Chapter 1: Get the Fuck Out

Jazmine DuBois

I looked out the window, at the façade that has become my life. My mom was at her pimp's house, aka her boyfriend, Rahkeem. She was rarely home and when she was she was drunk and badmouthing my father, Thomas DuBois. I haven't seen my father in three years after my mom and him had a falling out, we moved out of Virginia to Camden County, North Carolina. I wasn't able to talk to my father as much as I wanted since he was so busy but that was okay I wasn't as talkative as I once was.

My mom burst through the door, red heels in her hand and hair disheveled. She had a bruise forming on her cheek and a scratch on her thigh.

"Jazmine, go pack your stuff now." She said out of breath.

I rolled your eyes, "What did you do now Sarah?" I placed my hands on my hips. There was no way I was leaving without a good explanation even if this house was shit.

"Not now Jazmine, go pack a bag." She said tossing her heels to the side and heading to the kitchen. There was only one reason my mom would head to the kitchen, her rainy day fund.

With one final roll of my eyes I went upstairs to do what she said. "Bye stupid ass house, it's been real." I muttered, I grabbed my black duffle bag and started putting everything I would need in it, laptop, clothes, underwear, headphones, journal, etc. I then grabbed my emergency backpack which contained, everything I needed to enroll in a new school, five hundred dollars, my birth certificate, insurance card, and Bob Evans employment card. I took out my phone and began texting the little "friends" I had to say goodbye when I heard a pounding on the door.

"SARAH, YOU BITCH ASS MOTHER FUCKING HOE, GET YOUR WHITE ASS OUT HERE NOW! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU HUSBAND FUCKING SLUT"

There was no mistaking Rahkeem's wife's voice. My mom came through my door her small suitcase packed.

"Do you think she is serious?" my mom asked putting a cigarette in her mouth.

"Do you want to stick around and find out?" I asked, sneering at the cigarette.

"Not really." She shrugged, "I'll meet you in the car, go out the back."

I grabbed my stuff heading downstairs and out the back door to the car. I snuck into the passenger side, tossing my stuff in the back. I then saw my mom run out the front door, bullets whizzing pass her, her skimpy red dress riding up enough to see the black lace of her panties. I shook my head, she could have at least changed before doing this shit. She made a beeline to the car, tossed her stuff on me and backed out the driveway so fast I hadn't been able to put my seatbelt on. We were going down the road when the back window shattered.

"That bitch, she has her nerve." My mom exclaimed.

"That's it, I want to live with dad. Do you even know where we are going?" I yelled.

"Oh please like your father would want you. You're a spoiled unappreciative brat." Sarah yelled back.

"Sounds like you're describing yourself Sarah!" I yelled. She slapped me hard. "Pull over." I said. She kept driving.

"PULL THE FUCK OVER SARAH!" She bought the car to a stop and I grabbed my stuff from the back and got out the car slamming it.

"Stop being such a drama queen Jazmine."

"I'm going to go stay with dad, don't call me until you get your life together Sarah and piece of advice, stop fucking married men. Just because your marriage didn't work doesn't mean you have to wreck other people's marriage." I walked away from the car, not even waiting to see if she would drive off. I knew she would this was Sarah we are talking about, she lies and manipulates to get what she wants. I dialed a number I hadn't for a long time.

"Please pick up." I whispered in to the phone.

"Hello Jazmine?" a deep male voice said on the other, end.

"Dad? Hey."

So Review please! Tell me what you think. I wrote this to "Comfort Inn" by Jhene Aik, if anyone wanted to know a little bit of the mood or tone of the story. Whatever. Tell me what you think. I should be out with chapter 2 in a couple of days. I really enjoy writing this story for you all.