that smelled  like him. Sometimes I'd get a little happy and even think his presence was near. I haven't seen daylight ever since then , the note picked at me & I needed help. I grabbed my phone and dialed the number .

-  ring . . ring. . . ring -

"  Hello?  "

His voice grew curious and had a hint of annoyance.

" Chresanto .. It's Jas - "

" I know who it is. You think I wanna talk to you ? "

" Chres,  I - "

" Your what?  Afraid ima' touch you?  Are you afraid that I'd hurt you as if I didn't save you ?  "

"  No Chresanto,  I  -  I just wanted to hear your voice.  I remember what I said , but it was all out of anger.  I haven't been out of this house for 4 months and I need help "

" You said it yourself that I can't help you "

" Chresanto listen to me . I need help and I need it from you . I'm only 17 with no family left. I'm a stripper and your uncle raped me .. im a high school drop out and I'm going through something.  I don't know what it is but I need your help ..  "

" Yeah , ima'  think about it  "

He hung up and I lied on my side . I came to the realization that Chresanto didn't care . His voice clearly stated that . I got up and walked down the stairs. I stopped when I saw a truck , sitting in my driveway.  It was jet-black . It wasn't Chresanto's .  I could have sworn it belonged to the old man not too far from here. Who's truck was sitting in my driveway ?

I stood on the second to last step , debating on if I should do something . I walked into my kitchen and grabbed a knife . I approached my door and the doorknob jiggled furouciously.  I walked backwards & tried to remain calm.

My door flew open and a set of eyes connected with mine . I gripped the knife tightly as the darkened body approached mine. I blinked and walked backwards ... I didn't know he'd find me , I didn't want him to know where I lived. As he approached me, he grabbed my arm. I looked at him and I separated my lips.

" 40 , what are - how did you find me ? "

" You thought running away was gone stop me ? I may not have loved you , but you were good to use "

" 40 , that was a year ago.  I've learned from my mistakes and yes, fucking with a nigga like you was childish and a mistake that - "

" So my child was a mistake ? "

" 40 ... I don't have time for - "

" Naah, was my child a mistake ? "

" Mya is not a mistake. She's dead - you killed her ... "

" Bitch don't lie to me "

" 40 after I told you I was pregnant you beat me - almost to death and you left . Its been a year and you ask about your child now ? Sounds like a dead beat father to me "

" We'll just make another one "

40 was the first boy i spoke to in highschool. He was a playboy, & instead of me stopping our relationship - i kept at it . He was the kind of person that meant what he said. If something didn't go his way - he'd get abusive and aggressive.  Saying no and fighting it wouldn't work . He hadn't changed.