Saved In This City

Chapter 3

Queen's Pov

I sat in the front seat of my car in the parking lot of the homeless shelter I worked at. The seat was pushed back a little and my legs were up to my chest.

The rain fell down hard on the windows of my car, but we're easily drawn by the sounds that were coming from inside my car.

Tears ran down my face and my cries could probably be heard far and wide.

It wasn't the pain that I was in that was making me cry. It's was my stupidity that made me cry. I had no one to call. I couldn't call my family, they had already warned me about all this shit. I was too brainwashed to realize he was not the one for me.

Flashback...

"Mama what are you even talking about?!" I yelled at her. I never yelled at my mother but what she was saying right now was coming from straight jealousy.

"Queen I'm just trying to protect you okay?"

"From what?! He is my man and trusts me I know what he does when he is in the streets." I stomped down the hallway of my mothers home and snatched my purse off the kitchen counter.

All of my family was supposed to meet here for dinner but things took a messy turn when my mother spoke on some shit she didn't know about.

"Queen I used to be blind just like you when I was young. I'm trying to save you from heartache-" I obnoxiously laughed in her face at her comment.

"What heartache mama! I know he ain't cheating on me because he would tell me!" She just stood in her spot and shook her head. For some reason, her silence only made me angrier.

"You're just trying to ruin my relationship because you know your the blame for daddy's death."

Her mouth shot open and she had a look of shock on her face. "Go!" She yelled. I watched as the tears ran down her face and my heart sunk.

Just as I was about to speak, she pointed towards the door with her head down. She shook her head, trying to fight away the tears that wanted to cascade out of her eyes.

So we haven't talked in two years. Two entire years.

I'm almost positive that what I said to my mother was spread throughout the family, cause when I called my Aunt she didn't answer.

She always answered the phone.

My cries slowly started to quiet down and I just sat there listening to the smooth jazz that played on some random radio station I had turned it on.

For a moment I just sat there, blankly staring outside the window as cars that passed by.

I felt numb, dumb and like a total fuck up. All my mama ever wanted was the best for me.

I felt so bad that day, but my pride stopped me from apologizing to my mother, well actually it was Jerome that stopped me.

I could vividly remember the day I graduated from my Community college.

Flashback

I looked around and behind to see if I saw my mama anywhere, and when I didn't I frowned. I mean why would she come after I said all the rude shit to her.

At this time, the fight was still pretty fresh, it happened two weeks before my graduation.

"Babe why you looking like that?" Jerome asked me. He sat right beside me at my graduation, leaning forward in his seat.

I turned back towards the front and looked down at my hands, playing with my nails. I shook my head, "Nothing," I mumbled.

He just nodded and we had some small talk.

Once graduation was over, my excitement was cut short once I got into the car with Jerome. I turned to him in the driver seat.

"Hey, I think I want to go check on my mama cause I don't want her-"

"Nah," He said, cutting me off. I made a funny face and looked over at him.

"Why?"

"Cause I said you can't now sit back and shut up. Damn." He was adjusting himself to get ready to start driving.

"What!? Who the hell are you talking to like that?!" He didn't answer, and he had this smug look on his face. " You know what, I'll just walk to my mama's house." I grabbed the doorknob handle preparing to open the door when he gripped my curly hair a yanked it back so hard, I felt some of my hair come out.

I screamed out in pain and started flailing my arms to try to get him to stop pulling but I was no match for him.

"J-jero-" He slapped me in the face and I shut up quickly. He pulled my hair to where my face was looking up at him. "Shut the Fuck up!" He said with an evil and angry mug on his face.

I sunk down lower in my seat, afraid that someone I knew from college would see me getting my ass beat. I looked up at him with widened eyes full of fear.

He started driving and I lifted my hand from my face to see that it had blood on it. I let down the mirror that hung from the top of the car in front of the passenger, and saw that my nose was bleeding.

I glanced up at him and slowly reached for the glove department, grabbing a napkin from it. I saw him look over at me and smirk like he was happy that I was afraid of him.

As I dabbed my nose with a napkin, I just started bawling. There was no way I could go to my mother now. Not after this.

I knew the blame was all on me. Now, the damage bigger than ever, will be harder to fix.