Chapter 2 #2
I quickly hung up and enjoyed the rest of my ride.
Even though I liked to talk and make conversation, I respected this man’s choice of not talking to me, being that he didn’t know me.
Arriving to my house in record time, I reached for the door handle, but King shook his head no.
He unbuckled his seat belt, as I swallowed down hard thinking what he was going to say now.
Instead, he hopped out and opened my door and held his hand out for me to grab and hop out.
Looking me deep in the eyes with a serious face, he stroked his chin hairs and tilted his head.
“You are a beautiful woman Layloni… if you were mine, I wouldn’t give a fuck how important the streets were. You wouldn’t be standing here drenched like this.”
He tugged at the bottom of my wet shirt for emphasis, causing me to hold my breath and shiver. He smirked at me when he seen the effects he had on me. “Breathe Layloni…”
I released the breath I was holding feeling foolish.
“The nigga you got is a clown. Let him go and do better for yourself.”
Kissing me on my forehead, he turned to walk away.
I mumbled a thank you and walked away from him.
When I reached my door and opened it, he drove away, leaving me standing there pondering on his words.
It surprised me that he found me attractive.
Men tried to talk to me all the time, but they sure did not look like him.
I never was moved by a man like he moved me.
Never thought of another man but Glen in a sexual way.
I stood there wishing I could know more about King.
That was wishful thinking because I would never see him again.
“Damn Bitch, close the got damn door! You fucking up my groove.”
I cringed at the foul words my mom used but complied, nevertheless.
When I entered our small ass house, I was smacked with reality of what my life was really like.
Clouds of smoke clouded the living room as I watched my mom perform for Glen and his friends.
I Need Some Money by Barret Strong was blasting, as she moved her feet like James Brown.
She wore a bra with some torn, gray dirty sweats with a cigarette dangling from her lips.
Glen laughed so hard his huge beer belly jumped up and down.
The whole scene disgusted me. While I was out working and walking, catching rides by strangers, they were inside enjoying and having the time of their lives.
Shaking my head, I didn’t bother speaking.
I made a beeline to my room to undress and shower, so I could lie down for the night.
I would have to wake right back up in the morning to cook, clean, then go to work.
Looking down at my bed, I saw the wallet that I left wide open.
My social security card was still inside thank God but, as I predicted, the money was gone.
I stomped back into the living room, and placed my hands on my wide hips, trying to get them to notice me.
Instead, Glen and his two friends continued to watch my mom make a fool of herself.
She started to moonwalk to the music, then did the robot.
The scene was pathetic. Grabbing the remote to the tv, I turned it off, as they all complained and looked up at me with annoyance.
“I just walked halfway home, received a ride from a total stranger… I get home to my wallet being empty and y’all in here partying like it’s somebody fucking birthday,” I spoke low; I was shaking in anger.
I couldn’t check myself nor calm myself down.
“That money in my wallet was for the fucking lights mom!”
She rolled her eyes, as Glen ignored my rant. Sparking up a blunt, he made small convo with his homeboys. He didn’t offer a ‘baby, who gave you a ride?’ Nor did he inquire about my safety.
“Shit Lay Lay… Glen got some new shit! Some shit that made me dance… I gave him your money, maybe he will give it back.”
She shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes. Snapping her fingers, she started singing to herself, making up her own tune to dance to.
“Y’all get the fuck out my house!” I yelled. I didn’t want no one here at this point. It was enough dealing with my mom. If Glen wanted to sit his fat ass there ignoring me and not caring for my wellbeing, I didn’t want him around me tonight.
“You always capping shorty.” He smiled, as I rolled my eyes. He was fronting for his homeboys once again. Standing to his feet, he walked up to me smiling, showing his diamond grill. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out fifty dollars and stuffed it in my breasts like I was some sort of cheap hoe.
“Here’s your money back, I let your momma try my new shit… Heroin got her in a better mood than crack.”
Shocked at his words, I slapped him as hard as I could. Realizing Glen wasn’t shit on multiple occasions broke my heart. How could he give my mom a stronger drug than what she was already dealing with? He knew how stressed her drug use had me and for him to sell to her only made it worse.
“I’m done with you, Glen… this the last-”
Before I could get the words out, his hazel green eyes narrowed into thin slits.
His high yellow face was beat red. He balled up his fist, drew back and socked me hard in the face, causing me to lose balance and fall back.
He didn’t stop there though. Glen took off his belt, and started whipping me all over my body.
I cried out for help, as everyone sat around hyping him up.
One of his homeboys yelled that he was on live.
But what really broke my heart was my mother laughing and yelling, “Beat her ass Glen!”
This was my miserable ass life. Glen promised he would never hit me again. It was a few months back when I suffered a concussion and was hospitalized. I guess promises were meant to be broken.