Treasure POV:
I’m sitting on the roof of my school smoking a cigarette, I been doing this ever since I got out of juvenile. My house life is a mess, that sometimes I just thinking about running away just so I could get away from the abuse of my mother and Dax. Sometimes I wish I could just get on the phone and talk to Butterfly. I miss her a lot right along with the rest of the girls, because she understood where I was coming because she in a situation herself.
I took my last puff, and put it out, I’m heading back downstairs to the school heading to my English class. The minute I enter I could see trouble waiting for me, there Irene one of Alana’s friends approaching me. I wish I could get some peace I’m not in the mood for bullshit. But it seems I can never any luck, Alana thinks she is the queen of the school, and she have her goons at her feet. It funny how money changes people. Alana was no different from me, we were once best friends still can’t believe that she will turn into a diva overnight and forget about the one person who was there for her, when she was at her worst.
“What do you want Irene?”
“Alana want me to deliver you a message, she told me to inform you she rules this school and you better show her some respect or else”
“ What she going to fight me? because we both know that she can’t throw a punch if her life depend on it. Get out of my fucking way” I said pushing her to the side, Irene ended up falling, having everyone in the room laughing. I just went to sit in the back as usual, I did not have time for other people mess. The teacher came in and started the lesson right away.
At the end of day, I walk out of school, and started walking I did not feel like going home. So, I walked around town, it’s not much to see since the town small. And everybody knows everyone, I walking pass the grocery store “Treasure” I stop and turn around to see that it was Debra Winewood known as the town gossip queen, or the mouth of the south who called my name. What I learn that nothing never gets pass Debra she knows everything, about everyone. I remember a time that she exposes old man Frank dirty secret which he was having an affair with one of the town prostitutes. When word got back to his wife, she came to where they were and beat up Frank and the prostitute to the point they had to stay in the hospital for a week.
Of course Debra kept tabs on Frank, she told everybody after he was release from the hospital his wife kick him out. That is why everybody stay clear from Debra. “Hello Debra, how you been?”
“ I’m fine, I see you are out of juvenile, how was it being up in there? She is walking up to me.”
“Not so bad, but it was no fun in the park if you catch my drift.”
“Of course, I heard horrible stories about being lock up in there , I’m glad you are out. Anyway, have you heard about Dax?”
“No, but I bet you are going to tell me so spit out”
“Well someone had seen Dax leaving out of the motel with one of those prostitutes”
“When you mean someone do you mean you? Look Debra, everyone knows you go around telling everyone business. Anyway, I don’t care what Dax does if my mother doesn’t see it as a problem why should I?”
“I don’t think she knows that why I’m telling you so you can tell her”
“Debra, me and my mother is not on good terms right now, that all you need to know good day” I said walking away.
I continue with my walking, until I went home, the minute I walked into the house. I immediately wanted to walk back out, my mother and Dax was having sex on the couch, and they both was naked. I wanted to throw up, but I quickly walk pass them headed into my bedroom and close the door. I place my bag on the floor, I open my window, went into my bag, and pull out the cigarette and lighter and begin smoking I was trying to get that image out of my mind.
I took three more puffs and put it out as soon as I close my window, my bedroom door burst open in came my mother wearing a robe looking all mad. She turns her nose up at me, and I did the same. One thing that I learn to be away is never let no intimidate you. I look at the person who I call mother, I can see no remorse in her eyes, but then I never expect her to be a mother at all, she just a bitch in my book.
“What do you want?”
“How many times, I have told you not to question me? You have ruin me and Dax special time.”
“Geez do you think I wanted to come home to see you two sick fucks on the couch doing it, I’m trying to get the image out my mind. Thanks a lot, I’m scar for life”
“Listen you little bitch, I’m tired of your smart mouth, if you want to continue to live in my house you better respect me and my boyfriend.”
“I didn’t I had an option, if anything I would rather be on the street then be living up in here with a heartless bitch like you.”
Before I knew I receive a slap from my mother, I felt a sting. It did not phase me because I was in worst pain then this. Nothing had ever been the same since my father abandoned us. My mother felt the need to take her frustrations out on me since I look like him. That when my pain started from the mental abuse, she inflicted on me. I’m paying the price for my father sins. I will not let this tear me down.
“ I’m going to let this one slide, the next time you ever put your hands on me, I’m swear to God that I will beat the living shit out of you, remember I still have a score to settle with you Sylvia” I said with venom.
My mother said nothing else just walked out of my room, I slam the door and lock it. The only thing I can think of right now is that I cannot wait till I graduate and move the fuck out of this town for good. Trust me there nothing here holding me back, there one thing that I will need to do for that to happen I need to get a job.
Harlem POV:“Harlem is time to wake up” I heard my mother voice. I sit up, and rub my eyes, once open I look out the window to see that we was parked us in front a red brick two-story house. I got out of the car and look around. I see that the neighborhood looked distant, but it was nothing like being back at home, where I grew up and missing Jason. I’m never thought that everything will come to this, I’m still in disbelief. “Come on, let’s go look and get this over with” my mother said. I nodded, Jessika and I follow my mother as she led the way towards the house. My father stood by the car; I believe he was waiting on the movers. My mother took out the key from her purse, she places in the key hold and unlock it. When the door open, we all walked in we walk around until we step in the living room there, I notice the walls was white, it had a mental piece right along with a fireplace. Also, there are long red drapes covering the windows. Next, we all enter the dining ro
Treasure POV: I woke up late, trying to get myself ready for school, my reason for oversleeping is because I came home late from working my new job. I got a job working at that sleazy motel that ten minutes from my house. It’s the one that running the prostitution operation. My job is simple I clean the rooms every time the prostitutes finish with their Johns, I also clean up around other places. The owner Dale, try to preserve everyone that he is running a legitimate business. We all knew that was now true thanks to the mouth of the south, not only that everyone always see the same women taking different men inside their rooms. Dale motel is a run down place it looks like it have been fix in years, everyone knows about Dale, even the kids that goes to my school because if they are looking for a place to have a good fuck. Dale motel is the place to go, because Dale ask no questions the only thing he cares about is making money. I think back on that day I enter his office lookin
Harlem POV: The car ride was silence as Jessika and I sit in the back seat, while our parents are in the front. There nothing to be said about our situation my mom, Jessika and I are unhappy about how things turn out. My father on the other hand feel that this is the best decision that ever happen to him. I already know why he feels that way because of the affairs he had with women. My mother knows nothing about it, I want to tell her so bad I knew what it will do to her and I did not have the heart to tell her back then. But now I’m trying to find a way to tell her, either way it goes, it going to hurt her in the long run. I don’t want to be a bad son that kept secrets from my mother. Even though I feel that I’m protecting her, but in reality, I’m hurting her more, and that not fair for her to believe that her marriage is sacred. My father has a lot of nerve to do this to her, he knows that I know about the multiple women that he is messing around with because I caught him co
Treasure POV: When Ms. Green told the guy to introduce his self. He spoke that when I found out his name was Harlem. He was not a bad looking guy he stood to be about 6’3 medium built short black curly hair, and brown skin. From his appearance he look like he have this bad boy image about him. I could see why the girls are drooling over him, he carry himself like he don’t have a care in the world. Ms. Green told him to sit by me, and he nodded waling over the enemy seat by me. I could see the girls have not taken their eyes off him. Its only going to be a matter of time before Harlem get suck right into the trap of popularity. When that happen Alana and her girls will dig their claws into him, I would not be surprised right now that they already planning out how to seduce him. It’s not my place to say anything, I just hope that Harlem is smart enough to see through the bullshit. I looked up in front of the class and pay attention to Ms. Green lesson. It was the end of the
Harlem POV: I woke you an hour early, getting ready for school. I did my routine shower, brush my teeth and put my clothes on. I was ready in 20 minutes, I gather my red hoodie and my bag and headed downstairs, the moment I enter the kitchen I wish I could just turn back around. There was my father sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. I looked around to see if my mother was present, before I could say something my father spoke.“ If you are looking for your mother, she is not here. I will take you and Jessika to school this morning.”“ I will rather walk, you can take Jessika to school” I said going into the refrigerator grabbing a bottle of water and a pear.“ Look Harlem, there no need for you to be walking to school. I mean you are familiar with this town yet”“ I can manage, I walked home by myself yesterday I know where the school is at. Excuse me I have to get going”“ When are you going to get over this bullshit ass attitude?”“ Excuse me?”
Charmaine POV: I can’t believe it, I have the hottest boy in my room, and I’m giving him head right as we speak. I hoped that I could get his attention, I became happy that he shows up to my party. Once I’m done sucking him off, I need to come up with a plan to make him mine. I know he told me he not looking for a relationship, but a girl can try. I want to be by his side, and I can get the attention to be honest I’m tired of being in Alana shadow. She always makes it seem that we need her to become popular, also she thinks the world revolves around her what a bitch. I only say around her because she able to get us in to underage clubs, and also giving the best weed that money can buy. Alana thinks just because her father has money that she can do whatever she wants. Unlike her father who only got rich because of a lottery snitch off ticket. My father earns his money by working hard each day, he started from the bottom and work his way up to success. My father deserves every
Alana POV: I hate to admit that I’m jealous of Charmaine, it's true that Harlem is sexy as hell, he is sexier than Jackson. I could tell that in no time Harlem will become popular, and I need to have him by my side. I’m tiring of Jackson, I’m getting bored with him, the only reason I kept him around is because of the sex, now that getting boring now he always wants to do the same old boring position and that the missionary position, he always got to be on top just to prove his ego. I have to admit Treasure was right about Jackson having no brains at all, and it took her to say it to have me realize what kind of air head that he is. I don’t see no future with him at all. I need to try something different, since Harlem is brown completion, I believe that his dick is much bigger than Jackson I will have to find out for myself. I could tell that Charmaine had interest in him, I don’t care because I cannot really stand her, I don’t even know why I pull up with her? I remembe
Treasure POV: To my surprise I knew it was only a matter of time that either Alana or one of goons was going to dig their claws into the new boy. Those heifers are honey trappers, all they do is seek the most eligible boys then they lure them in their trap once they are in it’s no going back. I can only imagine what Charmaine did to get Harlem. It’s not my problem all I can do is shake my head, Harlem do not know what he got himself into. I mean he not a bad-looking guy, he looks a lot better than Alana brainless boyfriend who I found out name is Jackson. I can already tell that Alana is attempting to make a claim on Harlem, even though Charmaine have claim as hers. I can already see that this situation is not going end well, this is your typical high school drama. When do anything be normal? High School is like a completion everyone for themselves it either you win or lose. The way I see things is that you have four years to spent here, that enough time to learn people and
Butterfly POV:We left my apartment and headed to the motel where Treasure is employed. I felt relieved when she phoned me to see if I was interested in making money. It's unfortunate that I had to grow up fast because being on your own comes with a lot of responsibility. My desire was to live as a typical teenager, prioritizing academics, socializing with friends, and attending parties. My mom's actions led to her taking it away, betraying me in the process. I'm still struggling to process all the things I've discovered about her; she had no remorse while I wasted two years in juvenile.I hold a deep hatred for that woman, and I meant it when I said that I want nothing to do with her; she is dead to me. My priority now is to regain control of my life and release my painful past. Tracking down my father is one of the things I want to achieve. I need to hear his reasons for abandoning us? I had always felt unwanted, my mother's love disappeared when that monster entered the picture. I
Treasure POV:I'm currently in my room, packing up clothes. We’re in for a busy night ahead. Since the girls are getting ready and will need my help, I'll be staying at the motel for the weekend. To make things more convenient for me, and I really detest being at home. My mother and her boyfriend bring so much drama into my life. During a recent altercation, she accused me of once again trying to seduce her boyfriend, going as far as calling it World War III. Naturally, that jerk exacerbates the situation by pursuing me whenever my mother is absent. There's no way I would give him my attention.My mother trusts this jerk, which has led to fights between us. The injuries sustained in our previous altercation affected both of us. My lip got busted and I ended up with scratches on my arms, while my mother got a black eye and a broken arm. I had no choice but to defend myself. Just as I was zipping up my bag, I heard my door opening. I glanced around and saw Dax standing there, his eyes f
Butterfly POV: Two weeks had pass since being in this town, I am finally settling into my apartment. There was not much I have; I only had a few things. Even though that I am emancipated and underage I have a social worker to come and check on time twice a week. Also, I have received resources that help me get the things I needed for my place. I am so grateful for the help since I do not have any money or a job any little thing helps. It feels weird being back in school because I am used to how things were back in juvenile hall. There they had a teacher come once a week to teach us, the teacher could never finish the lesson without a fight breaking out. The last fight was so bad that the teacher was injured. After that the warden shut the school program down, instead we had to take online classes. That made it more difficult with a small room with eight computers, and a lot of girls not fun at all. I was sitting in my history class going through my phone when I heard some
Harlem POV: Finally, school had ended for the day. I’m glad because I was tired of hearing the Teachers with their boring lectures. The feeling of being in high school is so intense that sometimes I just want to scream. I am counting down the days until I graduate. I already have plans of going back to my hometown. This boring ass town is unbearable for me to be in, so I must leave. I was placing my last book in my locker when I saw Charmaine approaching me.“Hey Harlem, how are you?”“I’m doing good how about you?”“The same, I’m glad that school have finally ended for today.”“Same here” From there Charmaine and I continue to talk, we were so embracing in our conversation that we did not notice someone appear until heard someone clearing their throat. We turn to see that it was Alana and Jackson, they stood staring at us. Jackson gave me a nod while Alana gave me a look that shows lust in her eyes. Before anyone took notice, she changes her expression and show a look of angrier
Treasure POV: Sitting here in the principal getting lecture is no fun at all. Every time I believe that the principal finished talking. He keeps ongoing on how it's not good to fight, as he continues talking, I glare at Alana. If this bitch only knew what I was feeling about her right now, I want to strangle her so badly. Having these thoughts is taking me to a dark place that I do not want to go. So, I try to keep calm, finally the principal concluded his speech. He left us off with a warning, and if next time we want to be lucky. If he only knew that this was only the beginning, finally I could leave the office. When I walk out, I saw Butterfly standing there wait for me. I could not help but to smile. It has been months since I see her. It's nice to have a friend here with me. I no longer must feel alone in this fuck up town.“Hey you waited for me?" I ask“Of course, why would I leave while my friend being scolded in the principal office?"“You have a point, let get ou
Butterfly POV: I woke up from the sunlight coming into my room through my window. I was in my new apartment; it felt strange at first because I was so used to sharing a room with someone. The feeling that I’m getting now I could not help but to smile. Finally, after a few months, Mr. Tatum could get the courts to approve me for my emancipation. The day that he told me all I could do was cry tears of joy, because for once in my life things are turning in a good direction for me it is all thanks to Mr. Tatum. I got out of bed, walked over to my closet and pull out my clothes and headed to the bathroom to take my shower. Today is the first day I start school, in a new town. What I love about it is that I get to rebuild my friendship with Treasure. I miss her so much I cannot wait to surprise her. I always wonder how she was since being released? Even though we write to each other. I was glad that Mr. Tatum pull some strings to locate Treasure and the school she was attending. Wit
Treasure POV:English class is finally finished. Exiting the classroom, I made my way to my locker to grab my books for the next classes. Placing the books in my bag, I close my locker and make my way to the cafeteria. Harlem and I are meeting up there to talk about our English paper. Upon entering the cafeteria, I scanned the room until I spotted Harlem seated at a table near the exit door.It's great that he chose the perfect spot because I don't enjoy being in the cafeteria. I prefer being alone and have no intention of making friends; it's difficult to trust people when you can't tell if they're genuine or fake. Not only that people can become judgmental when they find out you was in juvenile. Before you know you already label as a trouble maker. Also I’m not sticking around once high school ended. I need to get away from all this drama that my life had to endure, its sad that my life have turn out like this that sometimes I feel depress. There was a time in my life that I had tho
Butterfly POV:As promised, they released me a few days later. I was still in disbelief to where I thought I was dreaming. On my last day, Warden Sanders threw me a going away party. He told me he appreciates how I was an excellent role model to some girls. Also he said he knew I was a good kid, and he does not want to see me coming back here again. I agree I never wanted to be here in the first place because of circumstances I had no choice. Other girls approached me and congratulated me, while other girls gave me a look of jealousy. I did not care I was leaving no one or nothing was going to ruin my happiness. I was in my room, packing up my stuff, it was not much, a few clothes, and some books. After I finished packing, I took a look around the room that had been my home for the past two years. All the memories flowing through my mind, the good, and the bad. Once those memories faded from my mind tears fall from my eyes, I’m finally leaving all of this behind.“Rivers” I turn to
Butterfly POV: I woke up from the same nightmare of me reliving that day when I kill Barry, the day that my world end, but most of all, the day that my mother turns on me. I remember like it was yesterday after I kill the monster my mother calls the police and told them what she has witness. She told them how she saw me stabbing Barry to death. Then the police came over to me and started questioning me, in fear I told them everything from Barry raping me and getting me pregnant and how he attacked me and losing my baby. From there the police gave me a pitiful look then my mother interrupted and told the police that I was making everything up. It never happens, she also told them I was jealous of her and that monster relationship. She did so many things to where the police believed her. From there it turned my world upside down. My case went straight to trial, the courts heard my mother side of the story and it seem that the prosecutor did his best to take me down without eve