2
I sat on the bench looking down at my Red Jordan 10 Gs and my army skinny jeans that I wore with a white shirt. I only have like 5 outfits but out of all of them this is the best. I crossed my arms sitting back looking at nothing particular. There weren't many kids at the park because it was cold out today, and of course I was freezing because I lost the only sweater I had last night.
I always wondered what it would be like having somebody that cared about me or somebody that loved me, I have friends but not real close ones, I didn't know my mom's side of the family and I didn't know my dad at all. Only thing I know is that he's a drug dealer and left my mom before she was able to tell him that she was pregnant with me.
And apparently when she seen him years later he denied me. My mom always told me "I can't stand to look at you, you look just like your father it disgust's me".
Because of my mom I have trust issues and I stay to myself but I always speak my mind. Most people that I talk to say I'm to blunt, but do I give a fuck? Not really.
I looked up as I felt somebody standing in front of me and eyes burning both side of my face. There was a dread head standing in front of me and two other's one standing on my right side and one standing on my left. But my eye's went back to the dread head I would be lying if I said he wasn't fine.
"Can I help you" I asked with attitude dripping from my voice.
"Your London right?" The dread head asked.
"Why?" I asked with my eyebrow raised.
Instead of saying anything he rubbed his hands together licking his lips, "I was told to come get you" He spoke.
"If Yung sent you tell him to leave me the fuck alone and choke on a dick" I said pocking my lips to the side.
Yung is a drug dealer who's house I used to sleep at but once he tried to get me to have sex with one of his boy's I left.
"Nah Yung ain't send us" one of the other boys said.
"Well I don't really care who sent you, I'm not going anywhere" I said folding my arms, next thing I know I was being thrown in the back of a car.
"You ain't have to fucking throw me like that stupid hoe's" I said holding my head where I hit it on the door.
"I'm gone need for you to shut the fuck up" The dread head yelled.
"And I'm gone need for you to watch how the fuck you talk to me" I retorted.
The rest of the car ride we argued back and forth, we pulled up to a house that I could tell was a trap house. The dread head through me over his shoulder carrying me inside. "I can walk you know" I said kicking my legs as he carried me past all the nigga's in the living.
He finally stopped at a door and knocked "Come in" A man's voice boomed from the other side of the door. He walked in with me still over his shoulder. I looked around the room and seen that I was in a office. He through me in the chair causing it to almost tip over.
"I swear I'm beating your ass next time you touch me" I glare at him.
"How you doing London" A man said. I looked ahead of me to see a man sitting there, My mouth hung open as I realized how much he looked like me.
"You look like a spitting image of me London" The man chuckled. "I'm your dad, Marco"
I sat back in my chair crossing my arms over my chest and poked my lips to the side with one eyebrow raised. "How you been" Marco asked.
I shrugged my shoulders not really wanting to have a conversation with this man.
"You sure are your mother child" He chuckled.
"Don't compare me to that bitch" I said.
"I knew that would get you to talk" He smiled.
I rolled my eyes looking around the office and my yes landed on a picture of a boy that looked about 17. "That's your son?" I asked pointing at the picture.
"Yeah that's your brother Mook, 17" He answered.
I simply rolled my eyes, He can raise one of his kids while the other is out here struggling on a daily.
"I know you out here in these streets with no here to sleep so I'm offering to let you stay with your pops so we can build a relationship"
I stared at him blankly "No" I shook my head. "Your not just gone sit here in my face wanting me to move in with you but just years ago you were denying me so you mine as well leave me alone because I don't want shit to do with your dead beat ass" I glared at him.
"And that was a mistake I made but I'm willing to make up for those years" He growled.
I stood up opening the bottle of liquor that sat on his desk "Fuck you" I spoke calmly tipping the bottle over watching the liquor poor out slowly. I walked out the office surprised that I didn't have to put up a fight.
Walking down the dark rainy streets of Atlanta once again I found my self stopping in front of the old apartment buildings I once lived in with my so called mother. Standing there with my hand's in my pockets looking at the front porch brought me into a flashback.
I was sitting on the porch watching all of the neighborhood kids play outside, I always wanted to go and play with them even when they offered but my mom always told me that I didn't deserve to play with them so I couldn't go any further than off the small porch.
But there was one boy that would always sit on the porch with me and that boy was Yung.
"Hey London" He spoke sitting next to me.
"Hey Yung" I smiled at him.
"Wanna see something" He asked digging in his pockets.
"Sure" I shrugged. I watched as he pulled out a small bag of white stuff. "What's that" I asked confused.
"I don't know...I found it in my moms room"
We both looked back as we heard footsteps, he quickly shoved it back in his pocket and stood up "I'll see you later London" He said walking away once my mom open the door.
"Get in this house" She said snatching my up by my arm "Why didn't you clean up my house" She asked closing the door behind her.
I didn't say anything as tears ran down my face. "You know what I got something for your ass London, you will not be walking around her like your grown when your only 9 years old" She snatched me by my ponytail dragging me into the kitchen.
My eye's got wide as I seen her pulling out the largest knife in the kitchen, I got out of her grip and started running towards the front door but got no where far once she grabbed my ankle dragging me back towards her.
She sat against the wall pulling me close to her trapping me by putting her legs around my small waist that I had at the time, she grabbed my chin pulling my head back and placed the knife to my neck.
"Please stop... I'm sorry" I cried.
"You ain't shit and won't ever be shit" She spat. My screams rang through at the apartment as she cut the right side of my neck, It made me cry even harder once I seen my blood which caused me to faint.
I ran my finger over that scar that I still have on the right side of my neck till this day. I jumped when I felt somebody kiss my scar. I turned around furious ready to snap but once I realized who it was I rolled my eyes.
"What do you want Yung" I asked.
"Nothing" He shrugged his shoulders. "You need to let go of the past" He said putting his arm around my shoulder.
I looked down knowing that what he said was true but it's easier said than done. Yung is the only person that knows about everything that happened in my child hood and he's the only person I ever claimed as a friend. I also knew everything about him and the crazy thing is that the same day my mom left is the same day his mom overdosed.
"You need somewhere to stay tonight" He asked.
"Nope" I lied
He smacked his teeth and grabbed my hand pulling me to his car, We both got in and I sighed placing my head against the window and eventually I fell asleep in the car.