I'm just a teacher (Never fall in love with a young thug pt 2)

1 (August p.o.v)

I stepped into the darkness, the only light came from the moon outside that illuminated the living room so that I could see. I pulled a lighter from my pocket and flickered it on.

"Ma?" I called out.

No response.

"May?" I called out, hoping to get a response from my little sister.

"August, in here," Her little voice sounded from the kitchen. I slowly walked into the kitchen, looking around but I still didn't see her.

The darkness made my search for her way more difficult than intended. I huffed in aggravation.

"May, where ya at?".

"August in here," She retorted, her voice shaky. She was scared.

I kneeled down in front of a wooden cabinet in our kitchen, softly knocking on it.

"Ya in here?" I asked softly.

"Yes," Her voice sounded again, from behind the cabinet.

I opened the cabinet and there she was, in fetal position, her head in between her knees. Just like I had thought, she was scared.

"Come outta dere," I said lightly, grabbing onto her hand helping her get out of the cabinet.

Once she got out of the cabinet, she kneeled down falling into my chest. I sat my chin on top of her head and stroked her hair. She liked when I did that, she told me it made her feel better when she was sad.

"What happen?" I finally asked once I felt her tears dripping on my shirt.

"I heard the sounds again," She responded as she hid her face in my chest, weeping softly.

I knew what sounds she was talking about. She had heard gunshots. The neighborhood we lived in was pretty rough around the edges but unfortunately this was all mama could afford with a 6th grade education and no man to help her out. I was supposed to be the man of the house but trying to fill in my father's footsteps and be a normal 17 year old boy was difficult. These streets were gritty. They killed my father on these streets.

"Look at meh,".

May sniffled before she looked up, her pretty brown eyes meeting mine. She looked just like Ma, especially her eyes.

"Ima protect ya, ya aint gotta be scared. As long as I'm aroun' nothin' can hurt ya," I promised her, clutching her body closer to mine. I needed her to believe those words, because I needed to believe those words too.

She nodded then layed her head back on my chest again.

"Where's Ma?".

"She left with some man, she said she was coming back," She responded even though her words were muffled.

I balled up my fist in anger. Why would Ma leave May here by herself?

I knew the answer to my own question.

Because Ma was a fucking crackhead.