CHERRYSODA|XXXTENTACION

Vol.2

I looked my mom in the face as she went off on me for the second time this week. Unfortunately, she knew I was over Jahseh's house by the familiar scent of his cologne. I hated it when he wore it. He knows she hates the smell.

"Liyuh, how am I supposed to trust you on my business trip when I can't even trust you at home?! What don't you understand? I keep telling you that you're gonna end up getting hurt, do you listen to me?! Apparently, you don't. You're not a young brat! You are a young lady! I know exactly how you feel, and that's the scary thing about it. I used to be just like you, your deadbeat father didn't do shit for us! Don't you see hanging with the wrong crowd can put you into the wrong place?! All because you think I don't know about the things you do doesn't mean I haven't done it. I've done it all, believe you and me...I regret it.", she sighed and shook her head.

Her face beamed with red and filled with rage. I felt bad, but I didn't see the reason why I should. Jahseh has never put me in harm's way and wouldn't allow anyone to do so. Just thinking about it made tears well in my eyes. Not from being sad, but from being so frustrated.

"Jahseh isn't like Jenova, this isn't 1997, this isn't Guatemala. He doesn't sell drugs nor does he hang around with gangs. He and Cleo help me get the things I need when you don't have enough. Jahseh and I have been friends since childhood! You and Miss Cleo can be a whole 'dynamic duo' but I and Jahseh can't even be friends?-"

"See that's what I mean! It's not Cleo, it's her damn son! Do you know about all of the schools he's been to around Broward before yours? If you wanna run the streets with him then you're fine to leave. You're under my roof and when you're not under my roof, I'm the one putting clothes on your back and food on your table! You know I love you and I don't want you getting hurt.", she continued.

I simply sat up, staring over at her. Why couldn't it just get through her head?

"You know what. I'm leaving tonight, I'm going on this business trip and loosening up for once. You and your weedhead boyfriend always stress me out.", she added on.

And with that, she walked out of the bedroom and slammed my door.

Who the hell gave her the audacity to say all of this? Who the hell gave her the audacity to compare Jahseh to Jenova? Who the hell gave her the audacity to assume what she wanted between me and Jahseh.

Anger rushed over me. I wasn't gonna go for a walk until I knew she left either. I silently got off of the red silk comforters while hot tears streamed down my flushed cheeks. Hurriedly grabbing my hoody, I jump out of the ground-level window that hung aside my dresser.

Jahseh lived across town...there was no sense of going there. I had an extra change from yesterday when Jahseh bought me a candy bar. Two blocks away occupied with a corner store. Most of my friends went there, including me. They kept up to date with all of the snacks and kept a whole rack full of voodoo chips. Usually, that would only be the case with spicy chip snacks.

The street lights lit up the neighborhood with a bright hue. I loved walking at night. My grandmother made sure we moved into a safe neighborhood in case she wanted to come to visit us.

She never visits us.

She only wanted to keep us away from anything that would get her daughter in trouble. She lives in Villa Nueva with most of our family. My mother chose to move away a month after finding out she would be a mother. The family decided that they specifically didn't want us thereafter the incident between her and my "father". When I was younger she would lie to me about our race. I would tell kids at school that I was mixed with all of these things, damn sure they'd correct me for it.

But I'd never forgotten the time she had come up with any race or religion to stop me from being curious about where I really come from. Never did I blame her for it because everybody else blamed me. I didn't intend to lie, just the fact that I was being lied to. It wasn't until I had gotten into a fight with the principal's niece. It had caused a big brawl between my friends, Jahseh's friends, And over half of the school. Immediately called my mom and made me explain everything. I couldn't forget the day either. Later on, my mom sat me down and informed me of everything I needed to know.

I was livid; She decided to tell me about it then instead of just giving me the truth. This caused me to become distant from my mom, drawing me closer to other people who's been there for me. It's like she tries to hide the world from me. If I could defend myself in the past, she shouldn't be so defensive about my present actions.

Lowly sighing, I opened the door of the corner store and walked in. This was gonna be a long week.

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I know this chapter is climatic, but it's better to write. I feel like it's boring, I tried-