August
"August where have you been?!" My mama yelled at me once I walked through the door.
I sighed. I'm so damn tired I'm not trying to argue with her, we do this almost every night.
"I was working ma" I said, rubbing my hands down my face.
"You don't have a damn job Anthony!" She yelled, getting a little louder.
"Yes I do" I simply said.
"That bullshit you do is not a damn job!"
"You sure as hell don't be complaining when I'm giving you money and all you do with it is give it to your crack head ass boyfriend" I said and she slapped me. Damn that hurt.
"I'm tired of this August I really am, I'm getting too old to be dealing with this I don't want to get a call in the middle of the night and someone tells me that you're dead I can't deal with that" she said, here she go with this "get your shit together or get out my house" speech.
"It's not even like that ma, you're overreacting"
"I am not overreacting August, you're my son and I love you I really do, but I can't put up with you anymore you're 18 you're an adult now it's time for you to grow up and start acting like it" she said sighing and looking down.
"So whatcha saying?" I asked kinda already knowing what she was about to say.
"August you have to go, I'm putting you out I want yo-" she started to say but I cut her off.
"You know what fuck it! You want me gone? Alright I'm out" I said and proceeded to my room to pack as much as I could. I really don't know where I'm gonna stay tonight, I don't wanna intrude on Mel and Chandra and Travis ass ain't got a house of his own he's staying with his funky ass girlfriend.
Once I packed as much as I could in my gym bag I grabbed my safe, that carried all of my money and jewelry, and stuffed it in and then zipped it up. I threw my gym bag over my shoulder and went over to my closet and grabbed my gun out of a shoe box and tucked it in my waistband.
I walked out of my room and proceeded towards the front door. Before I opened it to leave I turned my head and saw my mama sitting on the couch with her head in her hands.
"Don't call me when you need help with bills or when that crack head ass nigga start beating on you" I said and with that I walked out and slammed the door behind me.
Now I just have to find somewhere to sleep tonight. This is so fucked up, how she gonna say she don't wanna get a call saying that I'm dead but she's putting me out on the streets, that shit isn't making it any better.
Lauryn
"Lauryn get back here now!" My mom yelled after me as I ran upstairs to pack my bag. I completely ignored her and started grabbing clothes and throwing them into a backpack.
"Lauryn where do you think you're going?!" She yelled trying to take my bag, but I pushed her back causing her to stumble a little.
"Anywhere but here! You knew what he was doing to me and you didn't do anything about it!" I yelled at her and then continued to pack everything I could.
"Lauryn you have to grow up, it's time for you to become a woman, that's wha-" she started to say, but I cut her off because she was really pissing me off.
"I'm a teenager! I just turned 17 last week, he's been doing this to me since I was 8! You knew all along and you didn't do shit! I fucking hate you and him! I'm going to find my dad" I said and then pushed pass her making my way downstairs.
As I was headed towards the front door I saw my sick ass "stepfather" passed out drunk on the couch. I wanted to just go over and stab him to death for all of the pain and torture he put me through. I decided against it because I just wanted to get out of there, I couldn't stand being in this house it's filled with nothing but painful memories.
Just was my hand touched the doorknob, the woman that birthed me came downstairs.
"You'll never find your father, he doesn't want you don't you think he would've stayed if he did, he's married and his wife would never accept you Lauryn, if you leave here you're homeless" she said and I just walked out.
I have a small amount of clothes, no phone, and only $200 that I managed to sneak out of her purse. I don't have anywhere to go, I don't have any grandparents or aunts/uncles here in New Orleans. My mom moved us here from Chicago when I was 6 to be closer to that sick bastard.
I don't know where I'm gonna go tonight, but I know I'll be damned if I go back to that hell hole.
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