HAZEL
"I had it harder than Laila growing up. The oldest child always has it harder. It's not because we're cursed but being that we're the first born, our parents doesn't know all of the do's and don'ts. Like, for an example, I'm twenty-one and my mom was fifteen when she had me. She was a kid, having a kid. She didn't have all the answers. She didn't have help because my grandma kicked her out for getting in trouble constantly. My papa was in agreement. My mom hung around the wrong crowd and felt she was grown because she was a teen mother." I laughed looking at Ian sitting on the last step of his porch. He didn't say a thing but watched me as if he was trying to calculate where this story was going and why I was here. That's an answer I knew but he didn't but soon he will. "I don't remember anything from the age of me being born till I was three and even at three, I only remember vague memories that either traumatized me or made me smile. My mom moved in with her best friend, Sheryl. Sheryl' s mom raised me basically, her name was Mrs. Jenkins. I loved that woman but she ended up passing when I was four and that was when my mom got pregnant with Laila. My mom and her best friend dropped out of school and turned that house into a trap house basically. I was seeing shit that a kid wasn't suppose to be seeing... they had didn't people in and out of that house."
"Hazel, what does this h--"
"Listen," I snapped at him. "Just listen. My momma didn't notice what was going on and didn't pay me any attention." A heaviness filled my heart as my eyes watered but not once did I let a tear drop. I didn't cry. "I was molested by one of her female friends and her boyfriend." There were details to that but I wasn't ready to open up to what happened and when it happened. "Everyday I wished that my daddy came looking for me but he didn't. Even when my mom got herself together and stopped doing that stuff and hanging out those people, I was eleven and Laila was nine or eight. The damage was done. She might've not been a good mother but she was all we had besides each other. I'm telling you this because I was involved in something bad. I've done some fucked up shit. I didn't have a fucking choice, you know that? I'm in the streets. I've been doing this since I was in middle school and I messed up, bad. Laila doesn't know this but I'm leaving town, I'm going up to North Carolina until I can figure out how I'm going to handle this. One of my exes said he'll let me stay for a few months. My flight is in two more days, on Monday. I'm not here to give you details but I need some money. The streets are dry right now and I can't make any moves because I have someone that wants my head."
Ian stood up as his shadow casted some shade over my face from the beaming sun. There was a frown and a crazed look in his eyes. I could tell he didn't know what to think or to say but once he opened his mouth, I knew this was going to be harder than I thought. "So because you've been through some fucked up shit, you've done some fucked up shit and now you want me to give you some money to run away? You involved yourself in something that could trace back to your mom, sister and little brother. You know how these streets work, B. I ain't trying to help you so these niggas can retaliate and go for your family heads. You need to deal with that and take whatever they got coming from you."
Anger consumed me and my legs started shaking. I was famous for blackmail and that's how I moved in the streets. "You remember what happened last year, in December? I would t--"
"You're one of the most evilest people that I know. I'll give you some bread but after this, leave me alone. I got niggas that can end you but I haven't called them up because I care about your sister. Next time, you don't have my fucking mercy, you little conniving bitch. "
Ian never has disrespected me or anything that had a pussy between they leg's. I didn't care though. I got what I wanted. When this shit blows over, I would come back but for now, I needed to hide.
Yes it's short. I know, I know. I had to do Nas and Hazels POV short because I'm trying to build the plot of their story without rushing it. Now chapters will be longer and more informative.
