Quinnell Freeman watched his mother die from a lethal injection of heroine that the biggest drug lord in Jackson, Mississippi supplied her. Crushed and grieving from her death. And left with a heavy burden of his teenage sister to care for, so he do...
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Looking at me with wide eyes tears sliding down her malnourished face as she wrapped her arms tightly around her body, rocking back and forth, mumbling to herself. The sobs became louder, but no one can hear her cries since the abandoned building is buried in the woods. Wind and Rain blew harshly from the broken windows letting only the moonlight shine through.
Trash was scattered a crossed the floor, along with cockroaches that were the size of beetles. The smell of all types of sour food and musty body odor cover over ma body and the house she stayed in for two weeks. As I looked down on her with rage and a slight case of compassion. After all, this was the woman that had given birth to me.
She pathetically crawled over to me, clinging to my leg, nearly pulling my black Nike sweats down altogether. Cheap mascara dripped down her face along with her tears staining her once beautiful face. "Honey, please. I am so sorry, give me another chance. Momma sorry, baby," she whimpered, pulling herself up, shaking from weakness in her body.
I looked down, peering into those big brown eyes that once held the light of happiness and life, but now they were dull and lifeless. "Why you ran away from the rehab I put you in. I have been looking for you for weeks, and you out here shoot up!" I was angry, but I never once raised my voice at my momma.
She shook her head, biting into her lower lip nervously. "I just can't baby, they judging me left and right. Bossing me around like they know what I need." She tried to explain. A red line of snot trailed out her nose. She sniffed as hard as she could, drawing it back in.
Shaking my head once again, not knowing what to make of this, angry keeps rising inside my body. "That's what they suppose to do. They try to help you, ain't nobody judging you up in there. You just don't want to get better; now you going back having bloody nose and shit." I turned around, pulling myself away from my mom so I could calm down, angry wasn't going to do nothing but push her away.
"Baby, can I have enough money for another hit, son," she started begging, pulling on my black t-shirt. I snapped towards and squinted my eyes, looking at her like she lost her mind. "No!" giving no room to argue. I wasn't going to be a part of this, if she wants to get high, she better finds her own way for income.
"I will not help you get high, so you have a choice you can bring yo ass in that damn car ma, and let these people help you, or you stay here. I am not letting Zyra, your seventeen-year-old daughter, see you like this. Child Social Services already took her away once, and you are not going to drag her in your fucked-up habits." I was fed up with her choices, she was my momma, and I am tired of seeing her struggle the same battle over and over again. "I don't give a damn about that child!" She screamed at me, caught me off guard. I clenched my fist together, wanting to knock some sense into her skull.
Grabbing a dirty piece of paper off the floor and a used pen next to it writing down my number, I walked over, putting the paper in her hand and closed it in her fist. "That is my number call me if you changed your mind." It was the last thing I said before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
I looked back once I made it to the door frame where there was no door, watching her go back to her little island rocking back and forth. I sighed and walked down the unstable steps and headed towards my matte black challenger with red lights. Slipping into the car quietly, ignoring the stare that was coming from my girlfriend, Imogen.
I turned the car over and backed out of the dirt driveway that was filled with trash and other things I pretty sure I don't want to know. "You want to talk about its baby," Imogen spoke softly, placing her hand at the back of my neck, rubbing it. I knew she could tell I was tense by the way she started rubbing hard.
"No, I don't actually," I snapped, moving her hand away from me. I traveled down the road and looked on the outside of my car and noticed an all-white Benz trolling down slowly. Both of our windows were tinted so I could see who he was, nor could he see me. Facing forward, I sped out, not even glancing back at my past.
"I think you should apologize I didn't even deserve that hostile, that you have with your crack headed ass mother, Quinn," Imogen yelled at me. Our bodies jerked forward from me, slamming on the breaks. My knuckles turned white, and I turned towards Imogen, her eyes became wide in fear.
"The fuck you scared, for now, Imogen. You weren't scared when throwing my mother's condition in my face; don't be fucking scared now. You wanna talk shit and throw dirt you better back that shit up." I cursed.
Imogen sat there quiet, not saying a word, I shook my head and switched my foot on the gas and drove this girl to the nearest bus stop so she can have a ride home. She had me fucked up if she thinks I was taking her ass home after that disrespect. Pulling over to the curb and I stopped the car unlocking it.
"What are you doing, Quinn?" Imogen looked over at the bus stop sign then at me. "Get out, or I push you out." Was all I said to her. Imogen sucked teeth and grabbed her purse, and got out, slamming my door roughly on purpose.
I drove off mentally, cussing her out when she slamming my door; she ain't pay for this damn car nor co-signed it. I took another deep breath and released it slowly, feeling like everything was going wrong in my life. I never would have thought I would turn my back on my mother, who is in need.
But I wasn't going to be that son, to get her another fix when she doesn't need it, she has family and Zyra who wants to see her mother but not in the state that she is in. I don't know what I am going to tell Zyra when I see her.
I decided to take the long route home so I can think about what I am going to say to my sister. When she learned that momma left the rehab, she was disappointed, knowing that momma was at least four days clean. When finally reaching the luxury apartment complex, I rolled the window down and held up my white key card.
The gate came to; I rolled inside, making my way through several different apartment units. I reach mine parking into my assigned parking spot, I cut the car off. I looked through the front window and noticed the lights to my apartment was on. Most likely, Zyra stayed in today, hoping I come home with good news or the bad.
Getting over my disappointment that ma didn't want anything to do with Zyra. I got out of the car and headed for my apartment. It was three flights of stairs to my door, and it almost took my breath away, I wasn't really out of shape or anything but jogging up three flights can make you breathless.
Coming to my door, I fumbled with my keys and unlocked the door. Opening the door, there stood my beautiful sister wrapped in a Victoria Secret blanket. I got her last Christmas, saying it was from mom. "You been gone for hours; she didn't want to get better does she and don't lie." She looked into my eyes, watching me make sure I don't lie. Just when I was about to answer her, my phone ranged.
Pulling the phone up to my face to an unknown number, sliding my finger a crossed and put it against my ear, "Hello?"
"Yes, this is Christian Memorial Hospital. I am calling about your mother, Freya Freeman."
