My dad slowly looked over at me, his stern face turning soft after we met eyes. "You know your momma wouldn't have wanted this" he sighed.
"She wouldn't have wanted a lot of things, but good thing she's not here right" i shrugged my shoulders before i made an attempt to turn around only for him to grab my wrist.
"If you're gonna blame me for this, you got worse issues than i thought Amani" he told her.
"I can only blame you for so much, but you know what you contributed too." He shook his head in disbelief, almost as if he didn't understand what i was saying.
"I did nothing but love her—"
"You've been slowly killing mommy since we were little. This is your fault." I softly snatched my wrist back before following behind my brothers.
While walking away, i stopped in my tracks noticing a strange man standing at the front of a parked black truck. He so far off from the graveside that by the time i walked over he could've been gone, which is exactly why i stayed put.
I didn't know him and also couldn't see him because of the distance. I just found it weird for him to be so far off but to be watching us all as if he was supposed to be attending the funeral.
—but as far as i knew that could have been any one of my daddy or brothers little drug dealing buddies.
and that shit was beyond me.
Two hours later and i soon realized that the repast wasn't going to be any better than the funeral itself. Which was mostly why i didn't end up staying and found myself in some random bar.
I hated bars and hated drinking even more but at the moment liquor was only made me feel good. My mom had been put away for all of two hours and I could already feel my life changing.
I could feel myself changing.
"Aye there pretty girl, how about you slow up on those drinks" looking to my left i saw a homeless looking white man, who quickly put his arm around my shoulder.
"Um no, nigga don't touch me." I scooted away, causing his arm to fall around my waist.
"Why not lil baby. You so pretty" The man was clearly drunk, but I also wasn't in the clearest and soberest headspace at the moment.
"Bitch because" The white man only smiled more, and showed his teeth that were pointing in every direction but straight.
"Nah lil mama, I dont understand."
"—didn't she say don't touch her" a raspy voice behind me answered for myself, making both me and the white man turn around.
"Oh. Bro— my bad- i-i" the man starting struggling to get his words out out of him being scared.
"Man. Just getcho' ass from around her" the unknown man lifted his hands up before quickly walking away. Leaving me with yet another strange man in a strange bar.
I cleared my throat looking up at the dark skin man, taking all his features in. His overall rough look was something that i was loving that i was looking at.
"Thank you" i mumbled, watching him sit in the seat next to me. He nodded, looking unsure of what to say to me next.
"Can i ask you how many drinks you done had ?"
"Well I'm not drunk, so not a lot" i shrugged. "I don't think that's true" he tilted his head.
"Good thing we both don't actually care if it's true or not, Right?" I shrugged as i drunk from the glass cup in front of me.
"Nah, one of us cares. Plus you too pretty to be tipsy and stuck in a bar full of drunk ass white men" he explained.
"And who are you ? Mr. Captain save-a-hoe" i crossed my arms, watching the smirk on his face appear.
"Nah" he smiled. "I just truly wanted to make sure you was good, but if you want me to get out your face just say da'word" he says, watching me only go quiet.
"...And how would i know your any better then any of these 'drunk ass white men' " i tilted my head confused as to why he was still in my face, although i liked the look of his.
"Let me take you anywhere but here and I'll show you"
in the middle of me staring at him, i soon noticed my phone ringing none stop in-front of me. I looked down at it only to see the contact name as "you gone regret it"
I rolled my eyes and held down the large side button to make the ringing stop.
"Where we going ?"
