What if you only had 48 hours in a life or death situation? Would you roll the dice to stay alive or will love get in the way?
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Dasheni a mother, a go getter a hustling ass b!tch from the projects. Born and raised in Brooklyn New York with one chi...
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I watched through the chained gate the kid chest rise and fall.
He laid on the cement ground sleeping, probably exhausted from everything that happened.
Blending in with the rest of Big Money's workers, I walked towards the cage to get a closer look at the kid.
He was small and looked scared even in his sleep and a fresh scar laid on his cheek.
Sighing, I pulled the stolen key out my pocket and hesitantly checked my surroundings before placing the key into the padded lock.
Turning is clockwise, it popped with a click indicting it was open.
Slowly I unattached the chain from the door trying to keep quiet and unseen.
Finally, I walked into the cage and saw him fully. He wore an orange shirt and blue pants. He only had socks on his feet and one had a huge hole at the top showcasing his big toe.
Clinching my jaw, I squatted down placing the fresh bag of burger king and drink near him so he can have it as soon as he wakes up.
I watched him peacefully sleep in this unpeaceful place.
Rubbing his head, I pecked his forehead.
Kids are much more resilient, I know he will bounce back from this. However, I won't... I will get revenge one way or another.
"I'ma get you out of here... I promise."I whispered knowing he couldn't hear then I disappeared to do what I came to do.
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Huffing I rolled over on the bed to lay on my back.
Staring at the ceiling I counted the cracks feeling bored and helpless.
It's almost a day & some change since I seen my son and in that time all we gather was chump change.
Staring up at the ceiling, I look into the nothingness trying to fix my mouth to pray to ...god. to pray for miracle, for some luck.
It wasn't something I did often. I'm a believer but I also don't believe he will hear me. All the horrible shit I've done I'm probably on list to go downstairs rather then up.
