My Daddy's Little Thug

Let me tell yaw a little story. Yea, kind of like a tale. But it wouldn't be a tale because this is what happened to me when I was 15. Growing up in the wealthy neighbor hood had got me thinkin, how bad is the ghetto? Thankfully my dad is full black and rose from the ghetto. My mom, she's white and was rich! She has no idea what the ghetto is. Just like me.

So here's my story, my ghetto story. Right before my daddy died....

4 YEARS AGO

India's POV

I looked out the window, scared to face my daddy as he drove back home. The whole time, he had a scowl on his face. I know he probably thinks I'm a bad daughter right now. But what do you expect from a 15 year old girl who wants live her life, outside of school, home and church.

"Kelvin, I don't even know why you took her down there the first time!,"my momma said as we made our way inside the house. I ran up the steps and into my room and turned on the tv. When I hears a knock at the door, my little sister Jazzy or Jazeera walk in. She was 13 years old, and real pretty. It was three of us, her, me and then my little brother.

His name is Waylon. He's 7 years old, and is a real pain. To tell you the truth though, the kid is a wiz! He's so smart about anything, especially technology. I love both of my siblings though.

"Yea Jaz?"I asked as she came fully inside my room dressed.

"Do you still have that peppermint lotion from Bath and Body Works?"she asked looking around the room.

"Yea, look on the dresser in the purple basket,"I said pointing to my dresser. My room is filled with purple because that's my favorite color. Jazzy left and then my door opened again.

My dad walked in still angry from what happened a few hours ago. Which, I don't understand why he's so mad. It's not even that bad.

"India, we need to have a serious talk,"my dad said sitting in my chair at the desk. I looked just like my dad, and my family says I look just like him. My dad is 36, and my mom is 34. Which means that my mom had me when she was 19. Very young right?

"It wasn't even that big of a deal. You took me down there once before, so why can't I go on my own?"I said folding my,arms across my chest.

"Yea your right, I did take you down there. But you shouldn't have went there by yourself. It's dangerous and to risky for you to do that!"he said.

Okay, if you wanna know what happened, I'm gonna tell you. My dad always took me down to his old neighborhood a few weeks ago. We went everywhere, like to the corner store, shopping areas, to the trap houses and of course we didn't go in them but still. It felt as if I have lived there all my life.

Anyways, I asked him if we could go today and yesterday, but he said no. So I walked down to his old neighborhood, and I forgot to put my phone on the charger, and I guess they started callin me when my phone was dead. My dad suspected that I was at the corner store, and that's why I'm in trouble now.

"Okay fine, it won't happen again,"I said a little above a whisper.

"It better not India,"he said getting up from the chair. He kissed my forehead and was about to walk out, until I stopped him.

"Nuh-uh! You thought I was gone forget didn't you?"I asked folding my arms across my chest. He gave me a confused look and I shook my head. "You told my momma! You said you would NEVER, tell my momma what we were up to,"I said faking my anger.