𝙲 𝚑 𝚒 - 𝚃 𝚘 𝚠 𝚗

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𝗘𝗴𝘆𝗽𝘁 𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗶𝘀 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 || 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗴𝗼, 𝗜𝗟
𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀...

I was walking home from school which isn't the most safe thing to do in this neighborhood.
Let alone in Chicago. I saw a claw-stick like thing on the ground yet the bottom of it was shaped like a gun almost.

"Fuck is that.." I thought.

I kicked at it and it immediately shot out longer then before and its sharp end stabbed me in the ankle, "SHIT!" I screamed and pressed my lips together and sat on the curb.

I let the tears roll down as I held my breath taking it out. I threw it in the road in anger and got up slowly. It was worse walking to my god-moms house now that my ankle is gashed. I sat down again after a couple blocks and grumbled at the cold air cutting at my skin.

I lifted the sides of my jacket as high as I could since my hoodie was ripped off during a fight. I couldn't afford a new one anyways.

"A broke, injured Chicago girl," I chuckled at myself, "A broke, injured, black Chicago girl...can it get any worse."

My phone started to ring and I groaned. I already knew who it was because my god-mom was damn near the only number in my phone. I mugged at the annoying android ringtone.

"Hello-"

"WHY THE FUCK YO FAST ASS NOT IN THIS DAMN HOUSE YET. GET YO ASS HOME N-"

I hung up in her face, "Fuck she talm bout, ion gotta listen to that bitch. On foe nem I can run away right now if I wanted to."

"But where would I go..?"

She kept calling until I was so irritated by my painful ankle and the cold ass wind that I smashed it hard on the ground. I picked it back  up and wasn't surprised when there was only 3 cracks on it, "Bitch ass phone."

𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲..
I finnaly made it and the door was locked. I rolled my eyes and saw her staring at me through the window. I moved slowly and ran as fast as I could on my hurt ankle and opened the back door rushing in. I knew her dumb ass would forget to lock this door like im slow or sumn.

She didn't make it in time when she realized what I was doing and got heated, "When my door lock that mean you stay yuh ass outside!"

I started to walking away while still staring back at her.

"Fuck is you lookin at me like that foe?" She got up behind me and hit me in my back, "You answer to me when I talk to you!" 

I turned around and balled up my fists, "Hit me! Hit me! Yo ass will be out of my damn house so...MUTHAFUCKIN fast."

I stared and stormed off into my "room". It was just a walk in closet with a mattress on the floor and one nightstand. I threw my book bag down and took off my jacket in anger. I plopped on the mattress. As soon as I took my weight off of my foot it felt a sharp pain strike it.

"Ahh!" I semi-screamed. My foot was throbbing, I guess I had forgot about the pain from all the stomping and running I did.

"Come clean up all this damn blood off my carpet!" She yelled from the bottom of the stares. I went down there and started to clean it up glaring at her. I groaned at how long the line of blood dripped from the back door to the stares.

"And ion wanna see yo ass out that damn room for the rest of the night." She said then sat on the couch puffing a cigarette.

After a while she suddenly chuckled, "Looking just like yo mother a while back, a maid." I slammed the brush on the ground kicking the cleaning product over and watched it drench the carpet.

"Clean that shit up." I ignored her and limped back upstairs. I laid on my mattress and cried myself to sleep. I was woken up by my stomach hurting bad because I was hungry. Usually im used to going to sleep hungry but it didn't eat the school lunch.

I opened the door and the sound of male moaning hit me filled every wall of the house.
"Awwww...fuck.."

I rolled my eyes hard and went down stairs with a mug on my face. My god-mom was sucking dick on the couch and smirked when I looked her direction, "I told you not to come out that room girl.." she slapped his dick against her mouth and stuck her tongue out. "Slut.." It didn't really phase me much because im used to it. Its the least I've seen her do.

I walked to the fridge and looked at the sack of stale apples, the almost gone orange juice and two fruit cups in the fridge. Thats the stuff im supposed to eat while she has a mini fridge in her room filled with god knows what.

I lost my appetite as she started to gag louder and heard her slurp louder, "Mmmm that feels good daddy? *gwak-gwak-gwak*" I rolled my eyes again and eyed the food stamp card and credit card on the counter.

I smirked and grabbed the credit card and a fruit cup before rushing out the door. She didn't say a word and I walked out into the night and onto the streets of Chicago