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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE BOONDOCKS. I DO OWN SAMMI WILLIAMS AND HER FAMILY.
"Amnesia"
:("This Photograph is Proof (I Know You Know)" by Taking Back Sunday):
And you're noticing nothing again
Now I'm lying on the table
With everything you said
Keeping mind the way that it felt
When the most I could do was to just blame myself
(Yeah, I'm playing that card)
When the most I could do was to just blame myself
And I know you know, everything
I know you didn't mean it
I know you didn't mean it
So, we're talking forever
And you almost feel better
But, betters no excuse for tonight
You see, it's never been enough
Just to leave all you gave up
But, it's never good enough to feel right
Would you like to forget
Drop everything, start it all over
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"Riley? Riley?" her sweetly course voice snapped him into reality. He picked his head up from the window and looked over at her besides him then at the two empty seats on the other side of the isle next to her, "My bad… where the fam at?" Sammi wiped a strand of hair away from her eyes and neatly tucked it behind her ear, "Granddad went to get some pillows or something and I think Huey went to go make sure he doesn't make a fool of himself." Riley yawned, "Oh." He looked out the window and down at the sparkling water. Sammi's eyes looked just like that ocean water. Riley looked over to her as she flipped through her Seventeen Magazine and she glanced back at him, "What, nigga?" She had no memory of what had happened the night of the party, but Riley could recall every detail as if it had happened only hours ago, when it had in fact happened two months ago.
Even though school wouldn't be out until another few months, Sammi decided to pay for herself and the Freeman family to take a trip to Jamaica for two weeks. Considering she had straight A's, Huey had done weeks worth of his college homework in advanced (thanks to his class syllabuses), Riley was never going to graduate with a diploma anyway, and Granddad was bored, they all hoped onto an afternoon one-way flight and thought nothing of it.
"When we gon' get there? I'm tired of sittin' in this damn plane," Riley complained as he slouched down and crossed his arms. "Nigga, you in first class…" Sammi scoffed as she closed her magazine, "And you know we only took the five hour flight with the stop in Miami. We just have another hour and we'll land back home. So stop bitchin'!" She rolled her eyes and opened up her magazine once more. Just as she opened up to her previous page, she stopped and closed it again, "Riley, what are you gonna' do?" He blinked, "Huh?"
"What are you gonna' do in life?" she asked as she turned her aqua eyes onto him. Riley thumbed his nose, "Well, first of all, I'ma get a crew of my own. Then, I'ma become the most renowned street thug. And I'ma write my own raps." Sammi raised an eyebrow at him questionably. "Yous already knew my asp'erations. What you askin' fo'?" he added with his arms crossed. "I don't know," she replied with a shrug, "Just curious." Riley leaned over to her, "Aigh, then. What CHU gon' do wit life, lil' miss I'ma-ask-a-nigga-some-shit-fo'-no-reason?" Sammi rolled her eyes and a small smile played across her face, "Stay with my best friend, of course. We agreed that we're joining a crew together a long time ago." She had in fact asked that question to see how he would react and if his mind was still set in guilt from what happened that day in the park. Riley's face flickered into worry for a moment, but then his eyes lost their softness and he replied, "Aight, but yous best be mo' careful wit how you do thangs, Iceey." She raised an eyebrow, a little surprised. "Every thug has at least one trip to tha hospital. Yous on yo' way to bein' tha first full-time thug in a crew," Riley finished as he leaned back into his chair. Sammi grinned, "Thanks, Esco." Riley "tsk"-ed and looked out the window idly. "I gotta' protect her better when we get in a crew," he thought to himself, "and they can all suck it befo' I let that shit happen to her again."
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"Home sweet home!" Sammi exclaimed as she happily threw her arms in the air and spun around like a ballerina. "Go ahead and just set those bags in the corner there," Granddad instructed the taxicab driver with a weak smile. He removed his coat and set it on the coat hanger, "Well, baby girl, thank you for that lovely vacation." Sammi smiled at Granddad and clasped her hands together, "Of course! Ya'll put up with me almost every day of the week, I eat your food, I drink your drinks, I sleep here… it's the least I could do." Granddad smiled at her and turned to his grandsons, "Why couldn't ya'll have turned out like her? Got her some manners. She know how to treat a ol' man!" Sammi chuckled and the boys just glared at their Granddad. "I'll move your stuff to your room, Granddad," Sammi offered as she picked up his tan suitcase. "Thank you, Sammi, just set them down by my bed and I'll get to unpackin' later," he told her as she started up the stairs. Granddad watched her disappear down the hall before he turned to Riley, "Boy, you oughtta be marryin' that girl." Riley and Huey's eyes widened, "What?!" Granddad looked up to make sure Sammi couldn't hear him, "Riley, that young woman up there is a prize you oughtta be winnin'. And I know damn well that you like her more than you're 'best friend' I always known since ya'll hit puberty that you'd like that sweet little girl. So cut the bullshit and tell that girl how you feel. I want to die at least knowin' you made ONE smart thing in life." Riley just blinked and Huey furrowed his eyebrows. "You the only one I gotta worry 'bout, Riley. Your brother's smart. You be fo' a change," Granddad added in before he headed for the kitchen.
Huey looked over at his brother and raised an eyebrow, "He's right, you know."
"Tsk! Nigga, I don't like her like that!"
"Then why are you always talking about her?"
"Cause she my homie!"
"But she's a GIRL. I thought all girls were hoes to you?"
"Not Sammi! She ain't no hoe! She ALWAYS been a homie! HOMIES OVA' HOES!"
Huey just stared at him, eyebrow still raised. Riley crossed his arms and "hmph"-ed. "If you say so," Huey replied before he headed for the stairs. "HUEY! YOU STILL—" Riley started but Huey cut him off. "A bitch. I know," and he disappeared down the hall.
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:(Sammi's P.O.V):
After I put Granddad's suitcase in his room, I went back down to grab my bags and put them in "my room." I actually keep all my clothes and possessions in their house even though my family's house is only down the street. But I don't like staying at my house much… the only people there are the servants, Norrington, and my little brother. I'm not really needed around there anyway… the Freeman house makes me feel so much more welcome and like I'm a part of the family. Honestly, Kiel, my little brother, fits in perfectly. He's a spoiled brat and always gets his way. My mother finally got her "perfect child." And it's not like Kiel misses me at all. He doesn't like me and enjoys bossing me around. And sure, I love Norrington, he's like a dad to me, but I just can't stand that house! I do call him to chat and catch up though.
As for my real father… he's dead. Turns out he had called me many times before to say his good-byes and tell me he loved me… but my mother told the phone company to block all his calls. Then, when Norrington was going through our evening mail, he spotted a letter for me from my dad. My mom knew I always wanted to live my dad instead of her and since she LOVED to make my life a living hell, she MADE SURE I lived with her majority of my life. I never escaped until I met the Freeman family. For that, I'm grateful.
I was just finishing unpacking my bags when Riley knocked on my door and came in. "That was some trip, huh Riley?" I smiled as I folding my last item and tucked it away in a drawer. Riley plopped down on my bed and crossed his arms behind his head, "Yeah. It was coo'." I laid down beside him and folded my hands in my lap, "We should go on trips more often." From the corner of my eye, I saw Riley look at me. "Yeah," he replied as he looked up again.
:(Riley's P.O.V):
It mighta' looked like I was all calm an' shit, but I was really tryin'a keep myself from thinkin' 'bout what Granddad told me or even what happened 'tween me and Sammi. She don't 'member, tho'. But I think I WANT her ta 'member what happened. Damn, I wish she wouldn'ta lay down wit me like that…
And befo' I knew it, her head was on my chest an' she had her eye closed. "Riley," she said to me in one'a her sof'est voices eva'. "Yeah?" I was tryin' real hard not'ta let my voice crack or some embarrasin' shit. "What happened at the party? I've been having this weird dream-memory-thing that I was… with someone."
I almos' choked and cleared my throat so she wouldn't notice nothin'. "Naw, I was watchin' you the whole time. Didn't do nothin' but drink and dance," ok, so I lied… what was I s'pposed ta do? Tell her, "Oh, yeah, we had sex cause you was drunk and I could'a stopped ya since you wasn't thinkin' right but I didn't." HELL NAW! I would'a told her but then I saw on tha T.V that some trick got sent to jail cause he had sex with a drunk hoe and it was rape or some shit. I don't wan'er think' I went an RAPED her! So I just decided ta keep it secret.
:(Sammi's P.O.V):
"Aight," I replied, "Thanks, Esco." We were silent for a few moments before Riley sat up and I moved out of his way. "Yeah, well I gotta go unpack," he said to me and he seemed a bit shifty for some reason, but I figure he was just tired from the trip. "Oh, yeah, ok!" I smiled at him and he just waved as he walked out of my room and shut the door.
:(End):
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"Hey, Huey," Sammi started as she glided into the living room. Huey was sitting on the couch reading his paper, as always, "Yeah?" Sammi jumped down beside him and lowered his paper from his eyes. Huey raised an eyebrow at her and glared. "Does Riley still get nightmares?" Huey sighed and folded up his paper before answering, "I don't know. Last time I know for sure that he had one was before I moved out." Sammi sighed lightly, "Oh… well, thanks anyway. When are you leaving again, by the way?" Huey unfolded his paper and brought it to his eyes, "Two days."
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It was a little chilly out and Riley threw his white hood over his head solemnly as he walked on the gray sidewalk to wherever his feet would lead him. His hands were in his pockets and he just stared up at the sky with his deep olive eyes. He had no idea how long he'd been walking, but a quick look at his surroundings showed he was in the home of thugs, night prostitutes, and dealers. But it wasn't such a bad place; after all, it was only Downtown Woodcrest.
"Riley Escobar," a deep, brooding voice made him stop in his tracks. "Who's askin'?" Riley replied as he pulled his hands out of his pockets in case he needed them to fight. "Relax, I'm not here to cause trouble. But I've heard some shit about you. I've been implored to take you to my crew leader," the man said. Riley raised an eyebrow and turned to the man. He was wearing a black beanie along with an all black get-up and he hand a massive silver skull hanging from his chain. "What crew we takin' 'bout?" Riley asked cautiously. There were a few that didn't want Riley in the streets because they thought of him as a threat. He had to be careful who he went with. "The Arsenic Grims," was his reply and Riley's eyes widened.
So, this is the glorious start to what was mentioned in the chapter "Time Capsule: Part One" of "Under The red Sky."
I hope ya'll like it so far!
R & R!
Fin