I sighed to myself.
Paycheck for Derek Days:65
After tax deductions
Total paycheck:54
I held the check in my hands and shook with rage and fear.
I held my head as the totals of bills ran through my head.
65 dollars- medical supplies
400- room
500- scans and check ups
I whimpered and just walked. I shook and rubbed my arms as I held onto the straps of my backpack, not to mention that my head was raging.
I held it, my walk not straight anymore. I heard a car honk and I jumped, turning my back quickly.
Londell...
He checked his rearview mirror before getting out of his car. "Hey kid, you alright? You're looking like a druggie." He said as he came towards me. I looked up at him and nodded slowly. "Y-yeah... I just havent eaten yet today..." Eating to me usually meant an apple or one of those small oranges for kids. My stomach couldn't handle anymore than that. "Nah, I saw you in the store. Show me your check." He said as he grabbed my wrist, I shivered at his touch. He just waited for me to respond and then took the check out of my hand. "This ain't sick mom money. This is a druggies paycheck, hell, not even." He mumbled to himself as I looked up at him, then down. What was I going to do?
"Here's my number. If it don't work come to the old playground near park avenue aight?" He said as I nodded, holding the paper of his number in my hand. I shook my head. "I... I can't be..." " a drug dealer? What you too good?" His eyes flashed red for a second before going away. "No...I... I don't want to get hurt." "I take care o' my boys. Ain't nothing going to happen to you. I'll protect you." He said, his eyes seemed like a soft red now.... I took that into mind and nodded. "Well... I'll try my best." I said softly. Londell nodded and got into his car, his tires screeching away.
I went home and got new mail in, one magazine and 4 new bills. I sighed heavily and checked on mom. I made some dinner and washed dishes. I slowly ate an apple and held my stomach.
All this damn stress.
Motherfucker!
I yelped in slight pain and whimpered. I swallowed hard and hit my desk.
How can eating hurt?
I sniffled and stood. I did all the math.
It won't be enough. I'll be 18 before I pay just the bills.
I sighed and tries to text londell. No answer.
The day after school I went straight to my locker. "Aye twig!" "Jesus fucking Christ Roland leave me the fuck alone!" I yelled at him, he just smirked and grabbed me by my hair.
Someone notice me!
I didn't want to scream, I felt something cold on my back. A knife...
Someone help!
Everyone was too busy to notice.
He at least let go of my hair but held the knife still.
I whimpered and walked as he lead me to an alley. I swallowed hard. "Tuck gave me a wad to take care of you... You ruined his career you know. I'll make it look like you overdosed, don't worry." He grabbed these things that looked like those clear sticky note tabs. He forced open my mouth and plopped one in. My eyes started to blur a bit.
I heard a car pull up. Then I felt Roland's body heat leave off of me. I grabbed the brick wall and looked at what seemed to be londell punching Roland.
I whimpered and tried to run, I fell and hit my head on the ground. I heard londell yell and his leather jacket rustle one more time before going after me.
I passed out.