Siemba ; Unwritten

Five

Lotus

In the course of one week I've managed to have a close bond with Angelo, and not talk to Howard. I have this thing where I've been sitting and thinking about the same five people all week... Most importantly... Siemba... I miss him like crazy. I'ts going on just about six months since we've spoken... And all I've got are my memories... Kennedy... and my journal...

I'm in bed just staring at nothing. Nothing at all, yet, I've seen everything... Within my lap, all that's here is my journal and cell phone. Constant messages popping up the more I choose to ignore everything going on at the moment. It's everyone I don't wanna' speak too at the moment. Just for time to myself, really. I dig into my purse that's on the ground beneath my feet hoping for an ink pen and find myself get lucky.. The pen released a beautiful baby blue ink once pressed to the paper.. I end up letting my mind rumble as I write about everything.

The Beginning :

Seventh grade... The year two important friendships were made... mine of course. Kennedy... then Siemba... Kennedy is born and raised in Detroit along with her best friend Siemba... from attending the same school until the ages of 10, the pair never recieved what a regular person would consider ''The Life.''... Spending the night over one another's house, the two would ride to school together... dancing in their seats on the way to and on the way home from school. The two had a ball. They'd go home and dance and flip off any and everything... doing anything to stay away from the man with the bottle.

The man with the bottle.

The man with the bottle.

The man with the bottle.

Sitting there on the couch with a 4-4 on waist and the bottle in hand. Drunk...

Drink. Drink it all up and be happy. Drink it all up and forget everything. And never say sorry.

Bottles and bottles stacked up in cabinets and trash bags. Bottles everywhere. More bottles than food. Who needs food when you wanna be drunk and not give a fuck right? Get drunk and get what you want. Get drunk and do what you want. Get drunk and forget everything you want.

Getting drunk is even more important than hoes... I, personally, thought everyone needs pussy once in a while.

But pussy ain't more important than getting drunk.

Make the kids come in. Make the kids sleep. Sleep for school the next day.

Fuck a bath.

Because the man with the bottle doesn't care. That bitch drunk. Fuck he gotta care about kids for?... Yet, he fails to remember... The boy is his.

Don't give a fuck about the boy. Don't love the boy. Tell the boy you don't want him. Fuck being his daddy.

But the boy cannot be with Kennedy at night...So he says.

Sneaking for securities the two shared the same twin bed until the age of eight. Holding one another incase The Man comes in after he's done with the bottle. The bottle made drastic changes. The boy is beaten every night. The boy suffers for the littlest of things... every night. And every night... The boy takes it like the man he never even knew he could be.

Then the boy realizes he isn't the only target.... Kennedy also has something the man with the bottle would love to take... over... and over again... Her Innocence...

And once all possible physical damage could be made... the two took what they learned how to use from the man best. Weapons. Hide his guns in the walls. Keep the pocket knives on you at all times. Sleep in the same bed. Watch your own and the other's back.

All the necessary qualities of living with the man with the bottle.

In school, the two still watched over one another like guardians. Fuck up anybody tryina' pull shit. Slap around fuck boys and bash the bullying bitches who never had shit better to do. Everything with the two made sense if you were one of the people who knew.

People like Me... Who know it all..

The day they made a change is the night the word inseperable became an understatement for the two... After dancing and dancing out in the yard. The two came in and were in for a rude awakening...

The boy was beaten. Fingers broken. Arm broken. Wrist broken.

The horror...

Bruises and weps everywhere... Yet, he was still strong for Kennedy. The little girl hiding in the closet until the man with the bottle was passed out on the couch.

He managed to get up and get Kennedy a shower and into bed along with himself before the man woke up... only to hear him yelling at her.

''Where's Siemba now?! Huh?! He can't always save you! Where's Siemba when you need him?!'' he shouted as he tried to get her pants down... only to find a kicking and screaming Kennedy pull out her pocket knife and stab him. Right between his legs.

But that wasn't-

My phone began to ring for the fifth time and I realize it's been Howard, Angelo, and Amir calling... I answer with an attitude.

''What?!''

''Aye BabyGirl chill out. You ain't spoke to a nigga all week.'' Angelo spoke into the phone.

''BestFriend what you doing? Can't let a nigga know you ain't dead or some shit though bro?'' Amir spoke out into the phone... I realized they're all together at the moment... I could hear them calling me as I only thought of one person.

''Where's Howard...?''

''You avoidin' me, Ma?'' I finally calmed at his voice... His soothing slang was music to my ears.

''No, Babes... I just needed time...''

''Time from me?'' Howard asked bewildered.

''No Baby... time for myself. Time for me to process everything and branch out to my new surroundings. I'm fine now though baby.''

''Alright.. One of us coming by tonight... Baby Girl you gone be at the crib?'' Angelo chimed in.

''No Lo, I'm going out with Kennedy and Marissa tonight...''

''Nope... WE going out tonight.'' The three spoke into the phone...

''Alright, be here at 8. I'm gonna' start getting ready by then.''

''Aight Blue, we there soon.''

''Bye loves...'' and then I hung up only to read the messages from the guys.

'Lo : Where you been ? I had fun... Thank you for Hearing me BabyGirl .

BESTFRIEND : Bae where you beeennnnnn ?! A real nigga miss you ! I'm coming thru soon.

BESTFRIEND : Talk to me bro you got a nigga worried .

Baby : Ma', You ready to talk now ? Cause I'm ready to talk.

Before I could reply, I dosed off..