Urban story

B3:Chapter 2

Ashley

"Ok that will be twenty dollars,'' the taxi driver blurted out, snapping me out of me deep thoughts, as we came to a stop.

"Huh" I unintentionally asked as it took me a moment to register in my head to what was said.

"It will be twenty dollars ma'am,'' the little man repeated himself with his thick Afghani accent.

I looked around remembering I didn't have any money on me. I had just left the police station and had to catch a taxi home due to the fact I just got kidnap the night before and I didn't have my car.

"I'm sorry sir I don't have my money on me, I left my wallet in the house. Let me go get it real quick I'll be right back.''

He gave me a suspicious look "I'll go up with you," he said not really trusting me.

I mentally rolled my eyes "Look you don't have to do all that, I'll be right back, stay here," I said jumping out the taxi headed into my apartment building

I got to my apartment and opened the door that was already unlocked. Once I stepped foot through the door I was headed towards the kitchen to grab my wallet where I last saw it but stopped myself when I realize my reflection through the mirror that was by the door once you walk in.

I scanned my eyes over my body that was all banged up. I was a mess, my hair was all over my head, I had bruises everywhere with a busted lip and a blackened eye. My shirt was hanging off my body, ripped with blood stains that were not only mine but the pussies that were responsible for my brother's death. My brother killers.

I couldn't stand having their fluids all over my body so I immediately took off my shirt so I can burn the bitch. I went outside on my balcony and threw my shirt into the barbecue pit. I grab the lighter fluid and the matches that were next to the pit and start spraying lighter fluid all over the shirt. I sat the bottle down then sparked a match, throwing it inside the bbq pit and watched as it rapidly burst into flames.

I walked back into my apartment and was headed to my room to put on another shirt. Once I got to the room I stopped, glancing around the messy space. Shit was everywhere. My things were scattered all over the place with glass shattered over the floor.

My mind began to wonder about the fucked up situation that happened last night between Dwayne and me, then started to wonder how fucked up these last 24 hours have been period. I went to my dresser looking at myself in the mirror.

I was at a very familiar place in my life, staring at a very familiar face through this mirror. Once again I was at a place where I felt broken, hurt, and alone with no one to turn to. The people that I loved and trusted the most was either gone, don't want anything to do with me or stabbed me in the back. I was hurt by it all but what hurt the most was Poppi betrayal once again. By him betraying me felt like it stripped my life away from its core. Felt like I couldn't trust another human being ever in life. Don't even know if I can trust myself.

I began to cry as I continued looking at the bruises soul that was staring back at me. I hated this feeling. I hated feeling broken. I hated feeling alone. I hated feeling like I can't trust. I didn't even know if I can trust my friends. After the little incident that went down with them shit ain't never been the same so I distance myself.

My life was all fucked up once again as I hit rock bottom. I was tired and exhausted with life letting me down and didn't want to deal with it anymore. I plopped myself down on the edge of the bed burying my face in my hands, crying my eyes out.

I looked down at the little pudge that was poking out my stomach. I began to rub my hand on my belly thinking about the little life I had in me. I started to cry even harder.