The next day, I found my self in all white car with many shopping bags. Mommy and I had just came back from a glamorous shopping spree. We spent our time in expensive stores only for the wealthy.
Mommy and I drove for a very long time at a very slow rate. I can recall see a few tears coming from my Mommy's eyes during the ride. It felt like an eternity. Watching all the pretty houses pass by.
We somehow ended up in a decent neighborhood. For lower middle class it seemed.
We pulled into a tar driveway. My mommy seemed to be very reluctant about whatever she was about to do and wherever we were. She soon unbuckled me form the backseat of the car and we were greeted by a cheerful middle aged woman who ran to me and slowly knelled in front of me.
"So this is her?" Her smile was bright and wide.
"Yeah" Mommy's voice was cracking. She turned me around and used her head to grab my chin, making me look her in the eyes.
"Mommy loves you Avery, no matter what. Remember that, okay?"
Yes, Ma'm." She turned around, sobs escaping her mouth.
"Coming sweetie" the woman said grabbing my mother.
"Shirley! Bring the little bitch already!" the man sounded at least 60 . I already had him pictured in my head. Old, and wrinkled. Grey head. Possibly a oxygen tank by his old chair.
My mom and I were led into a house. It was up kept with Christian religious pieces everywhere. Looked just like your typical great grandmother's house. We were fed muffins and iced tea in the kitchen. I passed the old man voice. He fitted my exact descriptions. Well, he didn't have an oxygen tank, and could walk and looked about 40. But everything else was the same. He was going back and forth outside, each time coming in with more of the bags from the car.
The man came into the kitchen eyeing my mother and me.
"Mommy's got to go now, ok." Tears soon filled my eyes as I looked to my mother.
"No!" as said as a ran to my mother who was now getting up and going towards the foyer. I was surprised and even more upset when my small body was being lifted by my left arm and my feet lifted from the ground. The man had me in his hand and also possessed a scowl on his face as well.
"Shut the fuck up, little bitch!" I was squirming in his arms and called out to my mommy in high pitches.
My mother just left not looking back.
My chest filled with emotions a six-year-old should not have. I was angry, no, FURIOUS that she had left.
And not once looked back to save me! She said she loved me!
I hater her! All the hate I could possess in my young body was for her!
That hate had plenty of time to settle over the years. In my years with the couple I learned whose names were May and Mittel, I learned to survive on my on.
May was a kind hearted woman who took care of almost everyone in the neighborhood. She loved them and they loved her. The only one who did'nt seem to love her back was the one who was actually supposed to, her husband Mittel.
Mittel was bitter. He was a war veteran and had tough skin. Everyone was scared of Mittel. I had learned that over the years. The few friends that I had never wanted to spend the night at my house just because of him.
Speaking of over the years, I hadn't seen my mother since that day she left and nor did I care. She didn't need me so I sure as hell didn't need her.
But one person I that I seemed to bump into a lot was Villain, who I learned possessed the name Salamon. He was long time friends with my principal and teachers. Since I stayed after school alot, I saw him plenty. I always stayed my distance and decided to keep it that way.I was only 13 but, had my future planned for me already.
I wanted to go to a prep school just so I can skip the first two years of college. Then I wanted to finish my last two years, get my degree open a boutique for the under privileged and eventually a black hair care corporation and beauty supply chain, one of the first or very few.
May always kept me focused, but Mittel always kept me down. I just didn't understand why though. He hated me form the jump and I just want to know why. I hate for people to hate me. Especially since he's one of my guardians. May was family and your family is my family.
Anyway during this time I was just finishing up my 8th grade year at Gwendolyn Brooks Middle School. Home of the Warriors! I was happy I made it this far. I had learned that i did'nt live in the greatest neighbor hood, just a nice block.
I thought I was going to be happy. That was until I found out the real death of my daddy.
it was three days until ,my graduation. i was so ecstatic that I kept trying on my cap and gown. On one of my trips I heard them talking.They were speaking low, but I could still understand.
"The bitch has been dead for dead for 7 years! Now they want to reopen the case!"
"To think Maurice been dead for 7 years! Now they want to reopen the case. 3 shot to the head didnt kill him. I worked my ass off reconstructed his scar tissue to make it look 10 years old. Fuck this!
I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe it so much i quickly dropped my cap and gown in shock. I hurriedly scooped it up and skipped to my room. i closed the door extremely quick, hoping they didn't hear me.
Soon foot steps. Then knocks . Then the door opened. Some looking. Closed Door. Back down the stairs.
I held my head on the side of the stairs after getting my body up along the bed.
I was going to get revenge for my Daddy, I mean I didn't have enough evidence but enough anger to plot. I already had a plan in mind.
Revenge was gonna be sweet, almost too sweet.
