Treasure POV:
I got through the first day of school with a blur, I’m leaving out of the building heading home. Even though I don’t want to go, but I have no choice because I don’t have any friends to socialize with. I’m a loner. I would rather be that way. It helps with my sanity. Also, I could see the phoniness in people, so I choose to keep to myself.
Finally arriving in front of my house, I pull out my key and unlock the door. When I enter, I look around. I saw no one was around, I was relieved. I went into the kitchen, made me a sandwich and grab an apple right along with a soda. I headed upstairs to my room. Once in my room, I place my food on my dresser and started pulling out my books, I do my homework.
I was in my studies, then my door burst open. In came my, mother looking piss off about something. When her eyes landed on me, I could see the death glare she was giving me. I choose to ignore her when she realizes I was not giving her attention. She shouted, “What the fuck are you doing?”
I looked up from my book to give her a dirty look. Sometimes I wonder about my mother's mental health. She lost her marbles since I was away, I could see that she is getting dumped by the minute, it is sad but it's her life.
“Let me see, I have a book in one hand, pencil in the order, and paper in front of me. if I was to guess, I would say I’m doing my homework,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Watch how you talk to me, bitch,”
“Takes one to know one. In my eyes you always been a bitch. What do you want?”
“Why have you cooked dinner? I work long hours every day. I expect you have dinner really; you need to earn your keep in this house”
“Where your man at? he should be the one doing that for you. why should I do that? I don’t even eat with the two of you. While you on my case about earn, my keeping, tell that low-life boyfriend of yours to get a fucking job. Stop mooching off of you”
“What me and my boyfriend do is none of your business. You just do your fucking job and don’t worry about our relationship”
“Trust me, there isn’t a relationship to worry about. All you ever be to him is his meal ticket. You so dump you can’t even see that the asshole is using you”
“You just jealous Treasure-“
“Jealousy of what? If I was so jealousy, then why did your man try to rape me?”
“You need to stop telling those lies again. We both know that you were trying to seduce him, you were mad because he rejected you. that why you beat him up and put him in the hospital”
“Keep telling yourself that, deep down you know muthafucker did it, you just don’t want to accept the truth mommy dearest”
“You better respect me little girl, if you want to continue to live in my house, I have no problem sending you back to that place you call a hell hole”
“Honestly, that place is better than being here with you. Now excuse me, I need to continue with my homework” Without another word, my mother walk out of the room. I went back to my homework.
The next day I woke up did my daily routine, I had everything pack up and left my room when I made it downstairs, I went into the kitchen head over to the refrigerator and open it I grab a bottle of water, got an apple from out of the bowl from the table. I was heading out the door until I felt a hand grab my arm, I turn around to see it was Dax.
“What do you want Dax?” I said, putting my arm away
“I see that you have become feistier since you been away. I beginning to like the new you,” Dax said, grabbing a few strings of my hair and sniffing it.
“You are a pig, don’t you ever touch me, better yet stay the hell the way from me,” I left without saying another word.
I was in my English class, listening to the teacher lecture, when class ended I pack up all my books I stood up from my chair, about to head out, before I could there stood Alana, and her loser boyfriend at the front door blocking the entrance. All I want to do is just leave, not I have to deal with the slut of the school, and her punk ass boyfriend. Could it just have been a normal day, with no drama? Is that too much to ask for?”
“Excuse me,” I said, waiting.
They turn to look at me. When they notice who I was, they give me a look of disgust. I did not care at all. “Well look at what we have here if it isn’t it the stuck-up bitch,” the douche bag said.
“That all you can come with? It amazes me how small your brain really is?”
“What you bitch?”
“LET ME SHOUT IT OUT TO YOU, I WAS SAYING YOUR BRAIN IS SMALL. DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M SAYING NOW?”
The douche was looking at me puzzle. In that moment all I could do is shake my head. I looked over at Alana and said “I hope that you are with him, because of his looks, not his brain. I see that you two deserve each other.
“Keep on talking shit about me and my man, I will make sure you never speak again”
“I’m shaking in my pants. I will believe that when pigs fly heifer, now move out of my fucking way,” I said, pushing both of them to the side and left out.
Harlem POV: Today is the day, that we are leaving, I went to school today to say my last goodbye to people. Jason and skipped classes and hang out for the entire day. It wasn’t no point of me attending, since I’m leaving, Jason, it will affect him. He did not care, he told me that spending the day with me is more important right now. I appreciate that, instead of leaving school, we went up to the school roof Jason, and I sat there chilling. It was silence between us right now, what can you say to someone that you been with for a long time? I never knew how to say goodbye, someone. I never thought my one action will cause my family to up and leave. I really feel that this is all my fault, if only I walk away from Preston that day, I would not be sitting spending my last day with Jason. I spoke “Jason, I-““There no need for apology, you did nothing wrong. It was Preston fault; I just hate that asshole is the reason you have to leave. There is no need for sad goodbyes, sinc
Treasure POV: I’m sitting on the roof of my school smoking a cigarette, I been doing this ever since I got out of juvenile. My house life is a mess, that sometimes I just thinking about running away just so I could get away from the abuse of my mother and Dax. Sometimes I wish I could just get on the phone and talk to Butterfly. I miss her a lot right along with the rest of the girls, because she understood where I was coming because she in a situation herself. I took my last puff, and put it out, I’m heading back downstairs to the school heading to my English class. The minute I enter I could see trouble waiting for me, there Irene one of Alana’s friends approaching me. I wish I could get some peace I’m not in the mood for bullshit. But it seems I can never any luck, Alana thinks she is the queen of the school, and she have her goons at her feet. It funny how money changes people. Alana was no different from me, we were once best friends still can’t believe that she will turn
Harlem POV:“Harlem is time to wake up” I heard my mother voice. I sit up, and rub my eyes, once open I look out the window to see that we was parked us in front a red brick two-story house. I got out of the car and look around. I see that the neighborhood looked distant, but it was nothing like being back at home, where I grew up and missing Jason. I’m never thought that everything will come to this, I’m still in disbelief. “Come on, let’s go look and get this over with” my mother said. I nodded, Jessika and I follow my mother as she led the way towards the house. My father stood by the car; I believe he was waiting on the movers. My mother took out the key from her purse, she places in the key hold and unlock it. When the door open, we all walked in we walk around until we step in the living room there, I notice the walls was white, it had a mental piece right along with a fireplace. Also, there are long red drapes covering the windows. Next, we all enter the dining ro
Treasure POV: I woke up late, trying to get myself ready for school, my reason for oversleeping is because I came home late from working my new job. I got a job working at that sleazy motel that ten minutes from my house. It’s the one that running the prostitution operation. My job is simple I clean the rooms every time the prostitutes finish with their Johns, I also clean up around other places. The owner Dale, try to preserve everyone that he is running a legitimate business. We all knew that was now true thanks to the mouth of the south, not only that everyone always see the same women taking different men inside their rooms. Dale motel is a run down place it looks like it have been fix in years, everyone knows about Dale, even the kids that goes to my school because if they are looking for a place to have a good fuck. Dale motel is the place to go, because Dale ask no questions the only thing he cares about is making money. I think back on that day I enter his office lookin
Harlem POV: The car ride was silence as Jessika and I sit in the back seat, while our parents are in the front. There nothing to be said about our situation my mom, Jessika and I are unhappy about how things turn out. My father on the other hand feel that this is the best decision that ever happen to him. I already know why he feels that way because of the affairs he had with women. My mother knows nothing about it, I want to tell her so bad I knew what it will do to her and I did not have the heart to tell her back then. But now I’m trying to find a way to tell her, either way it goes, it going to hurt her in the long run. I don’t want to be a bad son that kept secrets from my mother. Even though I feel that I’m protecting her, but in reality, I’m hurting her more, and that not fair for her to believe that her marriage is sacred. My father has a lot of nerve to do this to her, he knows that I know about the multiple women that he is messing around with because I caught him co
Treasure POV: When Ms. Green told the guy to introduce his self. He spoke that when I found out his name was Harlem. He was not a bad looking guy he stood to be about 6’3 medium built short black curly hair, and brown skin. From his appearance he look like he have this bad boy image about him. I could see why the girls are drooling over him, he carry himself like he don’t have a care in the world. Ms. Green told him to sit by me, and he nodded waling over the enemy seat by me. I could see the girls have not taken their eyes off him. Its only going to be a matter of time before Harlem get suck right into the trap of popularity. When that happen Alana and her girls will dig their claws into him, I would not be surprised right now that they already planning out how to seduce him. It’s not my place to say anything, I just hope that Harlem is smart enough to see through the bullshit. I looked up in front of the class and pay attention to Ms. Green lesson. It was the end of the
Harlem POV: I woke you an hour early, getting ready for school. I did my routine shower, brush my teeth and put my clothes on. I was ready in 20 minutes, I gather my red hoodie and my bag and headed downstairs, the moment I enter the kitchen I wish I could just turn back around. There was my father sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. I looked around to see if my mother was present, before I could say something my father spoke.“ If you are looking for your mother, she is not here. I will take you and Jessika to school this morning.”“ I will rather walk, you can take Jessika to school” I said going into the refrigerator grabbing a bottle of water and a pear.“ Look Harlem, there no need for you to be walking to school. I mean you are familiar with this town yet”“ I can manage, I walked home by myself yesterday I know where the school is at. Excuse me I have to get going”“ When are you going to get over this bullshit ass attitude?”“ Excuse me?”
Charmaine POV: I can’t believe it, I have the hottest boy in my room, and I’m giving him head right as we speak. I hoped that I could get his attention, I became happy that he shows up to my party. Once I’m done sucking him off, I need to come up with a plan to make him mine. I know he told me he not looking for a relationship, but a girl can try. I want to be by his side, and I can get the attention to be honest I’m tired of being in Alana shadow. She always makes it seem that we need her to become popular, also she thinks the world revolves around her what a bitch. I only say around her because she able to get us in to underage clubs, and also giving the best weed that money can buy. Alana thinks just because her father has money that she can do whatever she wants. Unlike her father who only got rich because of a lottery snitch off ticket. My father earns his money by working hard each day, he started from the bottom and work his way up to success. My father deserves every