**3 Years Later**
"Daddy...... will I ever see momma again?",I asked my dad watching tv without looking at him. Its been 3 years since I've seen my mom. My dad always says she's not woman enough to come back and face the truth. But I knew that wasn't true. I knew my mom wasn't the best at giving me what I needed because of her addiction, but I loved being with her and we had an unbreakable bond. It was one of those relationships were no matter what we couldn't hold anything against each other because our love was just that strong. I hated being away from her. Don't get me wrong living with my dad hasn't been horrible, but he's just so confusing. One minute he sits in his room crying like a baby, then he's mad saying he hates me and wish he would have never let my mother have me. Sometimes I can't stand him, but I love him too. It's all just so confusing.
"I told yo ass time and time again she ain't allowed no where near this house Tequila", My dad told me irritated. He was right he told me that a lot. I always asked hoping his answer would change but it never did. "Okay", I said dryly. I got up and walked into the kitchen because I was hungry as hell. My dad was a mechanic but didn't make much doing that, so on the side he sold a few drugs here and there. But never used the money he made for me. I looked in the refrigerator and seen nothing but a bottle of chocolate milk and a old ass apple. I couldn't take this shit no longer I already knew what I had to do.
I snuck out the house when my father was in a deep sleep around 11. I had made a few phone calls and knew what I was going to do. When I got to the house I took a deep breath and walked up to the door. *Knock...Knock...Knock Knock* I did the secret knock on the door and my cousin Head opened it with a Grin on his face. Every body call him Head because if he has to make a kill he always shots them on the head with no hesitation, He was not the nigga to mess with and he was only 19. Head ran the westside of Detroit without even trying. "Soo you really wanna go through with this?", He asked as embracing me into a hug. I gave him that look you give people when they ask dumb ass rhetorical questions.
He put his hands up in defense, "Aye man, I'm just making sure if this what you really wanna do. This drug game ain't no joke, shit is harder than it looks. You gotta be ruthless and hard with these motherfuckers out here, cause they do not give two fucks about you or what you going through! All they want is the money you out here hustling and working hard for. Number one rule to the game is trust nobody, not even yo self nigga. Cause money will change you real talk." I just nodded my head in agreement because he wouldn't let me get one word in.
We finally walked down a hallway and he reached up. He opened and pulled down a latch to the attic. He pulled down the steps and walked up first. I followed behind him. This was where he kept all his product and the money he made from it. Head lectured me for about another good 36 minutes, telling me what to do and how to do it. He walked to the back of the attic; which was kinda big for an attic I thought to myself as I looked around, in the back of the attic was this 5 foot safe that he kept everything in behind a this brick door. He motioned for me to come here. I did and he handed me 20 gram bags of weed worth 400 dollars all together. 10 bags of some loud and 10 of some mid, the loud bags were blue and the mid was green. He looked up at me after I stuffed the small bags in my bookbag. "You sure you wanna do this Quila, you can always change your mind."
I didn't say anything because I really didn't want to do this but I had too. I couldn't go another day without anything to eat, I couldn't go another day wearing the same clothes to school every week, not being able to do the things I wanted to or have the necessities I needed. If my father wasn't gonna man up and do it, then shit I was. I could not go any longer living like this. So I had to do, what I had to do. I gave Head a hug never answering his question but he knew my situation. I walked out of the house not sure if I'm ready for what I got my self into. But I wasn't going to let any thing stop me.
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