Boondocks: The Hood Edition

The Less You Know...The Better

(A/N: WARNING!! There's some graphic content in this chapter. If you guys get uncomfortable reading certain scenes, just skip them or just don't read the chapter😬)

             Girl in the media is now April! (Yea, I decided to change her☺️)

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Jazmine's POV~

Hell. That's what life feels like as of right now. I haven't seen mom since the other day. Just when I thought things were finally going right, life craps on me again. Dad didn't even notice that I didn't go to school today.

Caesar hasn't been answering his phone and April thinks it's her fault. I've been listening to her talk over the phone for hours now about it, spacing in and out.

"You still there?" I hear. I shake my head of my thoughts, blinking a few times, forgetting she was even on the phone again. "Yea," I mumble, sitting up in my bed sighing. "So anyways.." she starts again.

My memories are like a blessing and a curse. The more my memories float in and out, the more happier and sad I get. Maybe the less I know, the more better it is for me.

"Anyways, imma call you back girl. My stepmom needs me to go to the store for her real quick."

"Okay," I mumble. "Talk to you later."

"Alright, bye Jazzy." She hangs up.

I sit there in thought as a memory surfaces at the nickname, Jazzy.

"Jazzy, dis bitch got me fucked up. I'm gon hurt her ass-"

"Cindy, calm down. I'm sure she didn't mean to step on your shoes." I try calming her down.

"Nah, man. These shoes are special to me. You brought dem foe me and yous special. So dat makes these shoes special. Dat bitch stepped on em. So she basically disrespected chu!" She gets heated up again.

I snap out of it, laying back onto my bed. I wonder if I seen her again, what would she say. How would she look? Would she even remember me?

Caesar's POV~

"I don't know shit about that nigga, except that he's my sisters father and my moms boyfriend..soon to be ex."

"And you're being completely honest with me?"

"Why the fuck would I lie?"

"You got a potty mouth, lil nigga."

"And you fucked up for bringing lil ole me out here in the wilderness to question me about dis nigga dat hit my moms." My face gets warm as I begin to think about it.

"He hit Macy?"

I look at him strangely. He knows my name and my moms name. I wonder how much does this guy really know about me. "How you know—"

"The less you know...the better." He sighs, sitting back.

I lean forward, resting my arms on my knees. "Who are you?" I question anyways. He sighs, standing up. "You don't fuckin listen." He mumbles, walkin towards the entrance.

"Well what am I supposed to tell my mom, who has been wondering where her son has been for almost two days?" I stand up, keeping my distance from this man.