I had spent all day moving packs on the block. It was getting late, but I still had a few more to sell. It was warm out, but there was a cool breeze in the air. The sun had set a while ago and the streets were scattered with crackheads and drug dealers. When I walked around the streets at this time of night, I started to feel bad about what I was doing. I had met some bad people in my life, and they always got what they deserved.
My mom hadn't had a day off in her life. She worked every single day, and I knew it was all for me, Valentina, and Emelia. I just wanted to help her, and soon enough she'll be able to work less. She sent Valentina and Emelia to private schools, because she wanted better for them. She wanted them to reach their full potential. I knew they would be great, and they deserved a chance. In Colombia, we would never be able to have an opportunity. We would probably stay in our barrio our whole lives. My parents sacrificed everything for us, and now that I was a man, And my dad was gone, I had to pick up the slack.
Most of the guys that I sold with just did it for their families. Either their younger siblings, or their own kids, or to help support their parents. Was that so wrong?Did that make them bad people? I knew selling drugs was bad, but I didn't feel like a bad person, and I didn't think they were bad people either.
In the darkness, I saw a figure walking toward me, he was big and tall. He walked quickly and with purpose. His arms swung at his sides and his hands were balled into fists. Ive had trouble before but never on this street. I sighed deeply and prepared myself to fight. He had a dark blue bag around on his shoulders and The person came up close, and I was thrown off by the loudness.
"Are you El Vato?" He said abruptly.
Not recognizing the voice, I looked closely at the person. The street light illuminated our path and I leaned closer. His face was hard and he had a scar across his right cheek that dragged to his chin. The scar pulled the skin around it tight and made his face look even meaner.
I thought of my dad. He taught me to be fearless, but right now I scared, like a little boy who had just got to the United States, that missed his friends from back home.
"se que tienes miedo, y extrañas a casa, pero No te olvides que Dios esta a tu lado siempre, y yo también estaré allí, a tu lado, por siempre"
(I know your scared, and you miss home, but Don't forget God is always by your side, and I'll be there too, at your side, always)
My dad always knew exactly what I was feeling, and what to say. But that was then, and this was now, and he wasn't here by my side. He was gone.
"Who the fuck asking?" I said puffing my chest toward the man. I looked him in the eye and saw nothing. He was gone too, a different type of gone.
"The Bosses boss need you to move this" he says taking the bad off his shoulders and pushing it into my chest. He was stern and had a deep voice.
"What the fuck bro" I was pissed. I didn't even recognize the guy. Was this a fucking set up?
"You got two weeks" he said walking away, his expression never changing.
"Two weeks, or get your brains blown out" he yelled from afar. That was the last time I ever saw that guy.
I unzipped the bag and looked inside
"Fuck" I threw my head back and yelled into the dark night. No one was around and I knew I wouldn't be heard but I felt comforted. The backpack had two large bricks of white powder in it. 2 kilos was impossible to move in two weeks. I was fucked. At this point, I decided I was just going to go home and figure this shit out tomorrow.
I walked into the apartment and was met by my mother. The living room was empty and I realized she had been waiting for me. I really wasn't in the mood to talk right now, but she wouldn't care. I greeted her with a hug, and tried to walk past her and into my room. I knew I wasn't getting off that easy. She stopped me from passing and said
"Cuando me ibas decir que tienes una amiguita metida en mi casa, Bruno?"
(When were you going to tell me your little friend is staying in my house)
"Huh? Um, Mami I-"
"Bruno, no te hagas el pendejo, ya la conocí"
(dont act dumb, I already met her)
"Perdóname mami, Ella necesitaba mi ayuda, no la podía rechazar."
( I'm sorry, she needed my help, I couldn't turn her away)
"No te preocupes, pero ten cuidado, y nada de pendejadas, oyes?"
(Don't worry, but be careful, and no funny shit, you understand?)
I kissed her on the cheek and thanked her. I knew this was coming eventually, but I didn't expect it to go so well. I was shocked that she didn't kick the both of out.
I walked to the room and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, nervously. When she heard the door open, she stood up quickly and walked toward me. She hugged me tightly and said
"I'm so sorry, is she mad, I can leave tonight" she was shaking and I heard her voice crack. I hugged her back and and chuckled as I shook my head.
"Hey, hey , hey, don't worry, everything is okay, everything is fine"
"Really" she said as she breathed out in a relived state.
"At least now you can leave the room" I laughed.
She let out as soft laugh as well and broke the hug, sitting back down. It was almost 1 am and I was ready for bed. I hopped in a quick shower, and when I got to the room, Imani was standing there, with her back turned to me, changing. The room was hot and the breeze coming from the open window wasn't helping. I pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it on the ground. I pulled the covers back on the bed and got in, ready to sleep.
"It's so hot in here" she said with a slight laugh after.
"Yeah I got to buy a new fan, I gave my old one to Emelia, because she said she was going to tell Mami I was the one who broke the clock in the living room after I told her it was-" suddenly I was snapped out of my rant when I saw her pull her shorts down her legs and kick them aside.
"What are you doing" I said, mesmerized by her body.
"It's really hot" she said as she reached for her tank top and pulled it off.
"Oh" was all I could manage as I stared at her bare chest. I looked at her all the way down to her toes, taking in how her breasts sat perfectly, and the way her pink underwear had the tiniest bow on the waistband. Her legs were long and she had a small scratch on her stomach next to her belly button. As I wondered how she'd gotten that, I looked back to her face and caught here eyes. She was staring at me stare at her.
I cleared my throat loudly "sorry" I said, barely audible. She got into the bed on her side and I turned off the light. Her back was toward me, but moved close to her and wrapped my arm around her bare torso. I leaned my head close to hers, and I kissed her on the neck, right below her jaw. "Goodnight" I said, still against her skin. I heard slight moan as my mouth lingered.
I took that as a sign, it fueled my hunger and encouraged me to keep going. I kissed on her neck again and again, she moved her body closer and turned her head so that we faced each other. It was dark, but I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her mouth. She sucked on my bottom lip as I flipped her over so she was straddling me. She deepened the kiss and tangle her fingers through my hair, she put her hand on my dick, over my shorts and started rubbing. I pulled her even closer, to increase the friction between us and she kissed me harder.
Suddenly, she pulled away and was still. We stared at each other in the dark, out of breath. She got back on her side of the bed and giggled.
Deviously, and with lust in her voice, she said