Aisha and I sat at the table dumbstruck as Ya-ya looked back and forth between us.
"Do you know who that is?" asked Ya-ya completely clueless.
"Yeah. He's a teacher from Crestwood." Said Vicky.
The only reason we knew he was a Crestwood teacher was because he was wearing their school shirt. I bet you're saying "oh that could just be a guy that bought that shirt cuz it looked cool" well you're wrong. Crestwood only gives their shirts to students and teachers and he didn't look like a student.
"How are you girls doing today?" asked the mysterious Crestwood teacher.
"Fine." We all said simultaneously.
We avoided eye contact and Ya-ya followed suit. Our mother came down the stairs wearing her expensive red Vera Wang dress. She hasn't worn that since Christmas and that was five months ago.
"Girls this is Ted. He's a Geometry teacher at Crestwood." Said mom walking up beside "Ted".
"Why is he here?" I didn't mean to sound rude but it just slipped out that way.
"He was at the seminar I hosted and he complimented me on my work although I can't understand why a man like him would need motivation." She turned
and smiled at him.
"Oh. Well we're all going to the mall so I'll see you later, mom." I wasn't hoping to see Ted later.
We all got up from the table and walked towards the front door. I was the last one out the door and just before I closed it a hand
It was Ted.
"You girls behave yourselves." Said Ted.
Who the hell does he think he is telling us to behave? Please. He is not my dad. I let go of the door instead of closing it and walked to the car. He watched us back out of the driveway before closing it.
"What was that about?" asked Aisha when we were a safe distance away.
"He told us to 'behave ourselves'." I said putting air quotes around behave ourselves.
"Who the hell does he think he is?" asked Vicky repeated what I thought when he said it.
"I don't like him." Said Aisha.
"Me either." I said.
"So are we really going to the mall?" asked Ya-ya who finally spoke up.
"Do you guys want to?"
"It's kind-of early," replied Aisha. "Why don't we head to the basketball court? I bet Derwin and Ray are there already."
"No." I said sternly. Tears began welling up in my eyes and I bit my lip to hold the retched tears back.
"I don't want to talk about it."
I noticed the car had stopped moving. We were in front of Jeremiah's house. I haven't seen him in days and he lives in my neighborhood.
"Tell us please." Pleaded Ya-ya.
I sighed and prepared myself for telling the awful thing I witnessed at HIS party. I wouldn't dare say HIS name.
"AT THE PARTY LACEY WAS IN A ROOM ON HER KNEES IN FRONT OF HIM DOING THE NASTY!!!" I blurted out. Tears the size of grapes overflowed in my
eyes and ran down my face. I hiccupped and cried and couldn't speak anymore.
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Synopsis: What would you do if you were a prisoner in your own home? If the person you were told to trust was the one hurting you and you couldn't do anything about it? Jazmaine and her sister Victoria learn to bond and stick together as things star...