I'm back, with another chapter and the build up of plot. It'll be pretty weird since I'm on my own without much pre-written work anymore. But you will learn a bit of Robin, Jordan, and Amir's past. P.S, I don't own crap but my OC's and what not. Listen to Demi Lovato's; For the Love of a Daughter.
Robin's P.O.V
...flashback...
It was the bottles, the bottle that got my Father. Her drank most nights and worked at a bar. He was a very tall, charming, and strong man. He was bald with a Goatee, he looked kinda like Common [The singer], but more muscular and had the same complexion as me and his eyes were grey,...or were they hazel,...I don't really know since my Dad wore contacts and thought it was funny when I asked him his eye color.
"Come on Dad, just tell me and stop beating around the bush. What color are your eyes?" I whined with a pout. I had inherited my Mother's eyes, so I couldn't chuckled and looked up from his newspaper. He was most likely to read it sometimes, or he would just watch a bunch of car shows."Hehahaha, they're the color of my heart"
"Sooo, they're red. You can't have red eyes unless,...*gasps* you're not sick or something are you" He chuckled again.
"Nooo, I'm just fine sweetheart," He returned his eyes to his newspaper.
"Then you're being poetic again?" He nodded at me and I glared.
"God, You're such a fuddy-duddy" I crossed my arms.
"Don't use the Lord's name in vain. And besides, you should stop glarin' like that or your face just might freeze up like that" He pointed a finger at me.
"And you should stop pointing,...its rude" I move his finger away from me.
"*Huffs*, yo' mamma needs ta' stop teachin' yall all those damn rules and manners. But anyway, why don't you fetch your dear old Dad a Blue liquor and Orange juice mix,...please"
"Okay" I mumble. My Father would always make me do stuff for him. My Mom said he was taking advantage, but I denied it. I loved him, and was just trying to be a good daughter. When I suggested he stop drinking so much, he got mad and yelled at me, so I never asked again. He would come home drunk sometimes and smash empty beer bottles on the ground. We all hated it when he did that, he'd never hurt us, but he was weird when he was drunk. He would argue with my Mother and leave out of the house after that, maybe for a whole day or 2. But the last fight was different.
"That's it, If you're gonna Drink at least stop making your daughters' your slave and coming home un-sober. I'm sick of cleaning up broken beer bottles. I don't want the whole damn neighborhood seeing this" She shouted.
"So what, you're embarrassed by me, at least I'm not forcing our kids to have manners, when are you gonna let them act like real kids. One of them ain't even mine." I had my back to the door and I could hear them yell.
"You know what, I'm going to my Sister's House" My Mother never left her house, it was always Dad.
"Fine, whatever." My Father grumbled and went into the kitchen. The next morning, I found him sitting at the table and his head on the table.
"Dad?" My sister shook him and he groaned a bit.
"Oh, hey Pumpkin, morning" He kissed her head. He'd never done that to me before, but I didn't like nor care." Can you go get me my special O.J from out the Fridge, thank you" He said. By special, he meant added it with alcohol.
"Okay!" She chirped and went to the Fridge. I walked out from behind the wall and up to him.
"Oh Hi, sweetheart" He rubbed my hair.
"You should stop doing this. I heard that you could get Alcohol poisoning." I said sadly.
"I don't want you to be poisoned" My sister said next to me with the carton in her hand.
"I'm not and I won't be, gosh, just like your Mother" He glared a bit and took the carton from her hand.
"Well if being concerned about your health is like being a Mother, then fine. If you choose to Drink your heart out and refuse to put the bottle down for the love of your daughters, Fine. We're going to Suga mama's house until Mommy comes Home" I grab my sister's hand and went to spend the night over there. My Mom picked us up and took us Home. Mom found a letter on the counter, I didn't get to read what was on it because she ripped it up into shreds and trashed it. It was too ripped up to put back together.
''He's not coming back, so move from that window" My mom said bitterly as I stood in front of the window for the 9th time this week.
"Yes he is, he just went out again. He'll come back, he loves us." I turned to her.
"No, HE'S NOT COMING BACK, FOR GOOD. HE DOESN'T LOVE US, WE WERE HIS CHARITY AND YOU WERE HIS SLAVE. CAN'T YOU GET IT FROM OUT YOUR NAIVE HEAD, HE NEVER CARED. SO MOVE FROM OUT THAT DAMN WINDOW" She barked and made me winced, then slapped me across the head. I sat on the ground crying, it was all my fault.
...end flashback...
"Oh, here comes my Daddy" I snap out of my thoughts when I see a Man come out of a blackish-blue Car. He was a cheerful looking Black man who looked like he never got into a fight in his life. He wore a light blue Polo, tucked into his Khaki brown pants. He had a Caramel covered complexion and chocolate-brown eyes. His Dark brown hair was cut to his head, with a square hairline. He did have some nice cheek bones, no lie.
"Hi sweetheart, whose your friend?" He said in a cheerful voice, I cringed when he said Sweetheart.
"This is Dani, but her real name is Danielle. Can she come over please?" Jazmine beamed.
"Well, If her parents don't mind, I don't see the harm." He smiled. Jazmine was about to say something, but I spoke first.
"No, they're fine with it, I called them" I lied. Jazmine paused, but I stared innocently.
"Okay, well my name is Tom Dubois and I'm a lawyer." He crotched down to his knee.
"Wait what kind, My dad always told me to stay away from the prosecutor's because they put all our Brotha's and Sista's in jail" I step back. "Hehehehe, No, I'm a Defense attorney, I just transferred over not too long ago."
"Oh, okay that's Fine, I guess," I shrugged. And we got into his car, it felt weird getting into a stranger's car, but It'll help me take in more surroundings. So, I stare out my window for a the ride.
"So how did you 2 meet?" He asked, but I still look out the window. "Oh Daddy, She rescued me from some mean ole girls and cheered me up. She's very nice, tell'em Dani" I turn to face her cheerful look.
"Wow, really. That's great, it's good to have friends like that around. So Danielle, when did you move here, where do you live,... if you don't mind my asking" He said casually.
"Oh, we're just staying at a Hotel for temporary conditions. So we won't be staying too long. We originally live in Philadelphia, well in the nicer area of it. But it's nice to come to a place like this, it is quite refreshing. I've never seen many white people in my life. I've met many religions and races, but never really white people." I said nervously and Jazmine gave me a funny look. It was true, although I was shy, people from all over came to my school and I was always picked to show them around. Like really Miss Charles, it's 30 different nigga's up in here and I'm the special nigga, okay I see how she do.
"Wow, you seem really diverse in your community."
"Yes, people find me a bit charming and hang around me for support. But I've never seen someone like Jazmine before. I mean, green eyes and tan skin, especially with that hair. Man, Now that's something special. No mean to make you uncomfortable, but I like people who are different" I shrug at the last part with a small curve of my lip.
"Awwe, isn't that nice. You are quite something, Oh we're here" Tom said as we pull up in a drive-way to a beautiful house. It was tall with nice cream walls and a red-tiled roof, it even had a porch.
"Wooow, your house is beautiful, Jazmine." I was slightly jealous, this house looked bigger than mines yet only 2 people lived here. Like,...bruh...fucked up shit. I was the first to get out the car, I kinda felt like a little kid again when I stepped onto the grass. Their lawn was beautiful and-Ompf. I fell right onto it.
"Danielle are you okay?" I heard someone said. There was a pause before I sat up and laughed off my embarrassment.
"Yeah, Imma bit clumsy. I kinda got 2 left feet" I rub the back of my head. I notice a House right across the street. It was almost the same, yet more urban and less isolated. In one window, up on the high left side. I saw a Boy, he had a scold on his face, beautiful mocha skin, mahogany{Maroon is pink you guys, mahogany and rust are their eyes, I looked it up. So don't hate me.} eyes glistened in the sun rays, and his most prominent feature was his Lion mane of Dark brown Kinky hair. He didn't notice my staring, his eyes were averted downwards, to what I think is a book or he just might be,...*gags* nevermind.
I quickly turn my eyes back to the 2 Dubois."It's okay, we all have faults and mines just so happens to be that I'm clumsy. It's still shocks me how I don't have a ton of scratches. And I also have the tendency to ramble on and on-" I quickly stop to see that I was rambling on."...sorry.." I mumbled and tugged on my sleeves. Usually, when I'm comfortable around friends I talk a lot. And when I'm nervous, I tug on my sleeves.
"It's okay, but you should be more careful next time" He advised me like I'm his daughter. I give a slight nod and rose to my feet. We turn to walk but Jazmine grabs the wrist of my Green Old Navy Hoodie.
"Why did you lie to my Daddy when you said you got permission to come over?" She asked as I turned around with a sympathetic look which made me feel guilty.
"I didn't really lie, Look my parents don't really care what I do as long as I can handle my self. And maybe one day I can explain to you why that is, but I don't know you like that yet" I explain simply.
"Hey, Robert" We both snap our heads in an Older gentleman's direction. Wait is that,...it is, from the grocery store yesterday. Awe shit, I thought I wasn't gonna see that nigga again.
"Oh hi Tom, little baby and...Danielle" Awe snap, he recognized me. He came towards me in disbelief, okay Dani, play it cool.
"Uh,..Hi " I waved nervously.
"Robert, you know Danielle" Tom asked in a funny look.
"Yeah, lil' Baby here helped me with my groceries" He smiled warmly at me and rubbed my hair.
"Oh Tom you're Home, Hi sweetie, Hi...Danielle" Oh my fucking God, . actually, I knew I remembered that last name did sound familiar... Fucking fuckerson.
"Hi Honey, you know Danielle too?" Too much mass hysteria.
"Yeah, I helped her and her Brother and Sister to Wunclear Hotel yesterday" I felt like I wanted faint.
"Oh hello ." I gave a curt wave.
"Okay what's going on?" Jazmine asked me.
"OOOOO, Now this all makes sense. This is your mixed Daughter, your husband, and your neighbor. It is an odd way of meeting but I guess I should explain" I explain some more on what happened and apologize for the confusion. Yet, keep up on my act, I felt like I was acting 2-faced, but ignored it.
"Oh it seems like you're just meeting everyone here, huh?" smiled at me.
Quick Huey's P.O.V
I sat there, reading one of my very informational texts on slavery and unfair working restraints. Not too long ago, we finally found a way to get out of debt and our 'working labor' contract. Let's just say I hacked into the computer and destroyed all the copies that bonded us to it. Snuck into their office and burned down the official original copies and kind of destroyed their mansion and put 8 guards in the hospital, but hey, we got our freedom back, but for how long.
I felt like someone was staring at me, but I ignored the feeling. Well, until I heard voices from outside and across the street. I looked up from my book and out the window. I saw my Grandad, Tom, Sarah, Jazmine, and someone else. I couldn't tell who it was because they stood directly behind Grandad, But I could see their hand and arm extended and bent at the elbow. The hand looked familiar, from here I could see her perfect white tips, like she never chewed on her nails. Her skin was almost the same as mine, and that green sleeve. I looked closer and moved my head over. I could see a bit of medium length Brown hair if held in the light, but in the shade it looked a bit dark brown, I could also see her tight light washed jeans, and the left orangish-brown Timberland on her foot. But that hand was significant. Then I had a flashback to the dream I had yesterday.
I was still trying to figure out its meaning. Do I help her and let it backfire onto myself, Or did it mean, I help her but fail miserably. But that whole Jazmine thing just might-, oh wait, Grandad is walking back to our house with a wave and a fake smile. I could see her now. Her Amethyst eyes glittered in the sun, a small invisble smile on her face, she was a bit skinny, but not like a stick. Her hair was out and reached her collar-bone, and her hoodie was green and from Old Navy, and I could tell she had a backpack on and it was yellow. I stared at her, trying to decode her. She seemed polite and nice, but something seemed a bit weird and mysterious.
She tugs on Jazmine's sleeve with a warm smile. I read her lips 'Come on, Jazmine. We can play whatever you want, since it's your house'.'Oh, let's play Tea party' Jazmine mouthed back and practically dragged her into her house. I decide not to trust her and head downstairs to investigate.
"Grandad, who was that girl you were talking to?" I was walking down the stairs when Grandad entered.
"Who, you mean Jazmine?" He asked blankly.
"No" I said.
"Oh you mean Tom" Okay, now he was just playing around.
"No Grandad, the girl with the Amethyst eyes and green hoodie" I specify for him, as I pinch the bridge of my nose quickly.
"Well damn boy, what are you?, A private investigator." He starts off with a huff."But if you must know, That little girl was Danielle. She helped me with my groceries yesterday, And apparently she meet Tom and Sarah not too long ago. And she's over there with Jazmine, having a play date." He informed.
Danielle? Hmmmm, "Is that all?, Do you know where she lives, Last name, Traits, anything?" I insist.
"She lives at that Wunclear Hotel with her Brother and Sister. No last name, but she seems polite and nice enough, unlike you 2...Hey, why are you soo interested in her, Don't tell me you think she's...cute..."
"No Grandad, Look, I had a dream about her yesterday night that I told you about. And you know how things happen to us at any given moment, and this could be one of them." I explain blankly.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But didn't I tell you that you were just having a wet dream,...that reminds me, I need to give you the talk soon" He said and went into the kitchen.
"It wasn't a wet dream, that's the girl from my dream and-"
"Oh hush Boy, if you're so interested in her, go talk to her yourself. Now I don't want to hear about this dream anymore, understand" He turned his back to me and starts pulling out ingredients for Tonight's dinner. I sigh as I give up and look out the window. Who is that girl?
Robin's P.O.V
"Miss Wellington, my dear, how has the Husband been?" I said in a fake snotty voice and raised my teacup to my lips.
"Oh, he's just fine, Dar-link" Jazmine said in a fake voice. We were all in Jazmine's room, it's theme was pink and yellow, but mostly pink. We sat at a pink table and sat with 3 stuffed animals, including my Waynie-Bear. We wore fake Boas, sunhats, and Sunglasses.
"Are you sure, I heard he robbed a bank on Ester Street last week, is that true?" I say in a suspicious low voice.
"Maybe he did, maybe he didn't" Miss Wellington said in a drool voice.
"Oh,so you don't know then?"
"Oh I know, but it is none of your business"
''Why? We're all ladies here?"
"Okay fine he did-"
"Aha, I was wearing a wire, and you are going to jail for holding information" I stood up with a jump.
"You'll never take me alive copper" Miss Wellingtion fake attacks me and we topple to the floor.
"Back up, requesting back-up" I call and Jazmine prys her off me. We both giggle like 2 little girls,...because we are.
"Hahaha, I've never played Tea party Investigator before" Jazmine said.
"Yea, we always have random twists on our games. So,... what do you want to play next?" I asked as I sit up.
"Hmmmm,...I don't know" I think a bit.
"Do you have any video games?" I ask and she nods. We remove our Fancy gear and make our way downstairs.
"Hiya Mr Dubois, /Hi Daddy" We say as we walked past his office.
"Hehehe, hi girls" He smiles and waves at us a bit before returning to his work. We went down into the livingroom and check out her game collection.
"*Gasps* You have 'Micheal Jackson the Experience', we should totally play this." I hold up the game in amazement.
"Really? I've never played it with anyone before. You like Micheal Jackson?"
"Hell yeah, he's the 'King of Pop' and his moves are awesome" I get up and do the moonwalk and do that leaning thing he does in 'Smooth criminal', and top it off with his pelvic thrust.
"Hahaha, you're really good. Let's play" She compliments and puts the disk in. We play 'Dirty Diana, Ghost, Leave me alone, Smooth Criminal, and Mother Nature', before we get tired. We sit in chairs by the window, panting.
'Thump'
It sounds like a basketball hit a basket. I look outside to see 4 kids, right across the street playing basketball. I see Chrissy, Sammy, Cindy, and some Urban black boy.
"Who's that?" Jazmine says in amazement at Sammy.
"My Half-brother Sammy, he's half mexican. And remember my half-asian sister Chrissy. Do you know that Cindy girl and who is that boy?" I ask. She explains that they live around here and says that his name is Riley and he has a brother named 'Huey', must've been the one from the window, and he lives with . I explained how I met Cindy. We turn to the window and Sammy stops to look at us, and gives a devilish smile before sticking his tongue out.
"Hey!" I stick my tongue out and do my eyes in a funny way. Jazmine starts laughing. All of the 3 kids across the street look puzzled but they saw me. All of a sudden it was a showdown. My sister used her finger to out stretch her lips and widen her eyes. Then my Brother pulls one eyelid and lifts up his shirt with a finger on his nipple.
"Jazmine, back me up" Jazmine presses her face to the glass and I pat my hands on my pelvic telling them to 'suck my dick'. They both crack up. Sammy dumb self gonna pelvic rape the ground and flick his tongue all around.
'Nigga stop, that's gay' My sister playfully kicked him to the ground and we all burst out laughing.
"Hey, what's so funny in here?" poked her head in the doorway in the middle of our faces. I fluttered my fingers above my head and did my eyes in a weird way. Jazmine pulled down both eyelids and flicked her tongue out.
"Just messing around with my sibling's, they're across the street." We stop and pokes her head out with us. The sad thing was Amir flinging his pelvic all around and my sister was acting like a dolphin, those other 2 kids were on the ground dying. When they saw , they quickly scrambled to get and awkwardly rubbed their heads and blushed. gave a chuckle.
"Oh I see they've met Cindy and Riley" She said.
"Yeah, we're going outside to play with them. Come on Dani" Jazmine got up and I followed behind her outside.
"Oh okay, be safe and watch out for cars" She called and we said goodbye as we closed the door. It was silent for a moment before Jazmine spoke.
"Soooo, what about this Sammy 'guy', he seems nice." She said.
"Eh, he wasn't at first, let me explain" I said.
...flashback...
It was back when we were 6. A boy moved in next door, but I didn't see him the first day because I had went to my Suga mama's barbaque. I was outside playing football with Diamond, Jacob, and Hakeem. We paused for a break and Sammy came outside and sat quietly on his porch and watched us.-
...pause flashback...
"Wait, I thought he was your brother and you lived together." Jazmine said. I almost forgot about our mission and lies.
"Yeah, but he didn't live with us and I didn't know we were related at the time ,...basically my mother was a whore. Now let me finish. Gosh"
...resume flashback...
Anyway, he had sat there for 4 minutes before we invited him to our game. He seemed shy and nice. The we met his little 4-year-old brother, And don't ask about him, I'm about to get to that. So in time we became close and always nice to him. But he acted...mean... around me. He'd tug on strands of my hair, slap me on the butt, and tease me about my clothes. But I thought none of it, and still remained friendly. Then one day, Sammy was pinning me to the ground, we were 8. His brother told him to stop, he did but told his brother to mind his business.
"Don't worry, he like you a lot" He told me and helped me to my feet. All 3 of us including my sister started walking home. Amir stopped to tease and my sister pushed him off me with a laugh. We didn't realize that his brother kept walking in on a red light and ...got hit by a car. It was tragic, he died on impact. Sammy was never the same after that, he kept quiet and became depressed. It was just him and his Dad. I tried everything to cheer him up, but he pushed me away.
"Come on, being depressed isn't going to change anything." I moped.
"How would you know, you haven't lost anyone" He said darkly as we sat in his livingroom, and dryly watched T.V.
"I've lost a dog once, Her name was Dame. But she got hit by a car too and it didn't stop" I said sadly.
"I said someone, not something...and it's your fault this happened. Maybe if you weren't there, he would still be here. It's all your fault and you're dead to me." He shot at me with an angry scold. I felt like I was about to cry but it turned into anger quickly.
"Dame was someone, a living breathing creäture like you and I. And my fault, nigga maybe if you didn't tease me like the bully you are, we could've stopped him. I'm just trying to help you out, the person you should be blaming is yourself. Don't go throwing stones when you have a glass house"I marched bitterly out the house, although I felt guilty afterwards. 3 months went by without him, I went to the grave with red roses and prayed over his grave. Sammy came behind me and was acting shy.
"S-sorry for what I said,...You were just trying to help. And I shouldn't have teased you,...It ...it was all my fault."He cried.
"No, don't say that, it was no one's fault. What happened to your brother was an accident. Sometimes good people get hurt." I comforted him.
"Yeah,...and it's not fair. And it's not fair that I teased you, I just wanted to make friends, and people liked it when I messed with you, and I thought you didn't mind...I'm sorry" He mumbled.
"S'okay, shoulda said something about it. Come on, let's go be happy,...it's something that your brother would've always wanted" I said.
...end flashback...
Jazmine looked at me with tears in her eyes and her fists were besides her face as her lip quivered.
"Please don't tell him I told you, it's a sensitive topic and he'll probably beat me up if he knew." I stop her and wipe away her tears. She nods her head, "But how did you know he was his brother?"
"He looked kinda like my mother and that was suspicious of my father, so he got us s DNA tested. The results set off a crazy fight and it blew over 5 months later. His father went to jail and we got custody of him" I made up a good lie.
"Oh" She said lowly and we met the four kids. It went crazy when Jazmine busted out crying and clung onto Sammy.
"Sorry, I told her the story of Dame" I quickly pull Jazmine into a one arm hug and gave a sheepish look. All kids gave me a funny look and she sniffed into my hoodie.
"O-kay anyway" Riley rolled his eyes and looked towards my sister."You still hav' ta' admit you cheated, last round"
"No I didn't, so quit your bitchin' 'cause I didn't cheat"
"You kinda did Rissy" Cindy agreed.
My sister scoffed and crossed her arms.
"Chrissy, how many times do I have to tell you, If you're gonna cheat,...make sure you don't get caught" Me and Sammy said.
"Okay okay, but this game was legate" She defends herself." And you shouldn't be talking, you cheated at UNO yesterday."
"Do you have proof?"
"Uh,..No but-"
"Exactly, you ain't got nothin' on me, so stop you hatin' while I'm still shinin'" I pop my hoodie collar.
"Oh snap, yo' sister a'ight-Ah" Chrissy pushed him to the ground.
"Shut up fool. You know what, gimme these Timbs, real quick" Chrissy manages to pry off one of his shoes and runs a few feet away.
"Yo, gimme back my shoe" Riley barked as he sat up. Ah, classic 'girl-mess-with-boy-because-she-got-a-thing-for-him' routine. Then I got an idea.
"Hey Jazmine, I got a game we can play,...Keep away. And Riley if you want your shoe back, you have to play" I giggle happily and I go long as my sister throws it to me and I catch it.
"Ew, it smells like boy" Me and my sister giggle as I dangle the shoe from my finger.
"Aye, I ain't playin', pass me ma' shoe" He growled and stood to his feet. "Okay Riley, we'll stop" I give a slight nod over to Sammy. He knew the look. I start walking towards Riley with my arm extended with his hand put out. Once I was 3 feet away from him, I took action.
"Sike nawh, nigga, this ain't no game, this real life son" I proclaim as Sammy catches it with ease.
"Awe what, oh hell nawh, now Imma hav' ta' take all y'all on, huh? I'm Young Reezy, and I got skillz to kill" He ran and tackled Sammy, but luckily Sammy tossed it to Jazmine before he hit the ground. She stared at the shoe as if she were dumbfounded. We gave her a 'You-betta-not-mess-up-our-game' look. But I gave her a light smile instead, I didn't want to scare her.
"Where ma' shoe, nigga" Riley grunted as Sammy pinned him to the ground."Get off me,...gay ass nigga" Riley threw him off and looked towards Jazmine.
"Come on Jaz, throw it" I called out.
"Now Jazmine, if you know what's good for you, you won't throw that shoe and-' All of a sudden, Cindy runs by and takes it out of her hand."Took too long ta' answer" She made a mad dash next to me. We all play for a while, every time he tried to tackle some one closer to me, I tackled him down. I couldn't tell if he was serious or being playful. At one point, Chrissy has the shoe, but she was too busy laughing and boasting, he tackled her down. He grinned as he pinned her down. She laughed as he struggles to get her down, but he manages to take his shoe back.
"Told you..Gr...not ta' mess wit'...gr, Young Reezy" He says and gets up off her.
"Hahahaha,..okay, I'm sorry, man" She huffed and laid on the ground. I see Jazmine look at someone and I turn to see a boy with dreads come our way. He was a chocolate brown complexion, his dreads were in a ponytail, his eyes were like Hot chocolate. He wore a grey T-shirt, regular baggy jeans, and white shoes, and around his neck was some red headphones. He looked kinda cute, is this were all the cute guys stay. Great, now I sound like Diamond.
"Hey Cesar" Jazmine and Cindy chirped to him. Jazmine uses her hand over her mouth towards my ear and whispers,"That's Micheal Cesar, but he prefer's to be called Cesar. He's really cool." I nod as he walks over to us and gives us a funny look and a small smile.
"Woah, that guy cute. Ro- I mean Dani, you should holla at that" My sister said loudly. I'm sorry, Bish whet? I turn and glare at her with a slight blush on my cheek.
"Excuse her, Ignorance is bliss with her. She doesn't know that her mind shouldn't always be connected to that big mouth of her's." I apologize."Yo what, you tryna start something,...or nawh" She propped herself up with her elbows. I just roll my eyes. "Anyway I'm Danielle, but you can call me Dani" I give a small smile.
"Oh why hello Dani. I'm Micheal, but you may call me Cesar" He had a hint of a Jamaican accent with his Urban voice."I've never seen you around here before, where might you live?" He asked,...in a flirty way.
"Not from around here, that's where we live. A-Samuel, but you can call me Sammy or Sam. Man, I know you ain't from around here, too many white folks, woulda' killed yo' swag" Well damn nigga. Where you come from?
"I'm from Brooklyn, just moved here a not too long ago[ yeah, in 2001]" He smiled.
"Oh snap, nigga we from Philly. What's up, man" Chrissy said.
"My Neighbor" I said "My neighbor" Cesar said."My Muthafucking Neighbor" Chrissy practically yelled.
"Y'all seem cool-" We all turn when we hear the door open. Hey, that must be Huey, DAMN. He look fly, I mean Riley and Cesar were hot, but this guy was sexy. I mean, He looked better up close. I thought he was about 13 in the window, but he's actually around my age and height. He had on a brown button up that was opened to reveal a white t-shirt, light-blue straight cut jeans, and brown shoes. He looked so familiar, but thought against it. If I ever seen a boy like that, I would have remembered.
"Oh hey Huey" Cesar said, but Huey stared at me which made me uncomfortable. I politely stare back and tug my sleeves behind my back."Heeey, Cesar...can I talk to you for a moment,...in the house" He said in a monotone voice and a blank glare.
"Uh,..sure, I guess"Cesar complied and they both walked in the house.
"Well that was awkward" My sister said with a funny look."Yeah, He always weird like 'dat" Riley brushed himself off.
"I'm booored" Cindy whined.
"Hmmmmmmmm, we could play manhunt" Sammy suggested. Riley, Cindy, and Jazmine gave curious looks."What's manhunt?" Jazmine asked innocently.
"Oh my-" I cut Chrissy off before she could insult them.
"It's a more complicated version of tag. First we pick whose it, and they have to count. The others try to hide and get away from whomever is it. But we can only go a certain distance, because it's not fair that the person whose 'it' has to go all over to find us. Now whomever is 'it', has to chase after each person. In order to be caught, 'it' has to grab onto you without being thrown off and say 'one, two, three, hold'. Now if you get caught, you must help 'it' capture the other people. The game is over when everyone is caught, got it? " I explained. I wait as they absorb the information and nod in agreement.
"Okay rules. The 3rd person who is caught has to be 'it' next round. When someone says 'ATT no blackmail, are you it', You must answer truthfully, if you lie, you are 'it' for the next two turns. Clear?" My sister refreshes.
"Damn, that's a lot of rules,...but I guess I could play" Riley agreed."Cool, everyone put your foot in and we can fairly pick who's 'it'" Amir said and we all put one foot in a circle and he sings a rhyme and started picking people out. Eventually, Cindy was 'it'. As she counted to ten, we all ran like hell.
Jordan's P.O.V
I didn't know my way around, so I sorta followed him.
"Yo, where we goin'?" I asked
"We?, You mean me, I'm up outta here." He scoffed and ran away. I stopped and sadly watched him run away. That bitch-ass-nigga, he just gonna leave me. I don't like bein' left behind, not by nobody. Being alone was my weakness, ever since I was young. I ran and jumped behind a fence and hide behind a tree. I hugged my knees tight, and let the silence wrap around me like an expensive cloth, and the memory flood back like a wave.
...Last Flashback...{ If you guys watched Lilo and Stitch, you would see my inspiration for her flashback}
I was an accident and I knew it, I wasn't suppose be here, but I don't care. My bitch-ass-mother got drunk and did something she wasn't suppose to do. Although My mother wasn't too sure of having me, Both my Dad's talked her into keeping me. After I was born, My real Dad, Bryan Martin, a young and wealthy Filipino man took me to Hawaii with him. I never met my sister, only once when I was 3 on Christmas. Best day of my life. She was innocently playing with her new doll. I sat alone and watched, but I wanted her attention. So I took her doll and started playing with it. I was young and didn't know how to make friends. I watched her as I played with it. She reached out for it, but I removed it from her reach. She gave a blank look and shrug before watching me play.
By the age of 5, my Dad put me in a private school. I didn't have any friends. It was just me, My toys, and my work. I hated school, people teased me and called me names. I attended Dance class and usually sat in the corner alone. I got into 2 fights during my time. The Dance teacher called my Dad and told me to wait by the door. I saw the girls walk out and talk about their new bikes. I decided to make one last attempt to make friends.
"Hey" I said and they all jumped at the sight of me.
"Eh, what do you want?" The leader Marcy snarled.
"I'm sorry I beat you up, punched you in the noise, and licked you,...I heard you were gonna go ride bikes" I chirped.
"You don't have a bike" Her side friend Molly said in disgust.
"Yes I do, but it's a Razor scooter. I painted it black and put skull stickers on it. And I-" I looked up and saw no one. I felt like I wanted to cry. In a fit of frustration, I threw my scooter on the ground and started to walk away, but returned to get it 3 steps later and rode it home. This scooter was the thing my sister gave to me before I left, and I adored it. I went home and locked myself in my room. I came out for Dinner with my Dad, he was angry I wasn't at the door, waiting for him.
"Why weren't you at the door like I told you to and why did I hear you got into a fight" He said lowly."I waited 30 minutes for you, I thought you were hurt or worse" I stayed quiet and played with my noodles. "Jordan-Christina-Martin, answer me" He said in a louder yet calm voice. I was sick of always getting yelled at.
"Because" I grumbled, trying to keep calm.
"Because what?" He growled. I felt my breaking point.
"Because I hate it here. I Hate being called names. Nobody likes me, I have no friends. People tease me, even when I try to be nice and be friends with them. This house is always quiet because you're too busy working, and the Nanny here is stupid and annoying, like these people around here. I hate it here and I want to die!" I literally flipped the kitchen table and ran into my room with tears in my eyes. 10 minutes later, My father came up to hug me. He kept apologizing and said he didn't know. The last thing I knew, I fell asleep.
One week later, I stayed completely silent. My Father took me to an Airport. The next thing I knew was I had a Mother, a sister 1 year older than me, her Best friend Diamond, and our cousin Hakeem. They were all really nice, but I liked my sister the most, no homo. She was quiet like me, but she had friends. I kinda wanted to be her. So I smiled and showed her around and I kinda followed her around.
"Hey look, it's Ugly Betty" I hear girls say and laugh. I almost start to cry.
"Don't listen to them, you're fine. And we kinda look the same, so if they called you ugly, they callin' me ugly." I listen to her, they continue to make more snide remarks. That was until Dani punched Marcy off her bike, she ordered me to slap Molly off her bike. I did, and soon Hakeem and Diamond stole the rest of their bikes.
"Man, fuck you and yo' hoe ass Mom" Hakeem said. I never cursed before, but I tried,"Yeah, you ugly Mutha-fucker" It felt good, and we rode down to the beach and dipped our feet in the water.
"You shouldn't let people talk to you any old kinda way, they will take advantage of you. You're just fine and don't let no one tell you otherwise. If a bitch thinks otherwise, hit'em and put them in check, but don't just go around hitting people, it's bad karma, only if necessary" All 3 gave me advice, and I hugged them all so tight that day. I then knew, what friends were like and to not be alone. I took those words to heart and let it permanently drown into my brain. My father saw so much progress, he decided to let me go to Philly with them. He'd promised to visit when he got the chance. I was so glad when I got to Philly and made some good friends there.
...end flashback...
"Jore-Jore?" I open my eyes to that nickname, a nickname only use sympathetically by my sister. She stood in front of me, then sat next to me against the tree."You okay?"
"Yea,...just got a bit lonely" I halfheartedly admitted.
"Yeah, I almost got caught, but I threw Mir-Mir in front of her,...soooo" I snickered at her small smile."You such a dick Robbie" I give back a nickname."Hey, all's fair in Love and war. I'm not tryna be it the next turn" I push her shoulder playfully.
"Yeah, it sure is. Oh and this is for Mir-Mir" I see C-Murph and shove my sister to the ground before running." Chrissy, you traitor" I heard her bark as I ran off laughing.
Okay, that chapter took some time and it is a bit every where. To clear it up, Jordan's is first at 5, Amir at 6, and Robin at the age of 8. I added a bit of a Lilo & Stitch scene's in their. One of my favorite shows/Movies. Make more chapter's soon, I added Cesar in for some reason, but it's okay. Please review, the button hasn't changed, it's literally right there. Thanks for reading.