"Just go kill yourself!" Mama said as red started to circle her eyes, eyes which are filled with anger. Only tremendous anger. "You are a greedy selfish bitch and you will die in hell. I wish I never had you! I hate you! Get the hell out."
This isn't the first time, and it sure as hell won't be. It all started when I was just 5 years old when I witnessed it happening to my siblings. "YOU WILL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH! How can I have a child who is always so evil and devilish. Oh lord! Jesus save me! What did I ever do to deserve this! Imani. Tonight is the last night, it's either I die or you die."
I ain't no little girl, my outerlook says, but deep down the mounds of anger I feel is under another mound of pain and sorrow. I wish some mama could just hold me. But outside I have to be strong. I look her into the eye, i force my crusted lips up, and smile. The only thing I can do. Threats. Oh those threats. She stay false claiming like she gon do shit, when I well know-
"What the hell!" I scream as the blade looks at my side. I turn my head and see a sharp knife on the fridge, the knife that broke into stainless steel. Inches away from my face. This is my life.
I look back at Mama, whose eyes show many emotions, but one official feeling, rage. I slowly move away from the fridge and towards the stove top, as her furious eyes trace my every step. I open a cupboard from below the stove and pull out the first thing my hand touches, a -- bro foreal , i pulled out a mother frekin spoon. Looking back at Mama I throw the spoon to the other side, distracting her as I run upstairs. This honestly is the usual. I go upstairs, grab my to go bag, grab my phone and my charger, and get my army green pocket pistol, done! As I start to hear heavy footsteps, I run to the balcony inside, jumping and landing on the couch.
"Come here you bastard!" mama yells, giving my answer to leave the house. And this time I won't be coming back.
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Outside
It is cold outside and my stupid ass forgot to bring a jacket. this weird weather. Its been 15 minutes and I have reached the highway. Sitting on the edge, I grab my phone and type, Zaxbys, 'you have 20 more minutes till you reach your destination' google maps reads. As I walk past the speeding cars, I cant help but wonder, should I go back? Being the most known person in town can be a bit weird at times. Mainly because we are shown as the perfect family. My siblings are in college living there bestlife, whereas I am here. We live in a $500k house with a clean cut yard, my mom is a loving caring nurse who pays her bills and gives her family the best phones. But that, my friends, is just what my family wants people to see and believe. In the house, its a different story. I am already 17 and only have one more year of highschool, I mean its already summer and schools out, I have 3 months to go. Is it worth it?
"Hello, may I take you order?" the waitress asks.
"Yea, can I get the traditional wings with a side of grilled cheese, fries, and ranch?"
"Yes ma'am your order is a total of $10.28"
I walk back outside and stuff my togo bag of food into my backpack. Food is scarce, you never eat it all at once. Crap. Where am i even gonna go. Glancing at my phone, I see that it is 11:03 PM. Is it too late to get an uber?
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The Peabody Memphis
I walk back and forth looking at the hotel, its way to expensive so why the mess am I here? I had to think fast because that uber driver, Dave or whatever the hell his name was, was getting touchy and creepy. Frick it. I walk past the hotel and towards the baseball stadium where i plan to sleep for the night, or should I just go to a 24 hour diner and than jus--
A boy bumped past me in a familiar way. I touch my butt pocket, motherfucker.
"Aye, nigga! Turn yo ass around!" I yell at the boy wearing a grayish jacket. He hastily looks back at me before sprinting through the busy rode. Using all the strength in me and the tips I learned from track, I speed behind him getting closer and closer before he reaches a dead end.
"Mane, I told you turn around." I say,
"What you finna do lil girl?" The boy says, sounding my age yet with a deeper voice. Swiftly and quietly I pull out my gun and turn safety off, making sure he hears the click,
"This is what imma do, bitch" I say knowing I have the upper hand here, that was until he turns around pulling out his golden glock and pointing it between my eyes. Damn that is one fine glock. Turning my interest back at the man whom had just mugged me I look at his face. He didn't look fully black but a mix of Hispanic and African american. His hair was a fade of brown- black with loads of curls on top paired with stormy grey eyes and thick full brows. Dang, issa snack. I put my concentration back to the gun.
"Look, lets make a deal mane, give me my wallet, and ill walk away like aint notin happen. If not, imma shot you straight through yo heart and you finna wish you aint neva stole my money." I tell him, making sure he knows the risks. Not gonna lie, ian never really been scared to shoot a nigga. I bet yall think ian gonna do shit. One you've killed before, their aint no going back, its like your heart made of stone. I vowed I wouldn't kill again, but that aint mean i wont at least shoot the dude where he will most likely not die.
"Lil suburban girl, ian know who you think you messin with." he states no fear in his eyes. It was like he felt nothing, just like me. For real mane this some dang karma or sum I mumble to myself before putting safety back off and putting my gun down. As soon as i do that his straight face turns into a side smirk as he takes a couple steps closer putting his gun back into the front of his jeans.
"Here you go lil suburban girl." Damn, his voice is so.... Taking my wallet, i start to look up before realizing he is gone, only to be left in a dead end, as the cold Memphis air blows away.
A/N
Yall I am sorry this was only 1,159 words ill try making them longer.😬
I hope yall enjoyed my first chapter of this book! Do yall think she will see this mysterious afro Latino again?😏
Where my Memphis folks at?! 🤑
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