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lied as she continued to wipe her nose and fidget nervously.
Sabrina almost laughed but, for Corey's sake, she kept a straight face. She hasn’t had a job in 20 years, Sabrina thought. She’s already employed by the crack pipe and the heroin needle, not to mention whichever man puts money in her face to suck his dick.
“But, Momma, I miss you. I want you to come home with us,” Corey begged.
Looking at Corey beg made Sabrina furious. She doesn’t deserve his love and his begging. I should get out the car and slap her for lying to us but that was what she did best, lie, Sabrina thought angrily but clenched her fists so as not to act on them.
“I know, boo. Momma misses you, too, but I'm gonna get this new job so I can get another place and you can come stay with me.”
Now she was fucking up, telling him the same damn lie, and I'll have to clean up the mess when she doesn't come through. Sabrina began to curse herself for even coming to look for JoAnn.
Ms. Bernadine was calling JoAnn which gave Sabrina and Corey a clean getaway.
“Junie, come on. Come on, Jo," Ms. Bernadine yelled like Christ was coming, using JoAnn’s nickname.
“I gotta go, babies. Love you,” JoAnn spouted off before she started running down the street with Ms. Bernadine. They moved so quickly and agilely before they disappeared into a house down the street.
Corey looked confused. Sabrina grabbed him and hugged him real tight. He was sensitive, if nothing else, and soon he started crying.
A little at first, then uncontrollable tears. “She---she-she just left us,” he stammered between sobs. “I was still talking and she just left” He continued to say.
“I know, baby. That’s not the real her. Remember, I told you that she is sick. Well, that’s what the sickness does to her. We don't matter when she needs a fix.”
Corey crying in her arms reminded Sabrina of when he was a baby and used to cry from the withdrawal of the drugs. She was nineteen, at the time, and raising a crack baby. Sometimes he would just cry for no reason.
I don't know where I got it from, but I was so patient with him. I just rocked him and repeated, “I love you,” over and over until, eventually, he stopped, she thought back on all those days and nights with him.
“I wanna go home,” Corey said, interrupting Sabrina’s walk down memory lane. She let him go as he wiped his face on the sleeve of his jacket. She started the car and sped down the street, getting them away from the crack heads and crack-houses.
He looked out the window, still searching for JoAnn. Sabrina already knew where she was. In some abandoned house, JoAnn was getting high while her babies drove away. Sabrina’s wall was built up to her mother, but Corey still hadn’t gotten bricks together to build his.
Unfortunately, he would and there wasn’t a damn thing Sabrina could do about it.
Chapter 8
She was on the ground behind a trash can in an alley. Her pants were down at her ankles. She didn’t have a mirror, but the throbbing in her jaw told her that it was swollen. That also probably meant it was broken.
SHIT! My pussy is sore, JoAnn thought to herself as she touched her inner thigh.
The alley was shaded, but it was daytime. The heat had raised the temperature in the trashcan and the stench of stale and molding food greeted her as she sat up on her concrete bed.
How long was I in this fucking alley? What the fuck happened to me? she tried to think but her head hurt too bad. JoAnn tried to piece things together and that’s when she remembered. Or, at least, she remembered some of the night.
JoAnn had tried to rob Chauncey the night before. She was about to buy something from him when he turned his head to answer his phone. She took that as an opportunity to grab his stash and run. She ran as far as she could but her legs couldn’t outrun his car.
“COME HERE, BITCH!” JoAnn remembered him screaming as he blew his horn and sped up
Sabrina almost laughed but, for Corey's sake, she kept a straight face. She hasn’t had a job in 20 years, Sabrina thought. She’s already employed by the crack pipe and the heroin needle, not to mention whichever man puts money in her face to suck his dick.
“But, Momma, I miss you. I want you to come home with us,” Corey begged.
Looking at Corey beg made Sabrina furious. She doesn’t deserve his love and his begging. I should get out the car and slap her for lying to us but that was what she did best, lie, Sabrina thought angrily but clenched her fists so as not to act on them.
“I know, boo. Momma misses you, too, but I'm gonna get this new job so I can get another place and you can come stay with me.”
Now she was fucking up, telling him the same damn lie, and I'll have to clean up the mess when she doesn't come through. Sabrina began to curse herself for even coming to look for JoAnn.
Ms. Bernadine was calling JoAnn which gave Sabrina and Corey a clean getaway.
“Junie, come on. Come on, Jo," Ms. Bernadine yelled like Christ was coming, using JoAnn’s nickname.
“I gotta go, babies. Love you,” JoAnn spouted off before she started running down the street with Ms. Bernadine. They moved so quickly and agilely before they disappeared into a house down the street.
Corey looked confused. Sabrina grabbed him and hugged him real tight. He was sensitive, if nothing else, and soon he started crying.
A little at first, then uncontrollable tears. “She---she-she just left us,” he stammered between sobs. “I was still talking and she just left” He continued to say.
“I know, baby. That’s not the real her. Remember, I told you that she is sick. Well, that’s what the sickness does to her. We don't matter when she needs a fix.”
Corey crying in her arms reminded Sabrina of when he was a baby and used to cry from the withdrawal of the drugs. She was nineteen, at the time, and raising a crack baby. Sometimes he would just cry for no reason.
I don't know where I got it from, but I was so patient with him. I just rocked him and repeated, “I love you,” over and over until, eventually, he stopped, she thought back on all those days and nights with him.
“I wanna go home,” Corey said, interrupting Sabrina’s walk down memory lane. She let him go as he wiped his face on the sleeve of his jacket. She started the car and sped down the street, getting them away from the crack heads and crack-houses.
He looked out the window, still searching for JoAnn. Sabrina already knew where she was. In some abandoned house, JoAnn was getting high while her babies drove away. Sabrina’s wall was built up to her mother, but Corey still hadn’t gotten bricks together to build his.
Unfortunately, he would and there wasn’t a damn thing Sabrina could do about it.
Chapter 8
She was on the ground behind a trash can in an alley. Her pants were down at her ankles. She didn’t have a mirror, but the throbbing in her jaw told her that it was swollen. That also probably meant it was broken.
SHIT! My pussy is sore, JoAnn thought to herself as she touched her inner thigh.
The alley was shaded, but it was daytime. The heat had raised the temperature in the trashcan and the stench of stale and molding food greeted her as she sat up on her concrete bed.
How long was I in this fucking alley? What the fuck happened to me? she tried to think but her head hurt too bad. JoAnn tried to piece things together and that’s when she remembered. Or, at least, she remembered some of the night.
JoAnn had tried to rob Chauncey the night before. She was about to buy something from him when he turned his head to answer his phone. She took that as an opportunity to grab his stash and run. She ran as far as she could but her legs couldn’t outrun his car.
“COME HERE, BITCH!” JoAnn remembered him screaming as he blew his horn and sped up
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