TOO LATE. (Urban Teen Fiction)

Chapter 2 Exposure

See my past isn't squeaky clean I just got out of Juvy two weeks ago for that indecent.

I spent eleven months in there out of the eighteen that was charged to me for good behavior.

My mom visited me all the time telling me that once I get out she was taking this nursing job that her boss wanted to transfer her too for her promotion or some shit like that.

She kept reminding me of it but never told me the whole time I was locked up that it required us to move.

Her explanation of it was that we needed a fresh start where I could let go of what happened.

I pretty much did besides the nightmares that would wake me at night replaying the incident.

I kind of got used to it and no longer cared, but I can't tell my mom that cause she would try to have me see a therapist again.

I have seen therapist before regarding my anger but it was nothing any of them could do to help me.

I wasn't much of a open person unless I trusted you and that was hard to do.

I didn't have many friends cause I stayed to myself or I ended up fighting them cause they made fun of me and my mom's, or they just pushed the wrong buttons.

Me and my mom finished unloading the truck of the little items we did have, since she left everything behind to the man I shot, cause my whole time locked up he was in the hospital and she moved out of his place into an extended stay.

So she just stayed there saving up money until I got out moving us here to California.

She bought all new furniture that was to be delivered tomorrow and set up.

She took her car off the hitch we had and we drove to get something to eat for the night.

"Where do you want to go baby".

"I don't know", I replied as she pulled up to a place called Wattaburger. "What the heck is this I asked".

"I'm not sure but there open so let's eat I'm starving".

I was too but this place was nothing like home. We sat there eating outside as cars drove by.

"Baby I love you".

"I love you too momma".

"I'm so sorry".

"Mom it's ok I did what I did you don't have to continue apologizing for my actions".

"I know baby but it's my fault".

I couldn't say anything else as I got up to throw our trash away. The car ride home was quiet as I starred out the window.

Arriving back home there were police everywhere. Momma pulled into the one car garage we had attached and headed into the house through the kitchen.

I quickly run to the front door opening it standing on the porch. All the neighbors were out watching what was going on, so I sure didn't mind being nosey myself.

As I stood there I could see the cops carrying a man in handcuffs to the squad car, a feeling all to familiar. There was lots of screaming, yelling and crying coming from the house they carried the man from.

Then I see Travis coming down the street walking onto his porch next door to mines.

"Hey he spoke".

I ignored hoping he would leave me alone, but no that only invited him to climb off his porch climbing onto mine's.

"What's up I'm T from earlier".

"I know who you are, what do you want I replied".

"Nothing I just saw you over here".

I kept my focus on what was going on, and trying not to pay him any attention.

Then I saw this girl come out of the action house with some booty shorts on and a tank top. Her ass was phat for days in those shorts and her titties were nice from what I can see.

T walks in front of me, "oh that's Jasmine". 

"Jasmine", I replied.

"Oh so now you can talk nigga".

"Man fuck you I ain't ask you to come over here, but since you did thanks for the info", I replied walking up on him.

"Dre cut it out", my mom yelled walking up on the door opening it or you can bring your ass in the house.

Just then the girl turns around looking in my direction. I can see on her face that she had been crying so I turned around purposely shouldering T as I walked past him heading into the house slamming the door.