*Darren*
Why?
This is what I ask myself everyday. Being black and broke is hard. Trying to be sum I'm not. Gotta child at 18. In my last year of high school. Then getting kicked da fuck out.
We all make mistakes. Mine was getting a girl pregnant at 17. I ain't plan on doing dat. Tryin ta make it out of the projects. Not go deeper in.
My daughter is almost one years old and still has no real father figure. I mean I'm her father but I can barely take care of myself. Most shit I buy is go her. My little Danielle.
Looking down at my bed, I see her looking at me. She starts smiling and giggling. I smile back at her. She's the only thing keeping me from killing myself. My mother can't even look me in the eye. Her oldest son.
Out there in da streets selling dope. Dats the only way I could provide for me and my daughter. The light of my life.
My mother was always there for me. But then the baby came and all hell broke loose. She hit me with every and anything in her sight.
I didn't hit back because that was my mother. My little brother cried not knowing what was happening. He's only about what twelve. I take care of him majority of the time too.
It's like she just lost all of her motherly care. When his birthday was here she didn't even attend it. Just gave him a $20 bill and left. He was so sad even though he tried to hide it.
I told it'd be okay. That we'd make it through. But I don't know if we will. School been kicking my ass and my "boss" been on my case for some dumb ass drugs. I just want to let go.
But can't. I got two kids to think about. So I keep pushing.
I've been taking some online tutoring help. But it's only a little. I don't have all the time in the world. But I'm gone keep tryin. To make sure my baby and my lil bro have it good.
Hearing my phone ring brought me out of my thinking haze.
Looking at the screen I see it's my boss calling.
"Hey. I need you to make this drop." He commands.
"Ight. Were at?"
"Just up town. You know where dem rich fokes be at." He said with a little disgust. "The man said his son was gone get it for him. So you just get the money and make the drop."
"Ight B."
Then we hung up at the same time. Picking up my baby I take her in my brother room.
"Hey can you watch her for me? It'll only be a couple hours. Or less." I asked him.
He looked up and smiled at me.
"Of course."
"Thank you baby boy." He nodded his head.
After getting them situated. I headed off to where my boss was at to make the drop.
"You betta have my money." He says.
I give him dat nigga a look. He nodded at me. But I could still see the fear. ain't scared of his bitch ass. He catch this fade when the fuck ever.
I got back in my car and headed up to the rich side. It's mainly white fokes up here. It's a few black peoples up here. They bougie as hell doe.
When I get there doe dem houses clean asf. Looking at da address he gave me, I see it's the biggest house on da block. Whoever live deer rich asf.
Damn.
Putting in the pin code foe da gate open. Staring as I pull up to da house. I'm stuck on stupid. Dis house is big asf. And pretty asf. Wish I could live here for a change.
Ain't gotta worry about nun.
I look around while walking up the lil path way. Seeing dis stupid ass doorbell button. Why da fuck is decorated like dat. I'm sure if you look you could see the damn thing with out the decorations.
Anyways I push it and hear it chime inside the house.
Wtf?
Even the ring sound rich. Dear people obsessed or sum?
What eva. The door opening brings me back. Looking at the person that owned shocked da fuck outta me. I'm thinking I finna meet some big ass white boy. But all I see is lil white boy with a bruised face and fear in his eyes.
Dat makes me mad. For some reason. I frown down at him.
"How can I help you?" He asks in this rich feminine voice.
"Here to make a drop." Is all I say.
His eyes gets wide and he nods fast. Dat made him look like a child.
"Come in while I go and get you your money." He tells me.
Stepping inside the house I see it's better than the outside. Gold, white, and blue line the whole hall. A chandelier with gold lining hanging above my head.
"H-here you g-go." That voice brings me back.
I look and see him struggling with a big duffel bag. I chuckle at him. Making him blush. Which is real cute if you ask me. I smirk at him.
"I got it." I say taking the bag from him.
He bends down and slides the other one to a different room. The living room I think.
And let me tell dat ass ain't flat. I thought about going up and hitting it. But I chose not to.
When he came back his cheeks were dis pretty rosy color. I smiled at him. Then I seen the bruise again.
"Who did that to your face?" I asked.
He just looked at me. I mugged tha fuck outta dude.
"Answer my fuckin question." I growled out.
He jumped back a little. His lip started to tremble. I admit it was a lil sexy but I ain't got time fo dat right now.
"I fell when I was coming down the stairs." He stuttered through all dat.
Do I look stupid or sum? Ain't think so. I gave him a hard look.
"I'm not gone ask yo ass again. Who did dat to yo fuckin face?" I growled.
He flinched when he heard me cuss. But I don't fuckin care.
"M-m-my d-dad. Pl-please don't t-tell him. I'll do anything you want. Just don't tell him." He pleads.
And that's how it all started.
