Chapter 1- Mom? Where are you going? Mom?
Sitting here in this cold, dark corner is torture for me, It smells like mold, it's small and all I hear is the soft hum of the portable radio playing in the bathroom next to my room, the rushing traffic just outside my window and the sound of someone hitting another person… Repetitively, “B*TCH,” a unknown man yells. My legs are starting to go numb, but I don’t want to move, im just paralyzed here waiting for that a unknown person in my apartment to leave, all my nerves are tensed up. Then I hear “Baby” by Justin Bieber playing on the portable radio, this song made me relax for a quick second, “ Ohh a Woah “ Justin’s voice relaxed me, before it was interrupted by a yelp. “Please David, Please….” I could hear my mom’s faint whimper through the paper thin walls of our apartment “ B*TCH its Darren, Not David! You little Wh*re! “ SLAM! The sound of a glass picture frame smashing to the ground feels like a million needles in my ear. “ Darren, DARREN…. please” I hear my mother make through her sobs, her cries feel like someone is yelling at me through a megaphone. “B*TCH, give me my money back, and I’m coming back soon to have that pretty little girl of yours, Mendi” is all I hear before a long pause and a door slamming. Sure that 'Darren' is gone, I run into the kitchen, and find my mom in the corner, wiping her tears from a black eye and wiping blood from a split lip and attempting to stand up. “ Mom, Who was that?” “ I don’t know, I don’t know” I’m not surprised at all, my mom was always bringing men that she doesn't know home in the middle of the night, Most of them are paying for sex, like Darren must have been, since he asked for his money back. And if I they don’t get what they want from my mom, sometimes they come for me. “Okay Mom, you should go to sleep” “Mom?” she stutters back. Confused, I looked up into her dull brown eyes, her pupils are smaller than a sharpened pencil’s end, She is so high, and she probably doesn’t even know who I am. “ Mom, Its me, Mendi?” “ Mendi? Mendi? okay Mendi im going out,” She says as she walking out grabbing a coat and before I knew it, she was gone."Mom? mom? MOM!?! WHERE ARE YOU GOING MOM!?!?!' i yell. A tear runs down my cheek and I look at the cheap watch on my wrist, its 10:27 and I know exactly where my mom was going, to go get some drugs with her drug friends. This is an average night for me, but today, I just can’t take it anymore. I burst into tears, on the floor rocking back in forth on the cold, hard linoleum floor. “When is she coming back?” “When will Darren come back? and try to..” “What if she overdoses again and isn’t lucky and dies” “ Why can’t we be normal?” “Why haven’t I met my dad?” All these question run through my mind and it hit me that this is my normal life – and It sucked. I'm poor, I live in a crappy apartment in a crappy nieghborhood, i get raped and beaten, i have Drugged up mother, No Dad, and no one to trust- my life is pretty bad- I cry even more. “ Why can’t Ernesto Be here?” I cry, Ernesto was my big brother, but he died three years ago, someone shot him when he was walking home when he was 16 and I was 12. I live in the Bronx, New York, and it is hell without Ernesto here, he would know just what to do right now, he protected me from these men that came here, the drugs, the gangs, and most of all, he protected me from our own mother. You think I would learn, Because after all, this happens everyday, Mom coming home high with a man, something bad happening and her running out in the streets and not coming home till the next day, then sleeping until the cycle starts all over again. ‘I don’t want to deal with this anymore’ I made up my mind, ‘I don’t have to be a mother to my own mom any more, im leaving’ I flash back to last week and my mother brought back a man that knocked out my mom and came into my room and beat me, I tried to tell my mom, but she didn’t believe me, this memory assured me that this was the best decision I can make. ‘im not living this way anymore’ I whisper. So with tears running down my face I run and grab my backpack and stuff everything I could need in there, and stuff all of my mom’s drug money from the third drawer in the bathroom in my left pocket, i find a small bag of cocaine and put it in my backpocket- "i could sell it for money if i need some" i think.i close the drawer and look into the mirror, I have long brown hair, big brown eyes, a normal nose and lips with tan skin. Everyone says im the most beautiful girl in the Bronx, but I think I am just normal looking. I walk away from the bathroom and into my room open my window I turn away and take one last look at my old room. I turn around, and then look into the street, my apartment is three stories above the street, and the cars are zooming back and forth on the streets really fast. The lights are so bright, its like they are calling my name, so I jump on the fire escape and climb down. The last drop is about 10 feet off the ground so I land with a thud on the concrete. I see some dark figures in the alley, so I run as fast as I can away from here, I don’t even know where I am going. just as long as I get away . “HEY LIL’ MAMA, WHERE YOU GOIN’?” “CHICA, SLOW DOWN AND COME OVER HERE!’ I hear boys yell at me but I keep running until I get to the next crosswalk and flag down a cab. One slows down next to me and I jump in “ Take me To Madison Square Garden” “miss that’s not on my route-“ “I DON’T CARE, TAKE ME THERE!’ i scream. “ Okay, okay” i hear the man mumble in his thick Arabian accent. The radio comes on and its “Runaway Love” by Ludacris and I start to cry. The rocking back and forth of the cab makes me fall asleep and dream about that my mom coming home and reliazing im not there anymore. Would she even care im gone? Probably not, that just means one less mouth to feed. Not too much later the cab driver is saying, “Miss, you’re here.” He says talking over the radio, which is “ Somebody to Love” By Justin Bieber. His voice reassures me that it will all be okay, for some reason his voice makes me happy, so I hand him a wad of bills and get out of the cab. I look at a Madison Square Garden, Its huge, lit up, and I can hear people screaming from inside ‘Must be a concert, I probably don’t want to sit next to the door then’ I go to the a side and fall asleep on the my backpack…
“Excuse me Miss? What is a pretty girl doing here on the ground?” I rub my eyes and look around, its still dark outside, I look at my watch- it’s 11:11. “ Miss?” I look up and see a very big black man in front of me and I jump back in fright. “ No need to be scared little lady” said the man “oh dear, what are you doing here, sweetie?” I hear a woman say, and a petite woman steps out from behind the man. She looks like my mom, besides the fact that the woman isn’t Hispanic, she is white. “Ummm im just…” I look behind their shoulders and see a limo! They must be rich, maybe they can help me! “Okay, the truth is, I ran away from home tonight” I say with hesitation, looking down in at the ground “Oh No honey, we need to get you home” says the woman “ NO, PLEASE IM BEGGING DON’T TAKE ME BACK THERE! MY MOM IS A DRUGGIE AND THEY RAPE ME THERE!” I begin to cry until a boy’s voice that relaxes me instantly says, “ She shouldn’t go back, we need to take her somewhere safe” I can’t see anything through my tears “ Who ARE you?” I ask, still crying. “ Im sorry Beautiful, This is my Security guard Kenny, and my Mom, Pattie, and I’m Justin, Come with us” Says the voice and Kenny picks me up slides me in the limo. “And who are you?” the boy said, wiping my tears. “ I’m Mendi, “ I say. I slump back into my seat, and I can start to see again “ So Justin, where are we going?” i turn to him asking and my mouth drops. Justin Bieber?
What do you think? Comment Please, this is my second option of a story, i need to know i should keep doing it! sorry if this goes by really fast, i didn't want to focus on Mendi's past. lol