Down On Your Luck

Preface

I was born in Philly, but New Orleans might as well have been my second home. My dad's family lived out here so we were always visiting, well I was always visiting. Since both my parents were busy a lot of time during the summer with work they would send me to my Aunty Whitney's house. I didn't mind too much because I had more friends there than in Philly and I'd get to see my family.

Raeven, my cousin, and I did everything together, but we were nothing alike. She was a little fast; every other week that girl had a different boyfriend. She was very flirtatious , didn't care if the boy had a girl or not, and wore little to no clothes as possible. She knew if my Aunt saw her she'd whoop her little ass but she acted like she didn't care. So while she was always messing around with guys I'd kind of be the third wheel, it's not like any of her boyfriends paid me any attention. I would just ride along with them until they would kick me out of the car because they wanted to fuck in the backseat or didn't want me tagging along with them anymore. Rae was into some real assholes, which sucked for me.

They make fun of my Philly accent and the way I looked. I ignored them by always having my head in a book or writing. Sometimes they'd tease me about how I never liked to have any fun but I would just try to ignore them.

One summer though, I'll never forget, Rae brought this guy over to the house while my Aunt was at work. He was tall with baggy clothes on, his brown skin looked smooth and soft. He didn't look like the typical guys she dated and he had an southern accent, I thought he was really cute.

She introduced him as August. He was pretty cool and talked to me more than the other guys my cousin brought home with her.

He even asked me one day why I always writing in my notebook, I told him because it was my escape.

My cousin and him dated for awhile, he actually stole her from her ex. She said he had just moved to back to Louisiana from Huston, Texas. I knew him and her wouldn't last long simply because my cousin had commitment issues, but you could tell he really did care for her.

He bought her whatever she wanted from the little money he had, he even bought her a pair of expensive shoes once that she wouldn't shut up about for a week. He was falling hard for her and she was just falling in love with the shit he could buy her.

Then that's when things started getting bad and that's where my role in this comes into play..