Thug Cry

On The Run

June 1

There was a loud bang at the door. My mother jumped from her seat. She tip toed over to the window to peek. "Shit" she said to herself quietly. She turned to me and placed her finger on her lips and turned off the lights. I nodded and continued eating quietly. "Veronica it's Mark. The landlord" Mark said from behind the door. She peeked through the peephole as he banged and cursed.

All of a sudden it went quiet. "Damn man time fly by fast" my mother said flicking the lights back on. She sat at the table and placed her head on her hand. Boom!!! I jumped and turned around to see a tall dark man standing with our door wide open. "Veronica. You can't be doing this Shit every month baby" he said taking off his hat. "Look Mark I just- "Aye I've heard that already. I need my money" he bellowed. "Now?" she asked in an innocent voice. "Yeah...NOW" he screamed. "I only have" my mother said pausing as she dug in her bra. "Five hundred" she said pulling it out and handing it to him. He snatched it "I still need my other four hundred" he said putting the money in his pants. He walked over to the couch and threw his feet up on the table.

"Mark?" my mother said quickly shifting her pupil towards me. He stared over in my direction. "Aye what's up Lil man" he said holding his hand out. I left him hanging and stood behind my mom. "What is he? Down Syndrome or what?" Mark asked turning on the television. "Mark that's my son. He ain't retarded. Probably yo ugly ass is" my mother fired back. "Yeah yeah...I don't got all day" he replied. "Aye....."Maurice" my mother said giving me a little push toward him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me next to him. "You hear that?" Mark asked digging in his wallet. I smiled and nodded. "Yeah go get yourself some ice cream while your mother and I talk" he said giving me a dollar. I excitedly ran down stairs into the scorching heat. I placed my hand over my eyes as I walked over to the truck. "How can I help you little man?" the short pot belly caucasian asked. I pointed toward the double chocolate fudge bar.

He walked over to the back shaking the truck as he walk. "Here you go big man" he said as he took the money. I walked back up and turned the knob. It was locked. I sighed and sat next to the door and started eating my ice cream. After I finished eating my ice cream I sat out there for a little longer watching kids play at the near by playground. I heard the sound of the mumbling behind the door and the door open. I jumped up and saw Mark smoking a cigarette and clutching his crotch. He touched me on my chin and walked downstairs. I walked back into my place and saw my mother sitting on the couch. "Baby close that door" she said panting.

~A week later

"Come on baby. Let's get these upstairs" my mother said grabbing the bags from the trunk. I quickly zoomed upstairs. I paused when I saw a yellow paper hanging on the door. My mother placed the bags down and snatched the note off the door. She quickly read the note. "I know this nigga ain't" she said to herself. We barged into the office. "Yo Mark what up with this shit?" my mother asked waving the note. He held up his finger as he talked on the phone. She walked over and slammed the phone. "Yo Veronica what's up with you?" he asked. "This" she said throwing it on his desk. "Oh" he replied chuckling. "This ain't funny" she said trying to keep her calm. "Yo sex might pay yo rent for awhile but it ain't going to pay mine. I'm just doing my job" he replied. "You know what that was a bitch move. We fucked and you just going to fuck me over" she said snatching my hand. I never seen my mother this hot. "Have your stuff out by tomorrow" he bellowed. When we got in the place my mother slammed the door. "This some bullshit. How he just going to do me like this?" she asked pacing back and forth. She went into the room and grabbed a large luggage from under the bed and threw it on the mattress. "Baby grab yo things we going on a trip" she said as she insanely threw her clothes in the luggage.

By the next morning we was standing outside by the office. "Yo you wanna buy some furniture?" my mother repeatedly asked to tenants walking by. Finally one lady said yes. She gave my mom a fair sum amount of money. She placed the luggage in the trunk. As we were driving out she stopped the car. "You bitch" she said launching a stone through the glass. She hopped in the car and sped off. I smiled as we drove on the freeway. My mother looked over at me and burst into laughter. "Baby lets go" my mother said shaking me. We walked into a rest stop. "What will y'all be having?" a waitress said popping her gum. My mother grabbed a menu and ordered. After we ate she filled the car up with gas. "Ooohh my stomach ain't agreeing with me" my mother said running into a bathroom. She came back and drove off. "Baby I don't feel good. I'm going to stop by a gas station" she said pulling up. We barged in and we walked over this aisle filled with tampons, pads, condoms, and etc. My mother threw a box onto the counter. The clerk rung it up and placed it in a bag. "May you watch my son as I" she said pointing to the bag. The lady nodded.