Sins Of A City Girl

I Got Yours, If You Got Mine

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Giselle

Adrenaline: increase of heart rate...blood pressure sky high...expanding of the air passages in my lungs

As I watched Eli speed and rush through traffic, a spark was ignited deep inside of me. All night and day, I mentally prepared myself for this moment. This moment...right here...right now! My blood was coursing through my veins and the need to react was playing over and over in my head.

He told me to call Starr, so that he could tell Gio something. He couldn't just ask his car to call him and say whatever he said to say. Nothing was making any type of sense. His choice of words to Gio about our ride being bumpy...if anything it was his fault!

I figured something wasn't right. I knew he wouldn't drive like a madman unless he was trying to avoid the inevitable. The whole time I looked through his rearview mirror and I would catch a glimpse of the cars tailing us. If my father taught me anything, it was to be cautious of my surroundings.

Glendale Reid was born and raised in the city of Kingston, Jamaica. He dealt with a hard life...losing friends and loved ones due to gang violence. It was so bad that once he was old enough to work, he got my grandmother and aunt safely out of the city.

My father kept in contact with a pen-pal, he met that lived in the states. His name was Gabriel Valentine. He was able to gain my family's U.S. citizenships and help my father get on his feet. My grandmother and aunt opened their own restaurant serving Jamaican Cuisine, while my father decided to join the military. He went to serve in the medical wards to help out injured soldiers. They sent him to Japan for 3 years, where he met and fell in love with my mother.

Haruna Kobe was a 22-year old mathematical genius. My mother was so in tune with knowledge and her studies, I still don't know exactly how she met my father. But either way, they fell in love and dated while he was in Japan. He stayed there until it was time to come back to the states and along came my mother. Years later, they got married and you know the rest.

My father always believed in self-defense and holding your own. I was taught at a young age how to handle multiple weapons as my father was raised to fight for his life. He still carried that mentality of the streets in Kingston and always worried of his surroundings. So, I studied how to aim properly, combat moves and putting a gun back together. My training was rigorous in my teens as by day I was a normal high school student, dance team captain and volleyball legend...at night, I was basically trained to kill.

I never carried around a gun as I was still nervous. I didn't want to get caught with police since my gun license wasn't valid. Mr. Valentine got my father and I certified to carry arms. I don't know how he did it, but I didn't ask any questions.

Now, back to the present...

Eli began weaving in and out of traffic. He constantly looked over his shoulder checking to see what they were up to. I sank myself deeper into my seat bracing for some type of impact. I thought they were gonna smash into the back of his car, but instead they were making their way beside him. Whomever was after Eli meant business...they wanted him gone.

Eli looked at me...constantly taking deep breaths. I knew he was about to give me the details of what was unfolding before me. A shootout. He mentioned about the cars following us and how he's trying to get us to safety.

I went back to position in my seat, coming up with any and every type of scenario that could happen. Everything that my father taught me about survival started to kick in. I became someone that only came out around him. A warrior. The Jamaican blood that flowed through my veins was coursing thick.