Blablob at 22:02, 4 November 2009

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I went inside the house, and my dad was on the phone. His conversation went like "HAHAHAH! Not on Wednesday's...........I know. I just don't..........of course not. I'm not married" With this he gave me the evil eye. The jack-ass. He was trying to get involved in another relationship without letting it seem like it was "another" relationship. "Well, why don't you come on over. you got my address, don't you?.....Okay, well, as I said, I have a son, and he can be a pain in the ass so just be careful.......Okay......I love you too, Tony."

I went into my bedroom, and just closed the door. Damn. How could things get like this? How could, in 1 week, it go from having a neighber, a best friend, a mother, and a descent father--to going to none of that? I mean, Alex is, and always will be, my best friend. We're just not connecing right now. We've just got big things going through our lives.

So I whip out my cellphone that I keep in my drawer everyday--I don't bring it to school--but it was gone. And where it used to be was a note. ''Dear, Johny: I'm sure you're wondering where your phone is. Well, since your mother is dead, and I am the only one bringing in money, which pays hardly anything, I did what only I could do. I sold it. You wouldn't believe what they would pay for a cell around here. Anyway, I used that money to buy me some weed. Please understand that, this is just to help me. I love you, and I always will. P.S: You better NEVER touch my phone, or I'll beat your ass. Love dad.''

On Saturday, I decided to put aside my anger with Alex and go see him. Although we weren't as close, it didn't mean we were enemies.

I knocked on the door, and some tall, black guy opened the door, with music, and and about 20 people inside. "What'chu want, bitch?" He said to me.

"I was just here to see Alex."

"Who that?"

"Alex...this is his home, right? Me and him always hang out....He's a little short...."

"OH, right. Damn, son. You too late. His ass is gone, now."

"What do you mean?"

"He say he be leaving and going to live somewhere else."

"Why didn't you stop him?"

"He ain't ma fuckin' child!"

"Well, where are his parents?"

"Cracker, they been dead for years. So now it's us who take care of him."

Wow. No wonder Alex turned out like he did.

"Is it always like this at your house?" I ask.

"Naw. We short on beer, so it ain't much of a party. Do me a favor, aight? Take this $100 bill, and go to that house over there..." he points to an old-looking house as he puts the money in my hand. "There be a man there. Just give him the cash, and tell him it's from a Kaiyeef. He'll know what it means." And I say okay, but he says one last thing. "And nigga, you betta not fuckin' steal ma money, cause I know where you live, and I'll come fuck you up you do this to me. Peace." Then he closed the door.

Well, I certainly wasn't gonna spend the money on that place. What if I'm raped? I know these people are capable of that shit. But then, what if Kaiyeef comes to my house for not buying it? And he most likely will. But then, I can't give it back to him. That would be great disrespect--on top of not buying his shit for him--so I'll prolly get my ass kicked by 5 guys at once. And I can't buy it at the store, I'm underage. And if I give it to my dad, he'll just keep it and not bother to spend it on what I want, or need rather.

My dad. He's become the one thing he killed David for. He is a jack-ass. The things he's done recently, selling my cellphone, getting engaged again without making it look like it's "again", threatening me just because he is the father.

With all this in mind, I did the one thing I could do.

I ran away.

''To be continued...''

[[Chapter 7: Run to point A]]

[[Chapter 7: Run to point B]]

[[Chapter 7: Run to point C]]
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Blablob at 22:02, 4 November 2009