Black Rose

2.

"I know you heard me bitch." He spat.

I stopped in my tracks and chuckled quietly. Guys are quick to call a female a bitch or hoe when she doesn't give him the time of day.

"Oh now you hear me?" The guy snickered.

I turned around, now standing a few feet away from the pale man. He was covered in colorful tattoos, even his face had tattoos on them. I slightly cringed at the sight of him. Colorful ink doesn't go well on white people in my opinion. Especially the extremely pale ones.

"So I'm a bitch because I didn't speak back to you?" I rhetorically asked. "Sorry but I don't talk to random guys. Especially ones who're tipsy and standing in front of a liquor store."

He laughed as if the words I said brought him amusement. He took a cigarette out of his pocket and stuck it between his lips, but didn't light it.

"Y'all hoes just crack me up, wanna act all smart and shit." He shook his head with a sly grin on his face.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head at his idiotic statement. "You're funny, you really are." I began to leave but his hand grabbed my arm tightly. "Let go of me now." I demanded.

He pulled me closer to his body. My face scrunched up at the smell of his now lit cigarette.

"C'mon baby, stop frontin'." He mumbled in my ear. "How much I gotta give you?"

I pulled my arm, trying to get away from his grasp, but I just couldn't.

"I'm not a damn prostitute." I spat.

I pinched the skin on his hands and hoped that he would let go, but he didn't. Just my luck. He continued to grumble coquettish things in my ear as I struggled to get away.

"Yo," a guy called out. My head snapped up and my eyes locked with the guy I've seen two times yesterday. His eyes were blood shot red again. "Bryce we gotta go bro."

The guy, who I assume is Bryce, grumbled a few profanities under his breath before roughly pushing me forward. I stumbled but caught myself before I could embarrass myself.

For some reason I found myself interested in their conversation.

"Aye, get this bitch outta here or I'll get her outta here myself." Bryce sneered.

Rolling my eyes, I escorted myself back to the sidewalk and continued my walk back home.

"New York niggas crazy." Keiara scoffed through the phone.

I picked at my nails, holding my phone between my ear and shoulder. "He was white."

"Then white nigga." She spoke in a duh tone. I chuckled and rolled my eyes at her, although she couldn't see me. "Anyways, what're you wearing to the party?"

I shrugged as if she could see me. "Something that's me."

"You are not showing up in ripped jeans and a shirt Majesty." Keiara complained.

I listened to her go on and on about how she's going to choose my outfit and everything.

If it was up to me I'd honestly stay home. With Ford wandering around, or worse... dead, I don't want to go anywhere. If he's out there somewhere I hope someone returns him. I offered a $150 reward even though I don't have money to just throw around like that. That's how bad I want him back.

I constantly tossed and turned in bed. I couldn't get comfortable at all because I was so used to having Ford's thick fur coat right beside me. He's helped me through a lot, from arguments with my mom to bad breakups.

My mom's and I relationship used to be almost perfect until I became a teenager. She pushed me so hard to try and be perfect. She wanted me to dress to impress and cake my face in makeup. That just isn't me though. She has called me ugly so many times without actually saying the word 'ugly'.

That killed my self esteem so much, and since I was just a dumb adolescent I relied on a guy to make me feel pretty. That guy was my first and only boyfriend in high school. But what really pushed my mom over the edge was when she found out her daughter was only sixteen and sleeping with an eighteen year old.

She of course put me out for my 'grown antics'. I didn't have a care in the world because I was with the guy I thought I loved. We even talked about marriage, but once my mom threatened to turn him in to the police for rape he dropped me quicker than a New York minute. It was then that I realized he never had love for me, and I never had love for him.

Sadly, he loved the fast life and ended up being murdered a few months later.

If we were still together there's a ninety-five percent chance that I would be six feet under also. I'm happy I got out before my life was on the line. I'd never admit that to my mom though. I wouldn't be able to because I haven't spoken to her since I was seventeen. Now I'm twenty one going on twenty two in January. It's sad to say that I haven't spoken to my mom in almost five years.

Rolling out of bed the next morning was terrible. My body wanted to stay tied in my sheets, but my mind knew I had to get to class.

School will be the death of me.

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