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I squinted my eyes, realizing this girl laying on the ground before me was familiar.
I watch as the sun beamed down on her smooth brown skin. Then it dawned on me who she was.
"Marge." I shook my head at even the thought of that woman's name. How could a person practically neglect something they created.
I kneeled down, lightly tapping Shorty, but she ain't budge. "Mama. I suggest you get off the ground, you gone have hella marks on your skin when you get up off this gravel." I whispered to her, still she didn't move.
I shook her body a little more aggressively, making her flinch. "WHAT THE FU-." She looked up at me, realizing I had stopped at her house earlier. "What do you want?" She lowered her voice, wiping the sweat that beaded on her forehead.
"Well, first and foremost, you laying on the ground and shit, acting like you don't know where the hell you at. And I guess I'd be responsible if something happened to you, since I am standing here witnessing this shit."
"Well, I'm good." She turned her head away from me. I knew for a fact that she'd been having a fucked up life, but since the shit was partially my fault, who would I be if I didn't help?
"Come on, I ain't finna leave you like this, you coming with me." I attempted to grab her and help her stand to her feet, but she snatched her hand back. "Did you not here me when I said I was good?" She rolled her eyes at me.
"Look, good or not, which we both know what's really up, you still coming with me." I told her, and there was really no arguing with me. I scooped her body into my arms, bridal style, carrying her over to my ride.
She attempted to open the car door, but I quickly locked it and made sure to put the child lock on, so I knew she wouldn't try no jumping out the car shit.
"You better be lucky I don't have a fucking phone! This is kidnap." She said making me chuckle.
"Look mama, no disrespect, but I know wherever I take you, will be way more decent than where you came from. So please, sit back and enjoy the ride." I looked over to see her pouting with her arms folded.
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about." She yelled as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
I blame myself for this shit. Marge wasn't always an addict, in fact she had a stable job, and was taking care of herself as well as her daughter. She just got mixed up with the wrong people and started using. I was against even selling to her at first, knowing she had a life ahead of her, but she insisted, and I came to the point where I felt like money is money.
"Why me?" She threw her head back on the head rest, as her tears turned into sobs and her breathing got heavier. "I never disrespected my mother, I was a good daughter. What did I do that was so wrong that she found more love in a drug, than her own daughter?" She cried.
"I never caught your name." I spoke up, breaking her from the mini breakdown she was having.
"Delilah." She said softly. I noticed the goosebumps covering her arms, and turned the air up, so she could be comfortable.
"Well, Dee. If I can call you that..."
"It's fine." She smiled.
"Dee, it ain't your fault. We all go through things that we sometimes blame on what we could have done differently, but that ain't the case. You beautiful ma. Your mom just going through some shit that ain't easy. Keep your head up. You ain't gotta worry about that hurt no more." I reached over, picking her head up.
She looked over at me, with hope in her eyes. I didn't want to let her down. Even though I barely knew her, I felt like I owed her a favor.
