Intro. To Chaos
🌙Islandé🌙 (is-land-da)
"Islandé!, Islandé runnnnnn!" My mother screamed in her thick Haitian accent. Terror displayed on her chocolate skin as tears ran down her cheeks slowly. She kept screaming as my uncle and father tried to attack me. My other uncle held her at gun point as tears streamed down his iced-coffee colored cheek. I hurried and grabbed my emergency black bookbag that my mother placed at the backdoor in case my father found us.
As I ran down the back alley way that my mother and I walked plenty of times, it finally hit me. I couldn't see my mother until I'm eighteen years of age. I'm only fifteen I don't know a thing about taking care of myself. Sadly, I knew this day would happen ...But not this soon. My mother-Yanis prepared me for this scenario, she told me what path to take when they came, where to run to and to check the bookbag for everything that I will need. I looked back to see if I lost him and saw nothing.
I pushed pass people as I ran in the entrance of the Shell gas station and told the Indian man that my mom was friends with that its time. He looked at me with a worried expression and told me in a panicky voice to go in the back, lock the door and use the phone to call the number in my book bag and they will come get me. I look at him with a confused expression painted onto my face. My mother told me that I was to never look in the book bag until this day.
As I unzipped my bookbag I heard shuffling, I turned my head quickly thinking it was my father or one of my uncles, and panicked. I hurried and opened the bookbag revealing money and a piece of paper with a number written on it in neat hand writing, it was taped into the inside of the bag. As I dug into the bottom of the bookbag I found a pink taser, a locket, and a small red journal. I hurried and reached for the taser.
A boy that look around my age or a little older stood tall, I sighed relieved that it wasn't you know who.
This boy had the most beautiful Hershey chocolate skin, broad shoulders and sparkling brown eyes. He had a scar on the left side of his neck. He looked scared for a second while eyeing my taser-Betsey.
"Baby girl, put the taser down" he spoked in a soothing voice. A grimed expression instantly came across my face, I zapped Betsey on to show him she is fully capable of doing damage. I was confused as to why he's back here. In reality he seems suspect. But his confidence of telling me what to do while I'm holding the weapon intrigued me. I shifted all of my weight to my right leg while placing my right hand on my right hip, "Why should I ?" I asked with squinted eyes. He licked his lip triggering me to suck my teeth in annoyance, I knew he was about to say something stupid. "Because I said so. Plus, you don't want to have a problem with me". I just looked at this fool like he was crazy, I should use Betsy just so he knows I'm not just some little girl. But unfortunately I don't have time to see the image of him shaking rapidly on the floor. I faced the table that held the forest green telephone and my black bookbag with grey trimming and powered Betsey off. After collecting my self I swiped the number that was taped down, plopped in the chair and dialed the number while running my right hand through my hair.
👾Emrey👾 (em-ray)
She looked stress out. She sighed before calling someone on the old phone, I'm guessing the police. I exhaled and rub my hands down my face, I peeked at her from behind my fingers and studied her for a second. She had a petite shaped body and looked younger than me. The dark skinned beauty spoke with a accent in her voice. I studied her side profile and saw she looked tired and worn out. My eyes traveled her appearance and stopped on her shoes, she wore dirty Ked's on her feet, regular blue jeans, and a floral collar shirt.
Shaking my head I sighed louder to get her attention. She turned her head around and squinted her eyes at me with a irritated look, "What?" She yelled. "Can you please not call the police on me, please?" I begged while rubbing the back of my neck. She rolled her eyes again, I secretly hoped her eyes rolled out of the sockets. "Listen boy, I'm not worried about what you have going on, I have more important things to worry about then your criminal behavior" she said eyeing me. "Thank you" I whispered and crawled out the window.
'🌙Islandé🌙'
After the boy crawled out the window somebody finally picked up the phone, "Hello?" a deep voice blared from the other side of the phone. I looked at the phone for a second before placing it back to my ears. "Umm yess this is Islandé, I'm not sure who I'm speaking to but my father found my mother and I and I'm at the Shell gas station on Main Street in the back room. Mr. Kupar told me to call this number." I spoke while nervously tapping my nails on the mahogany table. "Yeah, I'm on my way, hold tight and don't come out until I say cherrywood." He said while I heard shuffling in the background. "Cherrywood?" I asked confused that's really weird. "Yea gyal don't question meh. No one else will tink of cherrywood, it's smart I know." He spoke with humor in his voice. Now that I paid attention to his dialect he sound of a Jamaican accent. "Well, while you on the phone what is your name and why did I have to call you?" I asked since I needed to know about a complete stranger who knew who I was. I didn't know the difference between him and a can of paint. He sighed and I heard a car door shut "My name is Yelai and the rest I will tell yhu when I come, now bye." He hung up on me, wow. I shook my head while placing the phone on the hook, he's so rude. I zipped my bookbag up while thinking about my mom. I wish I could go back and get her but she told me to listen and not to be hard headed during this situation because it's about life and death. I wiped the stray tear that fell and heard footsteps approaching. I hurried and threw my bookbag onto my back while growing nervous.
"Cherrywood" the Jamaican accent whispered while placing a single knock on the door.
I sighed and then chuckled realizing who it was. I approached the door and twisted the door knob. On the other side stood a dark-skin man with a black beared and a connecting mustache, he had a muscular arm, dark brown eyes and had on a white shirt, olive green cargo pants and darkbrown clarks graced his feet. He had a gold watch on his right wrist. He was handsome and looked around my mom age. He seemed oddly familar.
"Umm gyal lets go, so we can get yhu to a safe place." Urgency laced his voice.
'👤Yelai👤' (ye-lay)
As we where riding in the car back to my condo I observed her for a minute. She had lips like her mother, my button nose, her mother naturally arched eyebrows, my high-cheek bones, and my skin complexion. She is the perfect blend of us together. I sighed thinking back to when I missed years of her life off one stupid mistake. And the problem still isn't solved.
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Once we arrived to my place of residence I showed her where she would be sleeping.
As she looked around in her new room. I stood in the door way, my eyes locked onto the book bag she held in her hand.
"Is all the clothes you have, in that bag?" I questioned while pointing to it. "Um no sir it's no clothes in the bag; the only clothes that I have are on my back." She said with a single tear rolling down her face; I sighed and instantly felt guilty because if I would of never cheated on her mother things would have been different.
"Well, tomorrow I'll take ya to the store to get some clothing gyal." With that being said I walked out and sulked in my own guilt.
I spent time with one child and not the other. I knew she was going to be distant from me and with me not telling her who I am, things are only going to get worse.
As I sat down on the bed, I pictured her mother smooth silky skin, and her laughter wishing I could see her again. But only time will tell.
