The Babysitter [ON HOLD]

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Adrienne

14 years old. My mom's gone, and my thanksgiving has been terrible. She died last night due to stage 4 breast cancer. We thought we had more time. The only family I had in Houston was my step-father Clayton MacCrae.

He and my mom met while she was still pregnant with me. My father was supposedly this sick bastard who would only use my mom for sex because he knew she used to lie about her age. I wish that I got a chance to meet him. I have so many questions.

Anyways, my step-father took my mother's death pretty hard. Harder than expected. He acquired all her assets, and to my dismay, he got me. Once my mom died, it's like he saw nothing but black.

He worked as a security guard for the airport here in Houston, but all his morals seemed to have withered away. He didn't want to do anything but get drunk and high. Because of this, we were evicted from our home. That was the absolute worst thing that could've happened in my life.

Lord why didn't I just leave with my grandmother after the funeral

New Year's 2009
I thought everything would've gotten better by now, but who am I kidding. Around Christmas, my step-father and I made a move to his Older brother Sinclear's house. Biggest mistake.

While my step-father was getting high, I found out who he'd gotten his drugs from. Apparently one of the biggest drug dealers in TEXAS just so happen to live in Houston as my sleezy uncle.

The MacCrae brothers were both given the same opportunities. Neither of them did anything with them.

At any rate, when we got there, that's when hell broke lose. We've been staying with my uncle for a good 2 months now making it February. I was coming home from school one day when Sinclear was sitting in his living room rolling up Ls with his most trusted friends.

"Damn Sin who's lil mama over there looking like that?"

"That's my brother's step-daughter"

"Mhm she's gonna be a problem when she glow"

I could just remember all of the inappropriately heinous comments that they made.

Later on that day, I'm upstairs in my room listening to music when a big darkskinned man bursted through my door.

"Sir you're in the wrong room"

"Nahh lil mama. You just who I'm looking for" he said coming closer.

He walked up to me and flipped me over on my back while I still laid on my bed. He started kissing on my neck and I instantly started to cry.

"AHHHHH !!!! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME"

"BITCH SHUT YO HOE ASS UP AND TAKE WHAT I'M ABOUT TO GIVE YOU" with that, he slapped me across my face.

"NO PLEASE DON'T DO THIS. PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!" I screamed as loud as I could.

He began slapping me again until someone shot him clean through the middle of his head leaving a dead body laying on top of me.

When I saw who shot him, I was surprised to see Clayton. We wouldn't even be in this mess if it wasn't for him.

He came and removed the body, and I went to get in the shower. Shortly after the water started hitting my body, I heard the door burst open.

"Who's that? The bathroom is being occupied." I said. The. Sinclear appeared in front of me pulling the shower curtain down.

"Damn little mama. I think you finna be a problem now." he said biting on his lips. "What was that nutass stunt you pulled stopping my money Addy? Huh. YOU TRYNNA COME BETWEEN ME AND MY MONEY BITCH" he said with rage in his eyes. I just screamed. At this point, I wanted to give up, but I kept fighting.

"Please! SINCLEAR PLEASE don't do this!" Once I said that. I heard the door break down, and my stepfather came to my rescue yet again.

He pulled the gun from his side one more time, and he shot his own brother. Cold. Dead. Completely gone.

After about 45 minutes, I was sitting in the living room just thinking about everything that occurred earlier. Mid thought, my stepfather came downstairs.

"Hey A. I wanna talk to you about something."

"Shoot. No pun intended."

"Uhm with everything that's happened to your mother, I would expect for me to be the best father figure I can be to you. I've failed you on so many levels. You've become impoverished, and almost gotten raped twice on my watch. I am so sorry I keep failing you. So here, I want you to take this." He said handing me $5,000.

"Dad. What am I supposed to do with all of this money." I asked seriously. That was the first time i've ever used that word because that was the first time it was real, and I think we both felt that.

"It's all the money I have left from your trust and the money your mother left for you. I used some of it on my own bad habits, but this is what's left and I want you to have it. But this also comes with a price."

"I'm listening"

"I want you to take this money and go pack your bags. I'm gonna drive you to the airport, and I want you to buy a ticket for a plane on the first thing outta here to Compton. I know you didn't want to ever have to live with your grandmother, but that's what it's come to. You have to do this for me. Please."

I thought about it, but at this point, I had no choice. I had to go be with my grandmother, and that was okay with me. "Well where are you gonna go?" I questioned him.

"To a rehab. I need a 360 on my life. I can't put myself through this any longer, and I need to rebrand myself. I need to get better." he said as tears filled his eyes. "Go get your stuff ready." and with that he got up and wiped his face. He left to go sit in the car. "Be ready in 30 minutes because the plane leaves in 2 hours. We aren't too far from the airport, so you should be good"

I hurried to the room that was once mine, and even though it was for a short period of time, I had a bittersweet feeling.

Goodbye Texas, Hello California.
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I know I keep starting books, but I find inspiration in so many things. I have another book idea, but I'm gonna finish these 3 first. Sorry.