Chapter 1 3/15/2014 Deuce TOMORROW Mamas tryna save me But she dont know Im tryna save her Man, them niggas tried to play me Man, til I got this paper Youre nobody til somebody kills you ( French Montana) I have always lived in the shadows. The darkness of someone else light! However, I was born to shine. I could feel it in my blood. Despite lifes hurdle, I had to jump to get to the top I was determined that No matter what my name was. I would be second to no man. Not even my father. I sighed at the sound of my mother crying. I could hear her 3 doors down. It wasn’t that she was loud it was just that my mom did it so often lately I could feel it in my soul. I sat up running my hands through my hair; I slipped on a second pair of ball short. Quietly I crept down to my mother’s bedroom. I stood in her door watching her torture herself looking at a picture of my father. He had been locked up since I was 8 years old. From my knowledge, he had five more years left. I know that had to be hell on my mother to love a man so much that you willing to wait ten years for him to get out. I began to close her door when I heard her whisper to the picture she stared so heavily at. “Carri now what?” She questioned my father’s photo like she really wanted an answer. “Hey, ma you ok?” I ask stepping in her bedroom. She jumped sliding the picture to the other side of the bed and wiping her eyes. I walked over to my mother’s bed sitting beside her. Glancing down at tons of papers all saying past due. I picked one of the papers in my hand and read just a bit before my mom snatched it from my hands. “Ma we gone lose our house?” I asked looking into her eyes. “No Sacario!” She shouted calling me by my giving name, so I knew she was nervous. I ran my fingers through my mother’s long jet black hair and in that second I knew I had to step out of my father’s shadow and into his shoes. “You miss him ma?” I asked a question I knew the answer to, but I just wanted my mom not to stress about bills. “Sometimes, but I’m ok baby I promise.” She said kissing my forehead and standing walking into her bathroom. I heard the door close, and not even seconds later my mother was sobbing again. I took it in knowing that I couldn’t fix my mom’s heart, but also I would never let someone have me so open that I feel less than a person. Waking up in my bedroom money on my mind. I have no idea how, but I knew that I couldn’t let my mom loose a house she had worked so hard to get. My first thought was to call my uncle Lee and Dinero, but my mom hadn’t really spoken with them since pops got locked up and bringing grief to her at this time would not be a good look. I got my game plan in my head and just knew it would just take a little cho to set it in action. I tiptoed downstairs hoping to be out before my mom even woke up. I stopped in my tracks as I see my mother in the living room with a man I had never seen before in my life. He ran his hands through her hair then kissed her forehead. I had to do a double take looking at this man hug my mom. She was just crying over my pops now in the arms of another nigga. Wow, I guess you can’t trust a female. I dusted myself off and just headed out. I still had agenda and didnt plan on getting off track. I stepped out looking at the money green Jag with gold flakes; the car was overly flashy I had to shake my head. It was in that second I knew who ole’e boy was. His name was Smooth Marks a known pimp from Flint. He was infamous for his money green cars and outrageous, loud attire. A part of my soul died when I thought of my mom tricking to give me and my sister a decent life. Taking in what I just saw I dipped to my nigga Jay house to holla at his pops. Money was a cool nigga. He was about his paper, and I respected that. What up little Killa!” He says sitting across from me at the kitchen table. “What up Money!” “What can I do for you kid?” He asked sitting back in his chair rubbing his beard as if he knew the question before I asked. A part of me didnt want to put my family business in the street. Defiantly didnt want to tell the man that despised my pops more than fire hated water. I sighed and took in my surroundings. “It’s like this Money. I’m a grown man- “At 15 your grown?.” “Last I checked age has nothing to do with duties, and I have a lot of responsibilities.” He nodded his head position from his seat walking to the counter and pouring two glasses of Hennessey. He placed a glass in front of me and watched me closely. I had never drunk anything stronger than beer, but if this is what he needed to see I lifted the cup and downed the bitter drink. I suppressed the urge to show emotion as the hot acid like liquid hit my belly. I slammed the glass on the table and looked Money in his eye. “Look Boss I know you, and my pops dont see eye to eye, but I ain’t him, though, his name carry weight! That I got. I’m asking for a chance. Front me 2 kilos and I can flip it.” He smirked downing his glass and pouring us both another. I pushed the glass away and looked Money in his eye. “Well” He sucked his teeth then leaned back in his seat. “Two kilos? Only a fool would give a 15 year old almost 100 grand in work.” “Then front me anything! I’ll double it!” “A 8 ball,” he said like I was some rookie. I looked at Money like he was crazy 8 ball was chump change. I sucked my teeth, nodded my head knowing this was just a test. Money made a call and told me where to meet his nigga Hakeem he would hook me up. With into hours I was calling Hakeem for my second reup. Even Money was impressed and had to show me a bit of respect. He watched me closely, but after a while, I was his number 3 nigga. I was running 2 of his houses and bringing in 30 grand a week. I thought that maybe I could have been my mother’s hero, but I guess whatever she had met with that nigga; Smooth Marks with paid off . She was back to the woman I knew. I didnt hear her cry as much at night; not to say she didn’t cry. I could tell she was proud giving my sister and I cash. I didnt need it, but I wouldnt dare tell her. I didnt want my mother to know I was hitting the block. I could tell she feared I would be a carbon copy of my father; truth was I wanted nothing more to make him proud.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 16:51:53 +0000
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