Skinny Minnie

Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

"How the fuck was I supposed to get ten grand back to my pops in two weeks?"-Antwan



"YOU CAN'T DO SHIT RIGHT!" The deep baritone of my father's voice boomed throughout the house. I was pretty sure that the neighbors and people walking down the street could hear his yelling.

Before I could see it coming, one of my dad's fists lunged towards the side of my face, causing my head to roughly jerk to the side and making me take a few steps back, losing my balance for a minute.

"I TELL YOU TO GO DO ONE LITTLE THING AND THEN YOU GO AND FUCK THAT SHIT UP!"

I touched my lip, feeling the warm blood spread onto my fingers and tasting some in my mouth. I spat some out onto the floor and then turned to look back at my dad, my face feeling stiff and firm. I squinted my eyes at him and balled up my fists to compose myself from firing back after that blow I just took from him, but I'd only be a dumb ass mothafucka to try some shit like that.

I was never taken by surprise after all the continuous times my pops took his anger out on me. It wasn't nothing new, I just always had the urge to fight back.

"Where the fuck my money at, 'Twan?!?" my dad, known as Killa Kole to the streets, asked me.

I diverted my gaze from his direction and slightly sucked my teeth. "Man, I'on know..."

I was lying through my teeth.

My dad grabbed me up by my collar and pinned me against the wall, giving me a furious stare that let me know he wasn't playing no games as his face was just centimeters across from mine. I returned the same look back to him, feeling his hot ass breath all over my face as he breathed heavily.

"The fuck you mean you don't know, nigga? You think this shit is a muthafuckin' game?!" He spat at me. "I gave you ten grand to bring to the trap and they calling me talking 'bout they ain't get shit? How the fuck can you explain that?!? Just know that you gon' get me my gotdamn money one way or another 'cause I won't be hesitating to put a hot one in yo black ass, blood or not fool!"

We kept staring at each other for another ten to fifteen seconds before he finally shoved me to the side. "Get the fuck outta my face. You got two weeks to get me my money." He kicked my new box of J's out of his way before leaving my room. Before he slammed the front door shut, leaving the house, I heard him shout out, "And since yo hardheaded ass don't know how to do shit, I'm enrolling yo ass into school!"

I dusted myself off and went to sit down on my twin-sized bed, holding my head in my hands in frustration. How the fuck was I supposed to get ten grand back to my pops in two weeks? I'on even remember what the fuck I spent all of that money on, but I been balling the fuck out over the week, buying a whole bunch of expensive shit at the mall that I really ain't need. I spent some of that shit on some fie ass piff, too.

I guess I was just gon' have to hustle it all back, or hope for a miracle. I've never seen my father go ape shit on anybody before, even though I'm sure he has multiple times, but he probably will on me if I don't get that nigga his bread in time.

My dad, 'Killa Kole,' was one mean, cold-hearted, grimy ass muthafucka. He's kind of an OG to the game, but was never at the top. Right now my pops was tryna cheat his way up the ranks, using me as one of his lil' game pieces to help him get up there. I ain't really have a choice either 'cause he basically forced my ass into the game when I was fourteen, showing me all the ropes and giving me street smarts when I really wasn't about that life. And the worst thing about that shit is once you get in the game, there ain't no way getting out. With the position I'm in, the only way out would be death.

Getting up from my bed, I went to the bathroom and washed my face. Looking up into the mirror, I examined my lip. Yup, that muthafucka was busted for sure.

That was the least of my worries though, 'cause the only thing on my mind right now was getting that money.



Trinity



It was late in the afternoon and I was sitting on my bed at home, my mind wandering a thousand miles away. It's been five days since I got suspended from school (excluding the weekend) and I still had a week and a few days more to go.

I had been pulling it off pretty well and my mom still hadn't suspected a thing. I would get ready for school every morning and act like I was actually going, only to change back into my regular clothes once Momma drove off to work. Whenever Westview tries to call the house, I send shit straight to voicemail.

I didn't even give my mom the suspension form to sign. I just planned on forging her signature on it before my suspension was over.

I was mainly thinking about how things were going at school and if people were still talking about me. I hoped that when I come back all of that petty drama dies down and people stop picking on me just for one stupid mistake. But then again, I never really cared for what other people had to say so I was just gonna keep doing me, like I always did, once I stepped foot back into that school building.

I was also wondering if I had got accepted to any of the jobs that I had applied for. Two days after I signed up for Footlocker, I went to the mall again and applied for jobs at Forever 21, Macy's, and JCPenney. It was getting boring staying in this house by myself all the time and I needed a job--NOW.

Thinking about jobs made me remember that fine ass boy I bumped into when I applied for a one at Footlocker. I still remember how he looked--brown-skinned, muscular, tall, tatted arms, and oooh! That sexy, deep voice of his...

"Damn shawty, watch where the fuck you going."

My cell phone started ringing, interrupting me from my thoughts. I picked my phone up and checked the Caller I.D. It was a number that I didn't recognize but I answered the call anyways.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Hi, is this Trinity Jones?" A lady on the other end of the phone asked. She sounded white.

"Yes, who's asking?" I replied.

"Hi, Trinity. I'm Amy from Footlocker and I'm calling to tell you that you got the job!"

"What? Really?" I asked in shock. I didn't know that I'd get it that quick.

"Yes, congratulations! We'll just need you to come by tomorrow or later on in the week to get yourself settled in. Will you be able to make it?" Amy asked.

"Yes, yes! Trust me, I'll be there tomorrow!" I exclaimed.

"Okay. It's better that you come early so we can show you the ropes, but anytime after ten o'clock is okay," She explained to me.

"Alright, I'll try to come early!" I told her, getting hype because I was finally going to have a job.

"Okay, have a nice day and I guess I'll see you soon!"

"You too. Bye!" I said cheerily, hanging up the phone. I jumped up and started doing a happy dance. I really couldn't believe that I had gotten a job this easily. It seemed so surreal, but I was excited nonetheless.

I was mainly happy because I got the job, but a little part of me was happy because I might be able to see that mystery man again. That girl named Faith did say that he came through all the time, so there was a high possibility that we would be seeing each other again.

Trinity, that boy ain't even thinking 'bout you, I thought to myself. Calm your ass down.

It was true though. He probably seen females that looked ten times better than me on a daily. Besides, my scary ass wasn't gonna do a damn thing if I saw him again.

I erased all thoughts of that fine boy out of my head and got ready to go take a shower. I was still excited about starting work tomorrow though. It was going to be way more interesting than doing anything in this household, and it would keep my mind away from thinking about school troubles. Yes, this is just what I needed right now.