From Nothing to Something(on hold)

Chapter 4

HANIAH POV

School was over and my classes seem pretty chill. Mikayla Finesse is in all my classes 😒 . Marissa has lunch, 2nd, 5th, and 7th with me. Keyshawn has all of my classes except for 6th. Those are the only people I noticed. Today was good so far, I know that will change when I arrive at my front door.

I started my journey to my house since Marissa was riding with Deontae. I put my pink earbuds in and jammed to Drunk in Love minding my own business. I was singing aloud not caring if the people in China could hear me.

HONK HONK

I was interrupted by a camero's horn. I ignored it and kept walking and singing. I could see the camero slowing down turning to the curb I was on. I sped up my pace but not to much to where you could notice.

HONK HOOOOOONK

The car sang again like I didn't hear that loud ass shit the first time. I turned around quickly and squinted my eyes trying to see who was sitting in the front seat. The window let down slowly as I heard a familiar voice.

"Need a lift ma ?" The person behind the steering wheel asked.

I stared mad hard but I still couldn't figure out who it was.

"Nah Im good." I replied while turning around and continuing to walk.

"You sure?" The person said as they drove up next to me. I turned my head and as I was about to speak I noticed that it was Keyshawn. There is NO WAY I was going to let him take me to that nasty old raggedy house of mine and let him see what I sleep in every night. He would probably be disgusted and never talk or look at me again. He is mad rich and I am mad poor, I know he doesnt associate with people like me.

"Thanks but no thanks." I flashed a smile and kept walking hoping he would say okay and keep going, but of course he didn't.

"It's about to start raining come on I don't want you out here in the rain walking by yourself especially," he said leaning on his door while looking up at the sky.

Dang. I didnt want to walk in the rain but maybe ill make it home in time if I sprint.

"I'll make it in time."

"Niah, please?" he pouted. Omgee he remembers my name !

I thought for a minute then hesitantly accepted his offer. I would tell him to stop a few blocks before he got to my house. I walked over to the other side of the car then got in.

"Thank you beautiful." he winked as I shut the door and put on my seat belt.

I sat in the seat and stared out the window a little uncomfortable at the awkward silence. It was broken by his voice.

"So, why didnt you want a ride?" he looked at me and asked.

"Oh uhm I just dont get in the car with strangers that pull up to me when I'm walking." I answered truthfully looking back at him .

"I'm not a stranger," he smiled showing his pearly whites.

"I know thats why I'm in the car now," I said making him smirk, "oh stop right here." I unbuckled my seat belt waiting for him to stop the car.

"Why am I stopping right here? Your house is like three blocks away. Are you obsessed with walking or some shit?" He said confused making me chuckle a bit.

"How do you know where i live..?" I asked mad lost.

"Remember in 2nd grade when my mom brought you home." I remembered that day. Thats when my mom never came and picked me up from school because she was to busy having men getting in-between her legs. So, Mrs.Jackson took me home.

"Oh yeah.." I put my head down in shame.

5 MINUTES LATER

We were pulling up in my driveway. I thought he would be disgusted, but he didnt seem to care about my house. I was getting out the car when he said,

"Can i take you out sometime?" he asked hold my wrist giving me puppy dog eyes.

"Uhh I'll think about it." I smiled as I got out of the car. "thanks for the ride Keyshawn. See you around school." and with that , that was the end of having a good day.

After he pulled off I slowly walked up to the doorstep and took a couple of deep breaths. I grabbed the doorknob , twisted it, and pushed it open. I turned on the light and couldn't believe my eyes.

This wasn't one of those days where I walk in and see my mom having sex, giving head, taking pills, smoking, or striping. This was different. This sight did not make me want to barf all of my insides out or wish I would've came home later. This was a sight that no child wants to see. A sight that makes me want to drop to my knees and ask why. A sight where your heart wants to stop and you want to cry. A sight that makes you wish you could go back in time and have a better relationship with the bloody person who is lying down dead right in front of you..