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HOODED LOVE
CHAPTER 1: The Neighbourhood – I’m afraid
~ When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might take my place
Your too mean, I don’t like you, fuck you anyway
You make me wanna scream, at the top of my lungs
It hurts but I won’t fight you
You suck anyway
You make me wanna die, right when I… ~
My taxi twisted and turned through the neighbourhood, the deeper I went the smaller and grimmer the houses got. Children loitered in the streets and hung in gangs on their bikes, playing adults, they seemed to enjoy waiting until the taxi was a few feet away from them until they stepped swiftly out of its path. They peered through the window at me as if sizing up the new meat.
I want to go home and I haven’t even reached my god mothers house yet.
When the taxi driver pulled into an even smaller street which was lined with garage looking houses and the corner filled with young men with baggy trousers and heavily made up girls. He stopped outside a house which was faded blue and looked as if it once had been lighter and most of the paint was not peeling off, the beaded blinds where parted and a faces peered through the dusty glass at me. I shrank in my seat, wishing I could disappear.
It was one thing moving to a different country but having to live with a stranger was way out of my comfort zone. I held the memory of my parents smiling at me in my head and a tear slipped out but I wiped it away quickly.
A tapping on my window made me jump.
“Are you gonna get out or what?” The taxi driver grumbled at me.
I struggled out the car and slung my bag over my shoulder and saw that he had already put my bags on the pavement, the rugged man turned to me and held out his hand. I looked down at it in confusion, wondering what on earth he wanted.
“A tip lady” He mumbled uncomfortably but not enough so to be afraid to ask.
My eyes widened at the request, I forgot how big America was on tipping and I wasn’t ready for the man to just expect it.
“I um-” I didn’t have any money on me and wasn’t sure how to tell the man this let alone that I couldn’t tip him.
“Señor!” A woman came out of the house to my rescue. “This is my god daughter, she just moved here from England” She told him as if this was a reasonable answer.
Obviously it was because he grunted and gave a nod.
“This should cover it” She handed him some green notes and he was in his chipped yellow taxi and off without another word. How charming.
“You must be Ruth” The tanned skinned woman smiled warmly at me.
“Yes Miss” I answered awkwardly, unsure how to speak to this unfamiliar woman.
“Oh, call me Maria” You could hear her strong Spanish tongue as she spoke. “I haven’t seen you since you were a pequeño niño”
I wasn’t sure what she said but didn’t really feel like asking. I just let her lead me into the house.
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