Fallin' For The Realest: July's Heart

July

"Kara, I think I might need to stay at your house," I tried to explain, as I began to panic as we sat in the front of my house.
"July, just sneak back in the same way you snuck out," She responded but I wasn't trying to hear that.
"Man, Kara, I'm scared."
"Bitch, stop playing, the longer you sit out here, the higher the chances are for her to catch you. You can just call me though if you need me." It was funny that she said that after having me out all night. She was the reason why I snuck out in the first place.
"Ok, wish me luck," I sighed as I got out of the car and made my way to the back side of the house. Taking a deep breath, I climbed up the wooden ladder and prayed as I made my way up.
Finally, reaching my window, I tried to slide it up. Fuck, I almost cried when the window would not go up. I knew she was going to come into my room and see that I wasn't there. Sliding down, I sat on the top of the roof trying to figure out what I was going to do. I could call Kara and have her pick me back up but no matter what I was still going to have to face my mother.
Standing to my feet, I walked back over to the ladder and made my way down it one final time. The fear that I felt as I made my way to the front of the house was making me weak at the knees.
Just knock on the door, July, I told myself as I raised my hand up and balled it into a fist. Knocking on the brown wooden door, I held my breath as I waited for my mother to come and open the door.
"Oh, look who the fuck it is," My mother seethed as she looked at me with evil eyes.
"Mom, can you just let me in? I'm sorry." I apologized because that was the only thing I knew to do. The only words I could cough up and say.
"So, you want me to let your grown ass in my house after you been out doing God knows what. Nah, you not coming up in here where I pay the bills at, at damn near three in the morning. I don't even do that type of shit." She hissed as she stood in front of me with a thin gown on and a bonnet on her head.
"But mom," I began to plead but she wasn't moved by my whining or the pouty lip and teary eyes.
"Save it July. Take yo hot ass back to where ever you came from," She then slammed the door in my face.
"Mom, don't do this. Let me in," I banged on the door, hoping that for once she would actually have a heart, but she didn't. She ignored my continuous banging on the door.
Finally stopping because the side of my hand was aching from banging so hard, I slid down the door and began to cry. I just, for the life of me, couldn't understand why my own mother was so hard on me.
Not knowing what else to do, I got up and began to walk down the street. Taking my phone out of my purse, I called Kara to let her know that my mother had locked me out the house and wouldn't let me in.
"Hey Kara, can you come and get me? I'm walking down my street," I explained to her as I tried to fight back the tears.
"You serious yo? So, she wouldn't let you in July?" Kara asked, sounding shocked.
"Nope, I'll tell you about it once you pick me up," I replied as I quickly wiped away the tears that began to fall.
"Man, this is so fucked up. I'm turning around July. Don't continue walking. It's already late as fuck. I should have just listened to you. I'm sorry." Kara began to apologize but truthfully, she couldn't blame herself. Who would actually think that somebody's mother would lock them out and not let them in at all? She could have at least let me in and grounded me or something but no. She basically said fuck me.
"Ok, I'll be on my front porch," I told her then hung up the phone. Turning back around, I cried the whole time I walked back to my house. My fucking feelings were hurt, and my mom didn't care. It was obvious she didn't give a damn about me.
Once reaching the front of my house, I walked up on the porch and sat on the bottom step as I looked up at the stars and the moon.
After sitting outside for a good ten to fifteen minutes, Kara was pulling back up, honking her horn at me. I looked up and she gave me a faint smile before she got out of her car.
"Come here, best friend, everything will be ok," She reassured me as she gave me this big bear hug.
"I hope so," I sadly responded as I laid my head on her shoulder.
"Well, let's get in the car and head over to my house. I already told my dad you were coming. Not like he cares anyway." She smiled, and I forced a smile back at her.
It was crazy that my own friend's parent was welcoming me in and here my mother was, kicking me out as if I came back six months pregnant.
Running my hands through my hair, I followed behind Kara as we got inside of her car. Even though I had enjoyed myself, regret began to consume me. All I could think about was how I should have stayed in the house and obeyed my mother.
****
After arriving at Kara's house, we stayed up a good two extra hours talking and even laughing at everything that had happened. We then ended up taking showers and finally crashing which explained why our tired asses were just now waking up at damn near twelve in the afternoon. That nightlife had worn us the fuck out and I didn't think I wanted to do that shit again for a while. I was not about that life at all. Hell, I was still tired and from the looks of it so was Kara because she was still knocked out, with slobber coming out of her mouth as she drooled on her pillow.
Easing out of her full-size bed, I went over to my black purse and got my phone out of it. Trying to click it on is when I realized it was dead, so I went over and unplugged Kara's phone and placed mine on the charger.
As I placed her phone back down on the nightstand beside her bed, she had a message come in and since I didn't want to be up by myself that gave me a perfect reason to wake her up. I nudged her just a little hoping that she would wake up.
"No, dad, let me sleep a little longer. I know it's school today," she began to talk in her sleep and I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Kara, wake up. You know we don't have school. You trippen," I laughed as I shook her harder.
"Girl, what? Why are you waking me up?" She asked in a sleepy tone as she rubbed her eyes and turned over on her side.
"Here, your phone was going off," I then handed her phone to her and got back in bed.
Watching her sit up, she began to check all her notifications.
"Bitch, I don't even know who this is?" She giggled. "I gave my number out to too many people last night."
Laughing my ass off, Kara wasn't lying at all. She had played hard to get but she gave her number to half of the niggas that had asked her for it.
"Well, find out," I told her as she began to peck away at the screen of her phone. As she sat there going through her phone, my iPhone began to vibrate against the nightstand, letting me know that it had powered back on.
Climbing out of Kara's bed, I went over to my phone and even though my mother was wrong about how she did me last night, I still felt the need to call her. Going through my contact log, I hit her name and listened as the phone began to ring. It continued to ring until it finally went to voicemail. Shaking my head, I hung up the phone and didn't even worry about calling her again. There was no reason for her not to answer because I knew for sure she wasn't at work. She was a caregiver at a nursing home and she had never worked on Sundays because she had told her job that she needed it off for religious reasons and surprisingly they gave her Sundays off.
"Who were you calling? Your mom?" Kara asked me, as she looked up from her phone.
"Yeah," I bawled as I laid across Kara's bed. It was just so fucked up.
"Look, July, stop crying. Everything will be ok. You can just kick it here until she stops being a bitch. I'm pretty sure my dad won't mind," Kara rubbed my back while I laid there in my feelings.
"I know, Kara, but I don't want to be a burden," I trembled as I tried to wrap my mind around my mother's actions. All because I snuck out.
"July. It's ok. I promise," She reassured me, and I gave her a faint smile as I laid there quiet. I was drowning in my thoughts. I needed answers. I wanted to have a better relationship with my mother but that didn't seem like it was going to happen.
"Well, let's go find something to eat downstairs so we can talk about who is texting me," She smirked, as she threw her covers back and climbed out of her bed.
Forcing myself up, me and Kara brushed our teeth and did our morning hygiene. I was thankful that Kara had an extra toothbrush and was able to give me some clothes to put on last night after I got out of the shower. The last thing I wanted was to be walking around her dad's house in some skimpy shorts.
"Girl, remember that boy who number I got as we were getting ready to leave? Well, he wants to take me out on a date already." She looked up at me, I guess waiting for me to say something.
"Ok...And what did you say?" I asked before I stuffed a spoon full of Frosted Flakes into my mouth.
"I haven't said anything. I don't want to just go out with him and leave you here July."
"Kara, I will be fine. I promise. I can do what I normally do when I'm at home locked away in my room. Read or watch YouTube." I explained but she looked at me and rolled her eyes.
"But you not at home and you are not going to sit in the house while I'm out. You can come with me. Ya know? Just in case that nigga crazy or some shit." She laughed but I didn't find anything funny about what she had just said.
"Naw, you can go have your fun. Just text me with your address just in case you need me to call the cops," I snickered but I was serious.
"Oh, my God, July. You are coming. Matter fact, I am about to ask him if he got a friend for you and if he doesn't then I am not going either," She shrugged as she got up, placed her bowl in the sink and began to type on her phone.
"Seriously, Kara?"
"Yes, Seriously. Now, come on so we can find you something to wear because if I know this nigga like I think I do. He is going to find a friend," She said boastfully.
Huffing, I took one more big bite of my cereal before I got up and placed the bowl in the sink and followed behind Kara.