zara. (BWWM)

3.

Jax

I pull into school at about 6:15 and turn off my jet black Ferrari. I hear arguing and I look out my window to see a couple arguing across the street. "You don't even care anymore!" , the woman yelled. "Stop yelling at me bitch!" , the man yelled louder. I became saddened as a childhood memory flooded my mind.

Flashback

11:54 pm.
I woke up to the sound of crying and yelling downstairs. I cautiously and quietly walk down the steps wearing my Spongebob Squarepants onesie as I stop at the bottom to watch. "James stop!", my mom cried in the corner as my dad inched closer and closer to her. "You're gonna learn today bitch!", my father yelled, his words laced with venom. "I didn't cheat on you James!", she exclaimed as she covered her head with her arms. He slapped her and kicked her and threw punches at her left and right, breaking almost every bone in her body. He left bruises everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I had enough. I ran down the stairs and attempted to push my father away from my mom. The least he did was stumble back a few feet. I drop to my knees trying to help my mom get up, but I get pulled off the ground and thrown across the room. As I hit the wall, I felt my shoulder pop out of place. I let out a yelp as my shoulder impacted the wall. I open my eyes and watched the blood drip from every open hole on my mother's face as she struggled to stand up and walk out of the house. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my dad walking towards her as he grabbed her by the waist and slammed her on the tile floor. "Dad stop!", I yell from the corner. He didn't stop, instead he hurled even more punches at her face and her head. Even harder. What's going on? I thought to myself. They would argue sometimes and yell but they would never go this far. I was defenseless, I couldn't do anything to help. I was only 7. So I snuck out of the house for the first time "Success" I thought to myself. I got out of the driveway and Usain Bolt'd across the street over to my neighbors house. My heart racing as ever second passed. Hurry up, he's gonna kill her. I rang the doorbell rapidly until she came to the door, irritation written all over her spa mask face. she looked a mess. "My dad's hurting my mom.", I yelled as tears trailed down my cheeks. She let out a gasp as she pulled me in the house and slammed the front door. She called 911 and my mom got carried out on a gurney. I look up at one of the nurses, and ask "Is my mommy gonna be ok?" She opens her mouth to say something but she stops herself. "Is she ?" I ask again. "I'm not sure kiddo.", she says as she gives me a sympathetic smile.

My mom died on the way to the hospital. The doctors said her skull was fractured and her brain collapsed due to the buildup of pressure in her skull. She was completely brain dead. I didn't  even say goodbye to her and tell her I loved her. It's all my fault, I didn't do anything to stop my dad from hitting her. I cried for two months straight. I had to live with Ms. Francis until my older brother left the Army. My dad got out of prison on good behavior 3 years after he was convicted. For murder. And domestic violence.
He went to prison for murder and domestic violence charges. Crazy .
God knows what he's doing now, because I haven't seen him in years.

I let out a sigh as a single tear trailed down my face. I wipe the tear and pull my weed and my Marlboro cigarettes out of my jacket pocket . Blunt or cigarette? Blunt or cigarette? If I smoke a cigarette, I'll smell of smoke when I get into the school. But, if I smoke a blunt, I'll be high and smell of weed, so someone's going to snitch and I'll go to jail. Cigarette it is. I pulled out my lighter and connected it to my cigarette. I hop out of the car because I don't want my car to smell of smoke. I don't care if smoking is prohibited on campus, F*ck the rules . Inhale, blow, inhale, blow, inhale, blow. After a while, I decide to go rouge and smoke my blunt. I'll just spray some cologne on before I get into school. If I'm still thinking bad thoughts, then the cigarettes aren't strong enough. I place the weed into the rolling paper and roll it up, licking the paper to make sure the paper stick together. I hotbox (search it up) for almost half and hour until I realize it's almost time for 1st period. Now I have the munchies. I reverse out of the parking lot and head towards the nearest gas station. I purchase a bag of Chester's hot fries & a bottle of water and head towards the door. I drive back to school and arrive for first period at 6:36 . "You're late Anderson." , Mr. Washington complains. "Yea obviously I know.", I reply with a straight face. I hear laughter and chuckling around the room. I walk down the aisle to my desk, dapping up my life-long friend Ryan as I sit down. I'm ready for class to be over with so I can go home. Not even five minutes later, some black chick walks in. Everybody's focus shifts to her and she becomes visibly tense. She's kinda cute, but she's not my type. I don't date black chicks, they're mean and ratchet. I like blondes with beach waves. But relationships aren't really my thing anyway. Mainly because I fear I'm going to act out like my dad and hurt somebody I love. "Well, it's looks like you're not the only one that's late for class today.", Mr. Washington says, eyeballing me. Boy, I'll slap that toupée off your shiny head so quick. "I had a difficult time finding the office." she says. Why's her voice so shaky? "Please introduce yourself to the class." , Mr. Wig-wearer requests with that perverted smile of his. "Uh , I'm uh, Zara.", she says quietly looking towards the floor. Cute name. Someone in the corner of the room yells "We can't hear you.", and everyone, including me, starts laughing.
"Have a seat Ms." he hesitates and take a look at her schedule, "Brown" "She sure is brown, burnt brown!" , Ryan yelled from the back of the room. Everybody starts laughing as I dap him up. "Alright class settle down." Mr Washington yells, annoyed. Why am I laughing? This weed got to me so quick, I don't even know what I'm doing. Zara let out a sigh, I thought she was going to do a lot worse, since black girls usually always fight. As she walks down the aisle to her to the seat behind me, Ryan nudges me and whispers, " Trip her, dude." with a devilish grin. Me being high, I don't process the repercussions of my future actions but I do it anyway. I stick out my foot and her sandal connects with my combat boot. She almost falls to the floor, and I let out a very soft gasp. She caught herself though. "Excuse you!", she yelled down at me. Who does she think she's talking to ? She continues down the aisle and sits down behind me. I look back at her for about 2 seconds before she looks up at me and her eyes meet mine. She's alright, I'll put that out there. I hope she doesn't see the red in my eyes and snitch on me. We stay like this for about 3 seconds. There she goes tensing up again. What's up with that ? I think to myself until the teachers says "Turn around Anderson." Huh? I think to myself as I continue to stare into her brown almond eyes. What did she do next? She stuck her polished middle finger up at me with a straight face. How dare she ?, I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes and turned around. I turned back around again and sent her a wink just to mess with her. "Alright alright , where was I? Oh yes, your project." , he says, as the students in the room let out a groan. Ugh I hate projects. "I know, it's so fun!" , he replies with a sarcastic smile . Shut the hell up , corny ass, I think to myself. "Anyway, for your beginning-of-the-year project , you simply have to write an essay about your partner . Write about who they are , what they wanna do after high school, what you think about them . Go in depth , get to know them." , he explains. Ew, I hate interaction even more. "Oh and I will be assigning partners!" , he says . Everyone except for Ms. Rosa Parks back here lets out a groan. Mr. Wig-wearer starts assigning partner and everyone starts moving around to get to their partners desks. I put my head on the desk and begin to doze off until I hear my name being called. "Zara Brown and Jax Anderson, maybe you guys can continue gazing to each other's eyes after class.",he says, trying to conceal his laughter.
Shut up, ole sloppy bodied ass.

This will definitely be,
interesting.

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