This is My Goodbye... (Interracial)

2- No Air

Its been 2 days since i left home, walked the streets, and got mugged, and i am starving. Last night i finished all my food and it Was officially... 2 pm and i havent eaten. When life hits you like this, you gotta do what you gotta do.

Walking past B.B Kings Blue I walk in. Seeing everybody busy i discreetly make my way into the kitchen. The cooks are all busy making wings and shit that they cant see me, its like im only air passing through. I grab a plate and throw it into my onld zaxbys box and slowly walk away heading for the back where they keep all the trash and start speeding a bit. Once its safe for me to walk, i put my hood up and sit on a secluded bench.

Flashback

"NOBODY LOVES YOU! I HATE YOU! YOU ARE WORTH NOTHING! GO BE A SLUT SOMEONE ELSE!" mama yells. I try to get her to understand that I am not lying. Mamma dont you love me, dosent she know that i would never lie about this. When will she finally love me.

"Please stop, i didnt do nothin." i say calm and collective. Thinking back on what happend earlier

"shut up bïtčh." Uncle Martin yells

"Mane I said stop, crazy ass!" I try to get out of his hold but he grips my arm tightly showing he wont let go. He takes me by my neck and pushes me to the wall making the pain vibrate through every bone in my body. My breaths are ridgid as i feel my body faling. I try with all my stregbth to puch, kick, or get him off me.

"You see," he starts, his breath reeking with alcohol, "When I ask you to bring me my shit, you bring it. Got it?" He abruptly lets go, giving me a strong push. Anger flows through my veins as he turns his back to me and starts to walk away. No, he dosent get to just go and feel no pain. I Fist up my hand and tap his shoulder for him to turn around. With my strength i punch him straight in the jaw. Mama already beats me and I cant do notin so I will not let this nigga get nothing back. Taken be surprise, I begin to see a similar anger start to surround his eyes. Just like mamas.

"You finna wish you didnt lay a hand on me, child." He growls. "YOU WANNA HIT ME? GO AHEAD YOU B*TCH. YOU WONT DO SHIT! GO AHEAD! HIT ME!" he screams.

Without giving me a chance to reply he pushes me harshly and i fall to the ground. He starts to kick me in my abdomen. He than reaches down and takes my hands putting them over my head with one hand as he takes his right hand and slaps me repeadtly. His ring makes a sharp cut on my lower lip. Hot tears stream down my face. His breathing is rigid and tired as he stops hitting me. Standing up straight and brushing himself, he spits on me. Like im trash. Just like mama says.

Run. That is all my brain told me to do. I went past the piles of aunties and cousins and past the bbq and fruit. I run as my family looks at me like im crazy. I run away until my feet feel like their flying on hair. Hot fat tears stream down my eyes and anger takes over as i stop in an empty field and collapse while screaming. Not the scream that i do when frighted. The scream when you spill your guts out and feel your worst demons come out. Like a stream of pain flowing out like an angry volcano. I continue like that for hours until dark comes and mosquitoes start biting my arms. i get up and stair at the sun set. The colors that look happy. The world around me is glad  as familys sing in their cars, and dogs are looking wild and fee. And here i am, wishing i had half of what the get on the daily. I need something to take the edge off. To make me forget what happened. I know exactly where.

I enter the club showing my fake ID and smile brightly. Older men, horny older men roam the room as they eye the strippers. The dance floor is full of sweat, alcohol, and week old weed(ewww). I look around and see a man sitting in the booth eyeing his drink. I walk towards him moving my hips. He looks at me and smirks showing off pearly whites.

"Hey, you look lonely." I say. "Need some company?"

"I wouldn't mind actually." He replies, He smells like the woods, and his voice is deep and mysterious.

He takes me by my hand and leads me to the dance floor. What am i doing. What am i doing. What am i doing. Wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. I bend down and start to move my hips like never before. i throw my hands up and mess with my hair. What am i doing. What am i doing. What am i doing. What am i doing.

The music is loud and my heart thumps loudly. I swiftly turn around and tell him im going to get some shots before walking back to the bar.

"Flamin' Beaver." I ask the bartender, knowing this is a bad decision.
(A/N if u don't know know flamin beaver is a whiskey shot 🥃)

That was not a good night for me. I look back at mama hoping she understands that Im not just coming home drunk because Im some crazy teen, its because her brother beat me, yet looking at her face, she couldn't give more than a sh*t about what happens to me. After all I was a mistake.

End of flashback

I woke up wondering where the heck I was and remembered I was still in Memphis. I get up from the hard bench and wiggle my back to release tension. I look at my phone to see what time it was... 7:46 pm.

Shit, it was late.

I get up and start to walk. It's been 3 days. What am I really doing. How long will I even survive out here. Does mama even care?

I glance at my phone messages to see if mama had texted.

No missed calls nor texts. Well now I know her true colors.

I stop outside a near bar and sit there as I get lost into my thoughts. Will mama ever love me?

Rubins POV

"Dije que lo cuides o de lo contrario desearías que nunca hubieras nacido, entiéndelo!(I said take care of it or else your gonna wish you were never born, understand!?)" I yelled before hanging up the phone frustrated.

Trust me I never wanted this life. I needed it. I lived in the ghettos of Memphis, with my mom and two little sisters.My mama couldn't speak english and didn't make enough income to support one person. Along with that my non existent father who i have never meant. So who do you think has to support the family? Right, me.

If i'm being entirely honest, the job wasn't what I planned for. A stupid accident wrote my name onto a bloody contract. When I was just 14, I stole this big mans wallet, or what you would call murse, man purse. Hoping to find money all that was in there was id cards, burner phones, a flash drive, and hmmm, lets just say illegal drugs. Being stupid and not knowing that when you mug a dude you don't just stand in the middle of the street, the dude dragged me to his white van and started shooting questions at me.

He told me that i saw something I shouldn't have and in order to survive, I would have to spend the rest of my life to help him and his friends deal. And from then on they treated me like family, but i know for sure that they sure as hell wouldn't die for me. These men are sneaky as hell, plotting to turn against their gang just for the praise of Carnel, the drug lord.

"Rubin get your ass over here!" Yelled Carnel, how ironic.

"Yes sir"

"I have a job for you." He says while rolling a blunt. "You know Victor Rashel," I nod as he continues, "That bastard hasn't payed my fucking money, you know why make a deal when you know you cant fulfill your damn promise. I told him 3 times which is past my fucking limit." He stops rolling the blunt. "Now he has to pay." After sealing it he takes out his lighter and starts to smoke. As he blows out the smoke gets into my nose. Damn that is not the cheap kind.

He continues on, "So what we are gonna do is take something every father loves, his daughter." He throws me a red folder with a name printed in bold letters and a picture under it.

Imani Rashel

Why do I recongnize her?

A/N

Soooooo, cliffhanger!!

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