I walked up the steps to my house quietly hoping not to get in trouble by Ricky, my step father. A middle aged Hispanic man who stood about 6'3 and had a man bun. I slid my key in ever so quietly cracking the door open first before opening it all the way. I sighed once I got in leaning my head on the door like it was the hardest task in the world. I turned around to be met with a hard connection to the cheek, my head rebounded onto the front door feeling a throbbing sensation afterwards.
"Why were you late?" He bellowed staring me coldly in my eyes, but I avoided contact.
"I had a 2 hour detention after school and-"
"But you knew you had to pick up Jayvier from pre-K." He said his eyes becoming dark as he got closer to me to the point I could feel his breathing.
I drew a deep breath swallowing the lump in my throat.
"I'm sorry I just couldn't keep missing my dets or the minutes would get longe-" I cut myself off when I saw the hand by his side rise again but he stopped when javier came down the stairs.
"Daddy when's dinner ready?" He questioned. His eyes lit up when he saw me and so did mine, once again, he saved me.
"Mommy!" He said pushing past Ricky and hugging my legs. I smiled picking him up and tickling him.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't pick you up today jay." I said ruffing his fade pouting.
"It's ok." He beamed, still happy.
"Mommy will make it up to you by making your favourite, macaroni!" Ricky butted In eyeing me.
"Yayyy, come mommy I wanna show you what I did today." He said pulling my arm into the living room. As I passed Ricky he quickly whispered in my ear with his evil smirk.
"Your going to make it up to me aswell Jordan ."
I was led into the living room and sat on the couch as Jayvier raced to my side with his nike book bag.
He pulled out his math sheet that he did for classwork.
I scanned over the division questions which for a 6 year old is really advanced.
"wow jay, your a smart boy." I said truthfully. He smiled at me showing his missing tooth.
Jayvier was so handsome. He had his fathers blue eyes and caramel skin, with my freckles nose and dimples. I ran my fingers over his waves that he looks after like their his baby.
"You have a football tournament coming up son don't you?"
He nodded.
"The great Cristiano Ronaldo is going to be watching, he's going to pick 1 boy who he going to invest in for a career and give him a scholarship for a football academy in London." His eyes lit up.
"Yeah you've been practicing with daddy though right."
"Uhuh everyday after school we practice in the park."
"Yeah, Ronaldo will be watching your grades too so stay smart and you got this." I said poking the side of his head.
"I'll get started on dinner, start your homework and ask me if you need help." I said getting up
"Yes ma'am."
"But before you ask me what you going to do?"
"Attempt it." He said proudly.
"How do you spell attempt?" I questioned.
"A-T-E-M-P-T" his lips twisted as he thought.
"That's wrong, attempt has two tees, remember that I'm going to ask you again." I said getting the pot out.
"I will."
He ran up the stairs doing what I hope was homework. I got out the ingredients when I heard a presence walk through the door.
"Next week is Jayvier's big game where Ronaldo will be watching."
"I know he told me about i-" He said leaning on the table I turned around and he was looking right at me.
"Did I say I was finished?" He asked rhetorically.
"Sorry." I put my head down turning back to the stove.
"Your coming." He demanded.
"When is it?" I questioned.
"Friday at 12pm."
There was a silence whilst I thought of how to tell him.
"I can't come." I said lowly.
"You will come."
"I can't, I'm 18 I have important exams coming up that will determine my career I can't keep missing school." I defended.
"YOUR 18 WITH A CHILD YOUR LIFE IS OVER!" He bellowed slamming his hands down the table. I tensed up a bit mentally telling myself off for getting him mad.
He was right though.
At 13 years old he raped me. 9 months later out popped Jayvier. I've been grinding ever since,from stealing pampers to hijacking empty strollers. I've been hustling from young and up until this day he still abuses me every way possible.i don't have any friends nor family. I used to have a sister, but I wouldn't even consider her as that anymore. I don't even know where my life went so wrong. Ever since father died it's been straight nonstop hell.
