Poisoned Innocence - discontinued.

Chapter 2.

                                                                      August.

Ah, the streets. The one place where I could feel safe under pressure, the one place that had a special place in my heart. The place that I loved dearly. This is where I grew up, matter of fact. My father lived on the streets as well, so I guess now you know where I inherit my constant need for drugs. He left the streets years ago, leaving me to tend to his business. I was left to finish his duties, and I was proud to do so. My father could be anywhere at this point. I'm not sure if he's still in Compton, or if he transferred to Atlanta. Either way, I wasn't going to let him down. I was going to finish whatever it was he started.I roamed the streets with nothing but a blunt between my lips. I came here to clear my mind, to just think. And what better place to do that than the streets, where I felt at home. 

"August..." A voice called from the distance. 

I whipped around in shock to see the one person I wasn't expecting to see there. 

"Why are you here?" I groaned, coming face to face with Rhonda. She walked a little closer to me and I noticed a glass bottle in her hand. She was drinking. 

"Give me that." I snatched the alcohol bottle from her hands. "You know you're not supposed to be drinking." I growled through my clenched jaw. I walked over to the curb and dumped out the bottle in a nearby bush. 

"Why are you always so protective over me!" She slurred, tripping over her feet trying to get to me. 

"Just shut up." I grumbled, taking an intake. I let out a puff of smoke in Rhonda's face and smiled as she scrunched up her face and fanned the air in front of her, trying to move the smoke away from her nose. That always irritated her. 

I guess since you're probably wondering, Rhonda is my ex and she's also belongs to the streets. She's practically out here everyday, drinking, smoking and carrying on. On certain occaisions, i'd take her into my apartment because she was drunk, out on the streets and that's not safe. This was just one of those occasions. 

I opened the front door with my free hand and proceeded to carry Rhonda through the front door of my apartment. "Put me down, I can walk myself." Rhonda complained kicking her feet back and fourth, trying to get out of my arms. 

I ignored her request and laid her across the couch in Zonnique's room. Zonnique was laying down on the bed, watching tv, halfway asleep. When she saw who I laid down on the couch she sat up and yawned. "What's Rhonda doing here?" She asked, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands. 

"Always asking questions." Rhonda scoffed, crossing her arms and staring up at the ceiling. 

Zonnique shrugged, licking her lips and looking at me, running her fingers through her hair. "How'd the meeting go?" She smiled. 

I understood Zonnique's curiosity, but sometimes that can be a bit too much. And she does always ask questions, it's annoying as fuck. But I seem to try to put up with it. Sometimes smoking calms me down, and i'm not as rude and rageful as usual. "It went fine, go back to sleep." I rolled my eyes, walking toward the doorway. 

"I wasn't sleeping." She said before I could leave the room. That was another thing. Zonnique always had a mouth, and a smart one at that. Even when she knew I was capable of, she didn't let that stop her. I knew she feared me, but she back-sassed me all the time. 

"Well then take your ass to sleep now." I clenched my jaw together, my hand perched on the door knob. I always felt tetchy towards Zonnique, for the specific reason that she can get ahead of herself at times, and she needed to be put back in place.