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20 Feet Underground

I live on the westside, never met my dad and my mom lived two lives. She wouldn't let me go outside much because she ran the streets. Sometimes I would wake up to her not even being here. yea, I don't see her for days. we did stay down the street from my uncle, but my mom lost that house and refuse to go back to grandma. Grandma don't even know where we stay now because she tried to call child services on my mom. living with grandma wouldn't have been no better. She just wants to get a check out of it. everything revolves around money.

I had a little brother, but he's also the first dead body I seen. his name was Maurice, his dad fought for custody for him and lost, when he heard from the cops Maurice got ran over by a car...he blew his brains out in his car. That was the day our big cousin Jude was watching us. Jude use to put a needle in his veins and drink until he fell asleep. He in jail now for child neglect. I'm 16 years old and she's never around so I be outside too. I used her Medicaid to get one of the flip phones they sell outside them tents, and when I found the key to the mailbox, I had a first check for SSI. I usually used it for food and hygiene.

We had some leftover milk so, I made some cereal and sat in my room. I heard the front door slam, and the vent in the kitchen came on. "Fatima", she called out. I rolled my eyes dragging my feet to the living room. " yes". I looked at her while she moves from one counter to the other. "Where the food come from? Did you go by your grandma? I stood quiet staring at her. " Oh, so you can't talk now?"

"Jehovah witness stopped by, they said, the food their walking around with are charity."

she just stared at me, crossing her arms. "Jehovah? them motherfuckers just want to be noisy. you just dirty, every time I see you, you're wearing them ripped up tights?

I looked down," I had these since I was 9...I'm sixteen".

She held her head down for a moment, I hope she's as embarrassed as me deep down inside, she lifted up a bag full of stuff in it and told me to bring it to my room. When I walked to my room she followed me. "Yes?' I said turning towards her.

"You been going to school?"

why she asked that shit,

"They say I need to come in better uniform", I said. I didn't want to look at her, but I know how much she love attention, so I just sat on my mattress and looked at her.

"Oh, so school a fashion show?"

she walked out my room and went into hers. fashion show? I hate going to school, I'm way different from the other teens. I tried to keep things clean but, this house dirty as the fuck, and we don't have soap powder. a knock came at my window, I turned around seeing Betsy. I met her like 3 weeks ago on the block somewhere near the corner store.

I raised the window up, " your stalking me now?"

"Girl, look. I need you to hold this bag down for me. I really need you."

"what's in the bag?'

"My work, and I'll put ya musty ass on if you take the bag"

" Fuck you," I said pulling the window down

"You fucking playing?'

I just stared at her, and rolled it back up, "I don't know about friends but a real one, would've gave me deodorant if she felt I was musty, and you know what I go through, ugly ass".

she smacked her teeth and threw the bag in my room, from the window. "Meet me on the street you see me on when you get off that bus. I'll be there at 1am. you do this, I'll show you a friend,"

I looked back at the bag, picked it up and when I looked back at the window, she was gone. I barley even know her for real; she just calls me pretty girl every time she sees me, we talk a little. I put the bag in my closet with my brother baby blanket over it.

Time went by, and I just looked out the window, my mom was still in her room. when I went in there, she was slob-Ing: laid out on her mattress. She been in there for 6 hours, I thought she was a dead body. her room has a dead bull lock on it. the drugs made my mom lose weight; she was almost as small as me. We have the same breast but Shes big at the top, and now small at the bottom. I need to have the right colors, because I have a dangerous block to pass up in order to meet Betsy. this my only chance to go in my mom bag of clothes and find something decent to put on. She barley had clothes herself, but I see some things I can fit.

After I found something, I rushed to the bathroom and ran some hot water and sat in it. I heard another slam at the door, I guess she is leaving for another three days. it's now 10:56. hours and hours of nothing but these walls and me. I got out the tub and ran to my room to air dry. I left my door locked and took a little nap.

(Gun shots)

I jumped up, out my sleep, heart just beating from my chest. the house is as hot as outside, so I'm sweating. All i can think about is, I hope it's not my mom...

I through on her clothes I borrowed and went to the front.

" uh uh... where the fuck you are going? and don't think I didn't hear you run that water long like that, you don't have a job bitch."

I froze when I heard her voice. yea, why not let you die in the street. even though my heart doesn't mean it. I turned around seeing she had company. " Hoe? is that my clothes?"

I looked down at what I had on. " You, you said.... you called me dirty earlier and I outgrown my clothes,"

"GO TO YOUR ROOM"

I walked away, her guest just watched everything, people don't have inputs or wear capes. Shes probably just mad that I walked in on her, with small lines laid out on the counter. lines she created with the ebt we never use. She uses it but not for our home, this isn't even a home. being here is just like living with grandma, but grandma, wants to put her hands on you. I used to have marks on my skin, but that's okay because when I cry Remember all the time, I hog spit in her drink. I hate her, and cps, they already showed me early, ratting gets you nowhere. it gets you hurt, beat, even killed.

A knock hit my door, I forgot I had it on lock.

"And you think, you fucking grown bitch, take my clothes off.", she bust in my door grabbing me by my hair. She pulled me to the floor and kicked me in my stomach." you want to go in my shit without permission? you think you grown?' she start to tag at her clothes, and you can hear the cotton rip, and tears just flow out my eyes. when she kicked my stomach, she unraveled her hands out of my hair.

she walked out with some of the fabric in her hands, what I had on was now all ripped up. I went to the mattress and pulled my phone from out my pillow. when I first got the phone, I cut the bottom of the pillow open so I can hide it from her. I wish I had Betsy number. I relocked the door and went to the closet for the bag to see if she left a number. I walked back to the mattress and sat down to see what's in the bag.

My phone showed 12:48.

When I opened the bag I seen a white rectangle, solid white, wrapped in siren wrap. And some money. I put everything back in the bag and just when things couldn't get worse, I can see blood drip down my leg.I got up and seen a nothing but red on my mattress. I have to give her this bag. The tissue I took from McDonald’s bathroom a day ago, I balled it up and stuck it in my kitty. It hurt so bad . The paper itself is to tuff ,maybe that’s a good thing because that was a lot . I wiped myself with the rest of the fabric that was on me, pull the window up and headed out the window.

I went the back way, and kept my head down, cops was outside down the block where the shots came from. So I went around another backyard and jumped the fence. The cops pull me for a chat and take this bag… life over for me. Ion really even have a life . I looked at my phone seeing 1:15.

Allot of girls, maybe like 13-19 was walking , they had sexy clothes on. Some looked younger than me, some looked grown like 37 or 40 years old. I didn’t see Besty anywhere. So I walked up and down the block, it’s now 1:30.

“What you doing here? U see that blood on your leg?”

The girl talking to me looked more like a man, a pretty man.

“ umm. I’m looking for Betsy she told me to meet her here.”

His eyes widen, “Betsy.thats my baby. She was worried as fuck earlier. Last she went at was the store. “

I shook my head and started walking away.

“ wait come here”, I followed him to the side of a building . “ you smell like fish. I’m not trying to be rude or anything , I have to clean my ass everyday, and not the slang clean my ass like my body but my ass hole. I got these wipes. Wipe ur leg up . “

I wipe my leg up with the wipes, and threw it on the ground. “ do u have a tampon?”

“Do I have a pussy? Maybe a dussy.” He said smiling.

“Thank you, “ I walked away from him heading to the store. Outside the store was empty and so was inside. I kept walking and heard someone screaming . I walked to the alley hoping it wasn’t Betsy. I walked up and seen two girls, one had a towel on her lip, you can see water dripping from the towel as if it wasn’t rung out. &

“Bitchhhh. It’s 30 mins after! Wtf”

I just stared at her , with water in my eyes .

“ give me the bag” ,she said reaching her palm out. “That’s you smelling like that?”

I nodded my head and started to walk off, but a car zoomed right in where we were. All black.

A black Lincoln pulled up slow and silent, engine purring like a predator. The driver's door creaked open, and out stepped Marcellus "Mulah" Jones, draped in a crimson coat that swept the backs of his snakeskin boots. Wide-brimmed SnapBack, gold rings stacked like trophies,—his silhouette screamed business, not pleasure.

chewing a toothpick with a half-smile

“You know I don’t like two things, ,” he said, his voice was smooth. “Waiting , and searching.”

His skin was smooth, dark like rich mahogany, and his beard was trimmed to a precise line that sharpened the cut of his square jaw. No gold teeth, a chain with a woman on it . Just presence . Control.

“Give me the bag.” I reached him the bag. He looked at me up and down , and then looked at Betsy and the other girl.

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Lowkey I did want to golf, but I want my stuff talyored & shit but nahhhh im bouta get my hair done and relax again . My weight getting up too. So no fucks

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