Boondocks: The Hood Edition

Mannequin

(A/N: jus a heads up, this chapter is fully Jazmine's POV. You guys should enjoy it😌 I enjoyed writing it☺️) P.s~ I made it hella long since I ain't been updating like I should be😬☺️)

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Jazmine's POV~

"Tell me again what happened."

"She's pregnant, April and it's not my dads. I don't how many more times I gotta repeat it for you." I sigh, ready to drop the conversation. After I told April everything that happened, she's been staring at me in disbelief.

"I can't believe it." She mumbles.

"Me either but it's the truth. I wonder who this mystery guy is that she's been cheating on daddy with.." I stare off in thought. "Whoever the mystery guy is..I feel kinda sorry for him. He gotta be a terrible person to go and get a married women pregnant." April mumbles.

I sigh, feeling heavy on the inside. "No. My mom is the guilty one in this...even though her and my dad have been having problems they're still married." I mumble, glancing around the car. A gasp escapes from my lips as my eyes land on April's wrist.

She looks startled, pulling her selves down. "April...you cut?" I reluctantly question in disbelief. This hurts my heart.

She sighs, starting out of her window. "Look at me." I demand. She slowly turns to me, gulping. "Yea, so and it's nun of yo business." She defends, getting angry. It was at least five cuts. Deep red as if they were fresh.

I stare at her in shock. This isn't like April. "I'm not who you think I am and no I don't have no perfect life or no bullshit like that so you can stop staring at me like that, okay?." She huffs. I blow out hot air, looking away.

I've never seen this side to her before. "I'm sorry.." I mumble. I hear her sigh then take her keys out of the ignition. "Hey," she calls. I turn to her, sighing. A smirk creeps to her face as if she jus realized something good. Confusion plasters on my own.

"My step mom has alcohol..and I know where she keeps it." She says, just a above a whisper. Alcohol? I've never had alcohol before. I shake my head. "Alcohol damages your liver and causes long-term issues if you get addicted...besides I'm just fourteen." I tell her with cringed eyebrows.

She smacks her teeth. "Girl, are you tryin to relieve some of that stress of yours or not?" She stares at me, awaiting for an answer. Relieving some of this stress sounds wonderful as heck. After thinking about what happened on Friday to Huey leaving and never wanting to see me again, to my parents, to my mom being pregnant....maybe I do need a drink.

I press my lips in a tight line, deeply thinking on it one more good time...Then nod my head yes. "Okay," I give in. "Just this once." I tell her, personally promising it to myself.

We got out the car and walked quietly in the house since April didn't want Caesar to see her cause apparently she was supposed to lend him her car..and it's 2am in the morning now. We were sitting in her car for a long time. She let me cry on her shoulder and listen to me rant. I still didn't tell her about the episode that happened with my history teacher. I don't think I'll ever tell anyone about that. I just hope it never happens again and that I'll forget about it.

I'm actually very thankful that she's in my life right now. I definitely needed that shoulder to cry on.

After we get settled in her room, she leaves to go find the alcohol. Her room is huge. Bigger than mines for sure.

I sit on her huge bed, taking in the vanilla scent. It doesn't seem like she's in here very often. It's super clean. I glance over the few pictures that she has in here of her and who I'm guessing is her father. He looks familiar. I think I've seen him before.