Single Father

Single Father: Leaving For Good

Mia

"Get up!"

My eyes pinched open slowly as the sight of a tall, heavyset man pulled me to my feet from my small cot on the ground and slugged my hands behind my back.

"What are you doing! Get off me!" I twisted my arms away, trying to slip from his grip, but he held me with tight force.

I was able to identify his facial features and titled my head back in anger. It was Jim, one of Big Daddy's main workers. For a second I had thought, someone was finally here to save me from this place. This hell hole. But no, just another Bill Cosby acting worker.

"The boss wants to see you." He pushed me into the hallway as I allowed myself to tremble from the rancid smell of the hallway. I blinked as the dim light cascaded on me and tried my best to regain my strength.

There was no way in hell I was going to be forced back into Big Daddy's room without putting up a fight.

"Walk faster!" Jim pushed me forward.

"Let me go!" I whined as he tightened his grip and urged me to walk faster.

"Don't argue with me." He lifts his dark glasses further up his nose and continues to monitor me as I walk down the dark hallway.

I've been stuck in this hell hole for more years than I can remember. But today is the day I finally get to leave. The day I finally get set free.

"I can't breathe!" I yelled in pain, falling to the ground.

Jim caught my arm and held me back up.

"I ain't falling for your shit, get the fuck up!"

I gripped my neck tight and fell to the ground again, this time positioning myself to where Jim would have to bend down to pick me up.

"Get the fuck up!" Jim boomed reaching down to grab my arm. In a split second I used my foot to kick the back of his calves, sending him stumbling to the ground.

"Dead leg nigga!" I yelled, fisting him in his stomach with my foot, causing Jim to flinch his eyes in pain, laying there on the ground.

Beads of sweat dripped down my forehead as I ran along the long, endless hallway.

I needed to get out of here. This life isn't for me anymore. It wasn't even my life. It was a life I had been forced into.

I came to sudden holt as I approached a door door knob of a small conceited room and opened it.

"You scared me!" Jasmine sat up rubbing her eyes, which were full of panic and fatigue.

She was sleeping on a small cot on the ground and running her fingers through her shoulder length aburn hair. I knew she was about bombard me with loads of questions but I didn't have time. I had to get out of here.

"What the fuck are you doing? It's five o' clock in the morning, our shift doesn't star until seven?" she asked.

I willingly ignored the question and ran past her and grabbed an empty duffel bag in the corner, stuffing all my belongings into it.

"No more shifts for me...ever." I stated rapidly, stuffing a shirt into the bag.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm getting the fuck out of here. That's what it means. I'm tired of this bullshit, Jazz, you should be too." I answered, stuffing more bundles of clothing into my bag.