"I sprouted from the concrete like a beautiful red rose.., walking down a street full of brown and tan folk doing their daily activities to survive, a few sprawled out laying against brick walls dying slowly from an addiction, i just avert my eyes bringing my head down watching my nikes hit cracked pavement my dim flickering halo suspended above my head."
"My family excepted the blunt reality and lies preached to us by 'the man', stirring themselves into violence, drugs and poverty. I guess they didn't see the light like i did"
"I may seem all well and together for a 17 year old but i have to be able to take care of myself"
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
The bell rings as i pull open the bullet-proof door to my go-to corner store walking through walking slowly through the aisles glancing up spotting the cashier watching me from the angled corner mirrors. Grabs a few now-and-laters, and a gallon of water before walking up to the counter placing them down asking for a grape swisher, before handing him a crisp $5 out of my pocket.
"Five dollars", a middle age cashier says tapping on the counter as he watches the monitor full of camera screens not giving me one glance as i slide the money onto the counter.
I leave my receipt and take my bag going on my way back down the broken pavement passing dealers and prostitutes, making it home.
As i venture into my neighborhood i raise my head again looking ahead pushing a curl behind my ear before i hear a voice break the silence in my head.
"Hey, lil mama commere", chills go down my spine instant fear filling my body as i his smooth calm voice fills my ears, i instantly speed up my walking pace keeping my gaze forward as it blurs, i hear footsteps approaching me as i glance back quickly.
"Oh so we runnin', i like a chase" , he says licking his lips following my frame closely with his eyes before i start to appear farther and farther into the distance.
Just before he catches up with me i cut through an alley way making it into my house, my chest rising and falling quickly as i try to catch my breath leaning on a locked door.
"Damn!?"., i swear under my breath looking around my empty house.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Now if your wondering why the hell someone is following me through allies and shit, just stay tf tune bihh.
YOU ARE READING
Trap $eason
RomansaThis Intriguing Story Line Is Based On The Story Of a Black Teenage Girl Named Nicky, Based On a True Story. Characters, Settings, and Dates Are Altered To Protect Their True Identities. This Story Contains Abrasive and Very Mature Content, If You C...
