SHAKEYLAH
“ I just cant take this anymore.” I said staring at the ugly reflection in the mirror, which was half gone.
“why does he always have to put his hands on me.”
“look at me, I’m sitting here talking to my damn self, and a cracked up mirror.”
I walked into the bathroom, where there was glass shattered all over the floor and that's when I seened it.
“what is this feeling”? I asked my self staring in the bathroom mirror.
. a huge gash over my left eye .I stared at the picture that was sitting on top of the bathroom counter, by the his and her's sink. I glanced back over at the picture with the pretty young girl in it. She was 5’9 dark-skinned, smooth coffee color skin and shoulder length curly hair. Her teeth were pearl white and straight. The girl in the picture was smiling, as if she were having the time of her life. it’s funny how the girl in the picture look’s so different from the girl in that’s staring at her self in the mirror.
She no longer looked happy. Girl in the mirror looked sad and depressed.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing.
“hello” I asked staring to pick glass off of the floor.
“what up girl?” my home girl shamelia yelled into the receiver.
“nothing, just chilling, but can you call me back because I have to make a quick run.”
“yeah whatever, what you doing cleaning the house again after your lazy ass man” she said. With her smart remarks as usual
“you know what shamelia ill talk to you, later, ok” I hung up the phone while she was still talking.
I finished cleaning the house and showered.
“damn I wander what time jay is coming back over.” I put on my plain blue jeans and a white tee. nothing major. just something regular. I slicked my hair back into a ponytail and put on some shades to cover my bruised face. i was a 22 yr old hair stylist. In Rochester ny. I really need to leave this boy jay alone and get on with my life. Because he was doing nothing but bringing me down. Well I had been saying the same thing to myself for years and I still haven’t got rid of him. I lived in a two bedroom house, a good neighborhood. And the money was good. Never really had family, because my mother died when I was born and dad, I never knew him. As for my aunts and uncles, they didn’t want to take me in or have anything to do with me. so I grew up in a orphanage. I was bounced around from foster home to foster home. Until I finally met the perfect parents for me. They took me in and loved me and raised me for 7 years. But everything good had to come to an end.
They died in a car accident the same night of my sweet 16. But the good part is they made me into this strong person i am today.
My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing phone
“hello” I yelled into the receiver
“hey boo, what up, come open the door” jay yelled into the phone and hanging up.
“damn he rude” I yelled to myself
I ran out of my bedroom and to the front door to find jay and two other boy’s with him.
“so what u just invite people in my house and don’t introduce me to them?”
“oh my bad boo, umm this is my man d-man and Quinton” he said walking away leaving me there to talk for my self.
Damn all of his home boy’s were fine. D-man was about 6’3 dark skinned. Real dark. Like coffee with no mix, no milk, or cream(I like it) as for his body. Yeah he was definitely packing. Oh well I’ll probably hook him up with my home girl solita. As for Quinton, yeah he was 6’1 light brown skinned, bushy eye browns, with straight back braids. Sexy as hell.
“what up ma?” Quinton asked with his hand out
“oh hello” Got damn his hands were softer than a baby’s bottom.
“well I have to go, so I’ll see you guy’s later, bye” I said finally looking back at jay and walking out of the door.
“hold on” jay yelled after me
“what?”
“umm can you take d-man to the store real quick, he need to go drop something off”
“yeah whatever but I need to drop by my home girl house first” I said opening the door to my car
Drama
Created on 5-10-08
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