I'm back. Once again, thank you sooo much for everyone who reviewed, alerted, or even gave this story the time of day. It means so much to a girl like me. J It warms my little fourteen old heart. Oops. TMI? . (I hope you still respect me) Oh well, enjoy!
Warning: Total oocness! You've been warned. Hopefully it's still believable.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boondocks.
February 30, 2008
"Jazmine, we will always love you, and you know that. Not once have we ever regretted having you. But lately, you've been out of control. This is not the Jazmine everyone knows. Quite frankly, sweetie, you've become a… well… monster," her mother, Sarah said shaking her head.
"Monster", Jazmine blinked. So now she was some sort of savage to them?
"Which is why," Tom concluded, "We think it's best for you to stay with Aunt Patrice for awhile. We think she can help you more than we can."
Jazmine stood in the center of the kitchen, fist clutched closely to her side. The silence gave each member of the Dubois family time to think of the decision that was well thought over and debated for just about a week now. Angry green irises burned fiercely into sympathetic brown ones, as she looked at her father, in pure disgust.
How many times had she defended him, pretending that he had the charisma of a superhero and not the backbone of a squid? How many times had this same man, who was carelessly sending her away, called her his little princess? The same princess, who he'd promised to always love and be there for.
"I can't believe you're sending me to a woman who already has five kids, yet can barely afford to feed three people. This is completely irresponsible and outrageous! You are dumping your responsibilities on someone else! Please, mother, father, enlighten me, on how Aunt Patrice can help me, when she can't help herself. Am I that fucked up, that you an just throw me away like some head case?" Jazmine fumed.
Her mother's mouth formed a perfect "o" while her father's jaw was currently glued to the floor.
"Jazmine Dubois, you watch your tone, do you understand me?"
"Your mother is right. And don't you dare flip this on us, young lady. You brought this on yourself. I swear, I just don't know where I went wrong. You were so perfect," Tom ranted, on the verge of tears.
"First of all, I'm not perfect. I was never perfect. Secondly, this is not about you, so you don't have to worry about thinking that you influenced anything. Sorry that I didn't live up to your standards. You know, I took a lot of shit from people for too long. Not. Ever. Again. Take me or leave me, but I will not go to Aunt Patrice because my parents are two bitches in the matter," Jazmine exhaled, apathetically. The subtleness of her stance, and the hardness of her glare showed, she was not to be played with.
Slap.
With the raise of a brown hand, calloused fingers subconsciously met with Jazmine's face. Before anyone could get out any words, her reflexes kicked in.
… And with one swift knee to the groin, her father hit the floor, clutching his manhood.
Wait, what had just happened?
Sarah kneeled down, helping her yelping husband up. "Jazmine, what the hell is happening to you these days?" Sarah asked.
Jazmine thought a moment. "Reality."
"That was your last straw missy! I love you, and that's why, I'm getting you the help you need. You'll thank me later," Sarah barked, raising her voice for the first time today.
"But mom, he hit me first, that's a form of abuse!"
"You both went too far. This is absolute craziness. Jazmine was out of hand, but Tom that was no reason, and I mean no reason to hit her. Especially across the face. And Jazmine, you kneed your own father in the most sensitive spot on his body. Now everyone sit down now! We will discuss this as a family, and not behave as beasts! Do you hear me?" Sarah cried uncontrollably, her anger never quivering.
Tom inhaled deeply, his eyes imitating his daughters as they turned to slits.
"Pack your bags Jazmine. You are going to Patrice's, and that's final. Unless you have somewhere else to live."
Jazmine turned on her heel before quickly pivoting back to face her father.
"Actually, I do. Matter of fact, I don't have to pack my bags. Where I'm going all of that stuff can be replaced. All I need to do is make one phone call, and I'm gone. For good," she intimidated.
"I've tried. I will always love you, but obviously, you've made up your mind. You know where we are, when you need us. Sometimes you have to make mistakes on your own. So I'll let you go. Do what you must," Tom replied, making his way up the steps.
The room suddenly had a sickening presence. Now all that was left was the infamous mother-daughter talk.
"Jazmine please. You're making a terrible mistake. You're on this horrible path, and the consequences are deadly. Lying, sneaking out, doing God knows what, coming in a day late. And you still never told us why you are coming in with absurd amounts of money. We love you, and only want what's best for you. Why can't you see that, before it's too late?" "Mom, I love you, but it's time I leave. I can stand on my own, and no offense, but I don't need you guys anymore. I have Jimmy and he and I have our plan all figured out. Besides, he's taking over the family business. He's been following in his father's footsteps for years, and plans on making me his wife." Jazmine smiled, however, the feelings weren't mutual.
Sarah shook her head in disapproval.
"I thought you'd be happy for me mom. You and dad were young when you met, and no one could tell you anything. It's the same!," Jazmine cried.
Sighing, Sarah embraced her only child. " I can't tell you how to live your life. I can only warn you, which I will always do. I love you honey. We love you, and don't you forget it. But please, don't go on a path of destruction, because that's where your headed. Goodbye."
"Goodbye, she replied back, kissing her mother's cheek. And with that, she grabbed her coat and cell phone, headed for the door.
"Jimmy, I'm ready to move in."
November 5, 2010
"Well rise and shine sweetheart. Long night, huh," an unfamiliar voice asked in a sickening cheery tone. It took several blinks for Jazmine to gain her full vision, and she wasn't too happy at the first sight she saw.
Pale green walls.
She'd ended up in the hospital. But how, why, and when did-
Oh, the fire.
From the looks of it, she wasn't in a psychiatric ward, which was a good thing. Perhaps they thought the fire was an accident.
"Hi I'm Caroline, and I'll be your nurse," a heavy set black woman with a blonde close cut shave, grinned.
"Hmph. How nice. Listen, how long am I going to be here? And can somebody please get me some pain medicine because my head is killing me," Jazmine rolled her eyes, attitude present in her voice.
"I don't know when you leavin' honey, 'cuz you just got here last night. And as for the painkillers, I'm not sure if I can give you that right now," Caroline hissed back. She was tired of being nice to ungrateful patients who caught attitudes for no apparent reasons.
"And just why the hell not, Caroline?" Jazmine growled, saying her name as if it tasted disgusting.
"Listen. I've done nothing to you, okay? So all of this attitude you're giving me is completely unnecessary. Like I don't have problems of my own. And as I was saying I cannot give you pain medicine because as of right now, you're a Jane Doe, meaning, we don't have a name, address or any other information on you. For all we know, you can be allergic, addicted to pain medicine, or-" the nurse ranted on, proving her point to a very irritated Jazmine.
"Fine, you want my name, you got it. Inessa Kharine O'Day. Now, please, my head is killing me," Jazmine huffed, clutching the back of her head. She would've told the lady her name sooner, if she'd known.
She remembered when she had her name legally changed from Jazmine Dubois to Inessa Kharine O'Day. It was around about the time she had moved from Woodcrest, to Houston Texas, with Jimmy. About two years ago. He made her stomach churn. Even though she hadn't killed him, she wished she was the one to do it. He had turned her into this monster. A heartless bitch to be exact. Nothing more, nothing less.
That had been almost four months sago, and it replayed freshly in her mind every night. When she wasn't feeling the hurt of missing Huey, she felt the anger of gaining Jimmy.
It was all clutter in her mind. Now she had to deal with a damn doctor. If anything she hated, it was nosy people.
"Hello," an Asian man with a long ponytail asked.
"I'm doctor Aquino. Now do you mind telling me why you're here?"
This was gonna be a long day.
m yeah that's it. update. Okay, okay I know that was probably like my WORST CHAPTER EVER! I'm so sorry. I had to get back into writer mode.I pronise better chapters. To me, I feel like right now this story is all over the place. If it's confusing, just let me know, and i'll clear things up, even though they'll be better cleared up on later chapters. Constructive critism is welcomed. (Be very honest, and point out what I can do better)Thanks. Update soon.