Chance
I sat in the own comfort of my car, watching as people walked up and down the block. The sky was quickly becoming a dark shade of gray, indicating that it was about to rain soon, but that didn't stop the street walkers from flagging down cars. I couldn't help but to shake my head at how young these girls looked, most of them I knew personally, chasing down men that had to be at least six to seven years older than them.
Jessica, one of the girls in particular, was a familiar face I'd see here on the corner daily, dressed in the tightest of latest name brand dresses, the highest of heels and the fishnet stockings that revealed damn near majority of her skin.
Not that I was trying to downgrade her or trying to knock her hustle in anyway, but baby girl had no reason out here, doing what she was doing. Jessica grew up with the silver spoon in her mouth and anything she wanted, she got it the moment she requested for it. How she ended up living in a ten bedroom house to the projects? She chased around the wrong crowd that landed her right where she was at the moment and sad to say, I couldn't be sympathetic for her. She knew the path she was going down was the wrong one, so why go down it? But who was I to talk? I was no better than her.
Growing up in Glendale majority of my life, it exposed me to everything I shouldn't have been seeing or witnessing at just the mere age of 10. The drugs, the guns, the violence, the prostitutes--the who nine yards. Unlike most of the dope dealers out here, I grew up with no father and it didn't bother me the least bit.
I had grew accustomed to not having an "influential male figure" in my life because my mother had played both the mother and father role so well, I learned to not have it affect me. In a way, I guess you could say that the absence of my father during my lifetime shaped me into a somewhat better man and a hell of a good father to my daughter.
Kimberly, my five year old daughter, was the only person I was bothering to be live for. She was the motivation I needed to get up in the morning, make this much needed money, so that I could get her and my mother up out of here. Having Kimmie at such a young age, I had to grow up a lot quicker than I had anticipated. Being that I was basically raising her on my own, with the occasional help from my mother, I had to drop out of high school and start selling, something that I wasn't too find of, believe it of not.
I've lost a lot loved ones and Kimberly's mother, to drugs so going that route, I was scared that I would end up just like them. Though Kimberly's mother was still alive, she was a drug addict and was in no good of a condition to help raise Kimmie. It was bad enough that she was being surrounded by all the drugs and shit, I didn't need her seeing her mother doing it upfront. I'd be damned if I let Kimmie go down that road when she got older and if moving her out of here and putting her in a safe environment was what I had to do, then so be it. I work day and night, 24/7 to make sure it would happen.
"You would think that she would've had enough sense to stay where she was, but you gotta give her props for having the balls to come back here." Out of my peripheral vision, I saw Pablo pull out a small, personal sized bottle of what smelled strongly like Vodka before pouring half of it into his red cup. For a minute, I had to figure out who he was talking about but then I realized he was talking about Chasity.
Clearing my throat, I pushed myself upward in the seat of my car, turning my head to look out the window. "Too much balls, don't 'cha think?" I asked just above a whisper, reminiscing about the day she came to me, basically begging for money. "She fucked up when she stole from me, but having the nerve to come back? That's a whole bother ball game she'll wish she never started."
"Fuck you!" Her words replayed over and over in my head like a broken record. Showing up at her doorstep that night, I had to admit that was a stupid choice of mines, but I needed to make sure that the rumors spreading around here was true. I had some unfinished business with Chasity and I'm putting it on everything that she won't make it out of here alive. She displayed the most ultimate level of disrespect by taking my money and I was going to hit her times as hard by taking her life.
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