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the complex and noticed a girl sitting on a car talking on her cell phone. I walked over to the courtyard, away from Eric’s apartment building, and approached the teenage girl. I asked the girl if I could make a call on her cell phone. She looked at me like I was crazy at first. My appearance and my request had probably thrown her for a loop. Thinking fast and knowing that in the hood there always had to be something for something, I promised to give the teenage girl one of the many Gucci bags I owned in exchange for just one call. The little girl was hesitant at first. She eyed me suspiciously and I knew she was thinking that I looked like a damn mess and probably didn’t own a Gucci bag.
I told her that I was Eric’s girlfriend and she eased up and let me use her phone. It was a good thing everybody in the hood either knew Eric personally or knew of him. When the girl handed me her phone, my hands were trembling uncontrollably. It was a mixture of nerves and withdrawal setting in. I hurriedly dialed the familiar phone number and just prayed that my father would pick up.
After what Eric had done, I decided I was ready to go back home. I would do anything my parents asked me to do in order to get back home ... even go to their stupid rehab program.
The phone started ringing on the other end. My teeth were chattering as I waited with the phone pressed tightly to my ear. My heartbeat automatically sped up with every ring. I started shifting my weight from one foot to the other. After the third ring with no answer a hot feeling of nausea came over me. My stomach began cramping.
“C’mon, Daddy, pick up,” I mumbled through tears, biting into my bottom lip. I had started to lose my composure all over again.
Reality was setting in fast.
After about the fifth ring my father’s voice mail came on. “Hi, you’ve reached Gavin Rich. I am currently out of the country for three weeks. I will return on the seventeenth. If you leave me a message, I will call you back upon my return. Thank you.”
My heart sank and my shoulders slumped down in defeat. “What is today’s date?” I asked the little girl.
She looked at me with a mean mug and smacked her lips. “Today is the fifteenth,” she grumbled, her mouth curled at the ends. Then she gave me a look like “bitch, give me my phone.” I still had two days to wait for my father to return. There was no way I could survive out on the streets for two days without Eric.
“Can I just make one more call, sweetie? I can make sure you are compensated,” I pleaded with the little girl. She rolled her eyes at me. I knew with my hair sticking up, blood all over my shirt and my eye starting to swell, I probably looked like a crazy person or a crack fiend to the little girl. I was praying she didn’t just snatch her phone and leave me hanging.
“Hurry up. I’m expecting some important text messages to come through,” the little girl snapped, folding her arms across her chest. I didn’t care if she was playing hardball with a nasty attitude, I was just grateful she was allowing me to use her phone. I quickly dialed my mother’s number. It went straight to voice mail. I knew that meant she was probably with my father out of the country.
“Fuck!” I screamed, and the tears started streaming again. I really didn’t have any place to go now. I handed the little girl back her phone and started walking up the street. I didn’t know what I would do next. My mind raced with possible ways to get my hands on some money. That was the only way to please Eric at this point. I finally walked back to the apartment complex. I noticed that my Range was gone. That bastard threw me on the streets but had the nerve to still be driving around in my car. I decided I would sit in front of the apartment door and wait it out. I hoped and prayed that I didn’t have to wait outside all night long. This part of town was no place for me to be standing around alone. But I figured that since I
I told her that I was Eric’s girlfriend and she eased up and let me use her phone. It was a good thing everybody in the hood either knew Eric personally or knew of him. When the girl handed me her phone, my hands were trembling uncontrollably. It was a mixture of nerves and withdrawal setting in. I hurriedly dialed the familiar phone number and just prayed that my father would pick up.
After what Eric had done, I decided I was ready to go back home. I would do anything my parents asked me to do in order to get back home ... even go to their stupid rehab program.
The phone started ringing on the other end. My teeth were chattering as I waited with the phone pressed tightly to my ear. My heartbeat automatically sped up with every ring. I started shifting my weight from one foot to the other. After the third ring with no answer a hot feeling of nausea came over me. My stomach began cramping.
“C’mon, Daddy, pick up,” I mumbled through tears, biting into my bottom lip. I had started to lose my composure all over again.
Reality was setting in fast.
After about the fifth ring my father’s voice mail came on. “Hi, you’ve reached Gavin Rich. I am currently out of the country for three weeks. I will return on the seventeenth. If you leave me a message, I will call you back upon my return. Thank you.”
My heart sank and my shoulders slumped down in defeat. “What is today’s date?” I asked the little girl.
She looked at me with a mean mug and smacked her lips. “Today is the fifteenth,” she grumbled, her mouth curled at the ends. Then she gave me a look like “bitch, give me my phone.” I still had two days to wait for my father to return. There was no way I could survive out on the streets for two days without Eric.
“Can I just make one more call, sweetie? I can make sure you are compensated,” I pleaded with the little girl. She rolled her eyes at me. I knew with my hair sticking up, blood all over my shirt and my eye starting to swell, I probably looked like a crazy person or a crack fiend to the little girl. I was praying she didn’t just snatch her phone and leave me hanging.
“Hurry up. I’m expecting some important text messages to come through,” the little girl snapped, folding her arms across her chest. I didn’t care if she was playing hardball with a nasty attitude, I was just grateful she was allowing me to use her phone. I quickly dialed my mother’s number. It went straight to voice mail. I knew that meant she was probably with my father out of the country.
“Fuck!” I screamed, and the tears started streaming again. I really didn’t have any place to go now. I handed the little girl back her phone and started walking up the street. I didn’t know what I would do next. My mind raced with possible ways to get my hands on some money. That was the only way to please Eric at this point. I finally walked back to the apartment complex. I noticed that my Range was gone. That bastard threw me on the streets but had the nerve to still be driving around in my car. I decided I would sit in front of the apartment door and wait it out. I hoped and prayed that I didn’t have to wait outside all night long. This part of town was no place for me to be standing around alone. But I figured that since I
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