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 into a diva overnight and forget about the one person who was there for her, when she was at her worst.
“What do you want Irene?”
“Alana want me to deliver you a message, she told me to inform you she rules this school and you better show her some respect or else”
“ What she going to fight me? because we both know that she can’t throw a punch if her life depend on it. Get out of my fucking way” I said pushing her to the side, Irene ended up falling, having everyone in the room laughing. I just went to sit in the back as usual, I did not have time for other people mess. The teacher came in and started the lesson right away.
At the end of day, I walk out of school, and started walking I did not feel like going home. So, I walked around town, it’s not much to see since the town small. And everybody knows everyone, I walking pass the grocery store “Treasure” I stop and turn around to see that it was Debra Winewood known as the town gossip queen, or the mouth of the south who called my name. What I learn that nothing never gets pass Debra she knows everything, about everyone. I remember a time that she exposes old man Frank dirty secret which he was having an affair with one of the town prostitutes. When word got back to his wife, she came to where they were and beat up Frank and the prostitute to the point they had to stay in the hospital for a week.
Of course Debra kept tabs on Frank, she told everybody after he was release from the hospital his wife kick him out. That is why everybody stay clear from Debra. “Hello Debra, how you been?”
“ I’m fine, I see you are out of juvenile, how was it being up in there? She is walking up to me.”
“Not so bad, but it was no fun in the park if you catch my drift.”
“Of course, I heard horrible stories about being lock up in there , I’m glad you are out. Anyway, have you heard about Dax?”
“No, but I bet you are going to tell me so spit out”
“Well someone had seen Dax leaving out of the motel with one of those prostitutes”
“When you mean someone do you mean you? Look Debra, everyone knows you go around telling everyone business. Anyway, I don’t care what Dax does if my mother doesn’t see it as a problem why should I?”
“I don’t think she knows that why I’m telling you so you can tell her”
“Debra, me and my mother is not on good terms right now, that all you need to know good day” I said walking away.
I continue with my walking, until I went home, the minute I walked into the house. I immediately wanted to walk back out, my mother and Dax was having sex on the couch, and they both was naked. I wanted to throw up, but I quickly walk pass them headed into my bedroom and close the door. I place my bag on the floor, I open my window, went into my bag, and pull out the cigarette and lighter and begin smoking I was trying to get that image out of my mind.
I took three more puffs and put it out as soon as I close my window, my bedroom door burst open in came my mother wearing a robe looking all mad. She turns her nose up at me, and I did the same. One thing that I learn to be away is never let no intimidate you. I look at the person who I call mother, I can see no remorse in her eyes, but then I never expect her to be a mother at all, she just a bitch in my book.
“What do you want?”
“How many times, I have told you not to question me? You have ruin me and Dax special time.”
“Geez do you think I wanted to come home to see you two sick fucks on the couch doing it, I’m trying to get the image out my mind. Thanks a lot, I’m scar for life”
“Listen you little bitch, I’m tired of your smart mouth, if you want to continue to live in my house you better respect me and my boyfriend.”
“I didn’t I had an option, if anything I would rather be on the street then be living up in here with a heartless bitch like you.”
Before I knew I receive a slap from my mother, I felt a sting. It did not phase me because I was in worst pain then this. Nothing had ever been the same since my father abandoned us. My mother felt the need to take her frustrations out on me since I look like him. That when my pain started from the mental abuse, she inflicted on me. I’m paying the price for my father sins. I will not let this tear me down.
“ I’m going to let this one slide, the next time you ever put your hands on me, I’m swear to God that I will beat the living shit out of you, remember I still have a score to settle with you Sylvia” I said with venom.
My mother said nothing else just walked out of my room, I slam the door and lock it. The only thing I can think of right now is that I cannot wait till I graduate and move the fuck out of this town for good. Trust me there nothing here holding me back, there one thing that I will need to do for that to happen I need to get a job.
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
Alana POV: I hate to admit that I’m jealous of Charmaine, it's true that Harlem is sexy as hell, he is sexier than Jackson. I could tell that in no time Harlem will become popular, and I need to have him by my side. I’m tiring of Jackson, I’m getting bored with him, the only reason I kept him around is because of the sex, now that getting boring now he always wants to do the same old boring position and that the missionary position, he always got to be on top just to prove his ego. I have to admit Treasure was right about Jackson having no brains at all, and it took her to say it to have me realize what kind of air head that he is. I don’t see no future with him at all. I need to try something different, since Harlem is brown completion, I believe that his dick is much bigger than Jackson I will have to find out for myself. I could tell that Charmaine had interest in him, I don’t care because I cannot really stand her, I don’t even know why I pull up with her? I remembe
Treasure POV: To my surprise I knew it was only a matter of time that either Alana or one of goons was going to dig their claws into the new boy. Those heifers are honey trappers, all they do is seek the most eligible boys then they lure them in their trap once they are in it’s no going back. I can only imagine what Charmaine did to get Harlem. It’s not my problem all I can do is shake my head, Harlem do not know what he got himself into. I mean he not a bad-looking guy, he looks a lot better than Alana brainless boyfriend who I found out name is Jackson. I can already tell that Alana is attempting to make a claim on Harlem, even though Charmaine have claim as hers. I can already see that this situation is not going end well, this is your typical high school drama. When do anything be normal? High School is like a completion everyone for themselves it either you win or lose. The way I see things is that you have four years to spent here, that enough time to learn people and