Family Pains with bad company

back in the day

Dad's
Pov
I seen the prettiest lady walking down the street Thing was her name was around these parts bad. Aaliyah was her name she had the reputation of using smack(dope). She was kicking it with the old head's. She was around 15 or 16 but looked like a beautiful young lady. I wasn't a kid that hung on the block. My grandmother didn't or wouldn't even allow me to conduct myself like that. I think if she found out I was crushing on Aaliyah. That would send her to her grave early. She knows all about this girl and her parents. Grandmother always said them Smith's ain't no good. I never questioned why she said that. Lord why Aaliyah have to be so beautiful? I couldn't help but look her way. She passed me before she caught my gaze I looked down the street. At the guys playing B-ball Never wanted to join. I guess you can call me the stoop kid.

Mom's
Pov
Growing up in a home where I seen my mother get beaten by my father every night. I barely was home she didn't want to leave the old man. She said love like she had for my father. Wouldn't allow her to leave but bruises marked her body. Like she was ink to a paper I hated him with every breath in me. Heading to OG house I was tired of being home. I needed my escape I needed my high I didn't want to feel at the moment or no time soon. Walking past the old head's whistling at me made me feel good for some reason. It's always this one guy he's around my age. I always catch him staring but I never say anything to him. It's something about him that makes me warm inside. When he looks at me it's a look I never felt before. Like he's trying to read me.

Walking up to og house was a lot of druggies outside.

Random crackhead: you got some smack on you liyah? He says scratching at himself like he had fleas.

me: no I don't and if I did I wouldn't give yo begging ass none. I say walking up the stairs past him.

Knocking on the door I hated it. He had butt naked hoes that came to the door didn't give a damn. They be so beautiful but doped up walking around his place like zombies. He was the king in our neighborhood.

OG: Pat who the hell at my door? I hear him scream from the next room.

The woman Pat: that little ass girl... I guess she back for her next high.

She says shutting the door behind me Walking past me she was just shaped so perfect I couldn't help. Glance at her back side it was just out there in the way. Walking in his living room there we're about three other woman. Just as naked as the first that opened the door.

OG: I need y'all hoes to vacate the room. He said cuing them to get up in leave the room.
They followed his orders without back talk the room was clear within seconds. He cued me to sit right next to him. I really didn't want to not because I didn't want to sit by him. Just the thought of me sitting in someone lady juice's had my skin crawling.

OG: when you gone stop playing and let me get a taste of that sweet pussy again? He said leaning back on the couch. Letting his robe unravel a little to expose his boxers.

Me: I just came for some smack that's it. Remembering last time I was here he let me try some new stuff that hit the streets. And I was so high high wasn't the word to use. I woke up to him giving me head. I didn't know how to feel I was so out of it. He had a woman sucking on each one of my breast. I came so many times I don't know if it was do to the drugs. Or I was really enjoying myself I truly didn't know.

OG : you not gone get high here? He says looking at me with a smile like he was up to something.

Me: no I just want to buy the product an leave. I say getting irritated and annoyed.  Him seeing I was ready to leave just gave me my dope I paid him and was going to find a place to get my high on. I didn't know it was dark outside once I opened the door. It was quite outside walking back down the street I seen that same guy something told me to speak so I did.

Me: what's your name? I say sitting on the stoop beside him.

Him: Joe. He said looking at me confused.
Me: I see you staring sometimes so I wanted to Know your name. I say playing with my finger nails.

Joe: I don't be staring. He said blushing scratching his head.
We sat on his stoop for hours and talked I don't know if I ever talked to someone my age he asked me how old I was I just turned 15 I told him I asked him his he was 16 he was so shy I loved it his grandmother came outside and almost had a heart attack when she seen us together talking

Grandmother: Joe why in the hell you got this girl on my stoop. She said folding her arms giving me a dirty look.

Joe: mother I....I....I was just talking to the girl that's it. he says looking at me then back at her
Grandmother: she's bad business boy how many times I got to put that in you head. She says slamming the door.

Joe: I'm sorry about that my grandmother can be protective over me. He says looking down at his shoes.

Me: it's alright I understand my reputation isn't the best. I said with my head hanging down in shame. It wasn't no secret I was on drugs on the block. Parents refused for their children to be around me. I understood but if only they knew why this was my ascape from my reality.

Joe: hey don't do that. He says lifting my head up by my chin.

Me: do what?

Joe: put your head down this is just a storm love. You'll get through it I know you will. He says wiping the tears that started to fall down my face. It was getting late so he went in and I went home. To think about our talk on that stoop.