"Deja?"
"Jasmine?"
Mercedes and her dad looked at us, confusion settled on their faces as we walked to one another and embraced for what seemed like ever.
"Jas you know this bitch?!" Mercedes asked me as she stared in disbelief.
Deja and I pulled back from one another both with tears in our eyes.
"Jasmine I've missed you! So much!" She exclaimed to me as if we were the only two there.
"I missed you too! So much! You don't know half of what I've been through since you left!" I told her with tears streaming down my face. "Why would you leave me? Why didn't you come back for me?" I had so many questions that had went unanswered for years and when I saw Deja's face, they all instantly resurfaced.
"Jas this ain't no fucking family reunion!" Mercedes blurted out suddenly. "This bitch left you when you needed her most. She's not your family, I am! You think she ever told my dad about you? You think she ever said I have a little sister who needs me? And if my dad did know about you and didn't come for you he's a worst piece of shit than I thought!" Mercedes screamed. "My dad broke up our family that you were apart of for your sister that left you! Fuck them Jasmine lets go!" Mercedes commanded as she walked to her car. She stood in the door way of her car waiting for me to follow suit. I looked at her and then back at Deja as her eyes fell silent. Walking away with tears in my eyes, I got in the car and Mercedes pulled off. We drove the whole way back in silence and when we walked in the house, her mom was passed out on the couch with a bottle in her hand. I had never seen her in such a manner. Me and Mercedes went in our rooms and tha next morning when I awoke, I had a txt from an unknown number.
"I got your number from Myles. Can we please meet up so we can have lunch? I really missed you and need to talk to you..."
Knowing it was Deja, I read the message over and over before putting my phone down and walking to check on Mercedes. When I got to her room, she was sitting on the bed, smoking"
"You okay?" I asked with concern. She said nothing as she passed me the L.
"Shouldn't we be smoking outside?" I asked her in fear of her mom coming in and catching us.
"Fuck that. Shit, my mom probably come in and smoke with us" Mercedes exclaimed. We smoked in silence before Mercedes climbed back in bed and hid under the covers. I closed her room door behind me. Walking back to my room, I contemplated texting Deja back. I mean, everything that Mercedes had said was true. She never came back for me. But, I needed to know why. I told her to meet me after school and she agreed to come get me. I didn't know if I should tell Mercedes about meeting with my sister. I knew she would be against it but I really needed closure as to why she didn't come back for me. I decided to keep it to myself until I got what I needed from Deja.
The next day when I got up for school, Mercedes was still in bed.
"Mercedes are you coming to school?"
"Fuck school..." she replied back hastily and in a low tone, not once looking at me.
"I'm not going to school today but I'll drop you off & pick you up. I'll just kick it with Black until you get out" she told me. This was my first day back at school in weeks & I was hoping I had Mercedes there by my side but it worked out for me because I didn't want her to know that I was meeting with my sister.
"Okay, I'll let you know when I'm ready because I'm going to stay after school and do some make up work."
The school day seemed to drag as I waited for the end of the day. I had never been so anxious in my life. As soon as the bell rung, I was out the front door waiting for Deja to pull up. My heart beat a mile a minute and when she pulled up, it felt like it was about to jump out of my chest. She pulled up in a silver Range Rover and as she pulled to the curb, all eyes were on me. When I got in, there was a card on the front seat that had my name written on it.
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I Know You Can't Speak
General FictionPhysical and sexual abuse towards children is an issue that is often overlooked. Most children don't speak up and some children can't speak up to talk about what is being done to them. 37% of American children are reported to Child Protective Servi...
