A Promiscuous Journey

Accidental Runaway

Accidental Runaway

Next came Nelson, Nelson was one of the bigger dealers that hung out on the stoop. Derrick was just a wanna be thug. Nelson was, as he called himself, “a real G.” Nelson was one of the few people that knew she was still in the house. He knew it was too risky to sneak her out so he used to go visit her through the third floor window that was always open because her family was stealing power from the neighbors and the wires came in that window. He would sneak in and fuck her wherever and whenever he could. She fell fast in love with him. He was her peace in this storm. And if all she had to do was fuck him to keep him coming back she would. 

Then one day he didn’t show up when he told her that he would be there. she wondered what had happened. She worried that he had been shot up out on the block. Pacing the room back and forth she decided to sneak outside and talk to Judge. Judge was an old crack addict that Nelson called his grandfather but really was no relation. Judge had long grey dreads that were unkempt. They didn’t look like intentional dreadlocks more like lack of hygiene locks. 

She got dressed in the only clean thing she had that wasn’t religious clothing that covered her head to toe. She had a pair of super tight patchwork jeans and a pink crop top that fell off her shoulder. The bright pink shirt made the pink stand out in the patches that were sown behind the intentionally ripped acid washed blue jeans. She couldn’t see herself because there was no mirror but she was pretty sure she looked fly enough with those jeans on to pass for at least 17 out on the block. 

She found Judge out on the block as usual. He was spouting off nonsense into the wind trying to keep a cadence like Bone Thugs. She crossed North Fremont Ave diagonally across to the southwest corner of West Lanvale where the local street pharmacists stood open for business. As she crossed she caught the smell of the chicken shack on the corner of North Fremont and Harlem ave. Her stomach hurt with hunger and she briefly thought that she was going to be sick and faint all at once. She was terrified because the guys were cat calling her and saying how and what they would do to her. She would be humiliated if she fainted or threw up in the street in front of them.

She sat down next to Judge who was know drinking a 40oz of Colt 45 and talking about how good his “malt liquor” was treating him. He looked up at her as if this was the first time he noticed she was there.

    “You lookin’ fo’ Nel, ain't ya girl? He done got himself yanked up by 5-0 a couple days ago. He over in the county. He ain’t gettin’ out no time soon.”

    “Damn, I can’t even go see him? Where the county jail at?”

    “Townsend -- and you know you ain’t old enough to visit nobody in jail. You walk up in there and he gonna get charged with fucking a minor”

    “How you know what we be doing when we alone?”

    “I know Nel ain’t sneaking in your house to daydream about the future and marrying yo ass if thas what you was thinking.” -- As Judge said this he chuckled and drank from his Colt 45. “I’m about to walk downtown to see some people. You comin’?”

    “Yeah, I ain’t got shit else to do until I have to be home.”

They walked and talked the whole way. Judge made her wait out on the stoop of what she could only assume was a crack house while he went inside for what seemed like an hour but was probably about 20 minutes. When he came out they started walking more but Judge moved in and out of consciousness and half the time what he was saying didn’t make sense. They walked and walked until she didn’t know her way back home anymore. She saw the streaks of purple and deep red running across the sky from the horizon. A wave of fear washed over her as she thought. “I can’t go home. He’ll kill me when he finds out that I’ve been out all night. He’ll say that I’ve been whoring around.”