Nickolai & Zah'hirii: My Mafian Drugs (Reign Publications)

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Is all I heard as I walked home from school. As a reflex I ducked down, I heard the car tires screech and a loud thud hit the ground. Somebody got shot. I looked up and seen a male's body a few feet away from me on the ground. I got up and walked over to him. I instantly recognized his face. I started to cry and I fell to my knees. That person on the ground is my daddy.
"Daddy. Wake up. Daddy! Wake up!" I screamed with tears rolling down my face.
I kept shaking him, I was getting blood all over my school uniform, but I didn't care. I just cared about saving my dad. There was no life left into him. Just by how his body moved when I shook him. I screamed for my mom. She came running out the door. When she saw my dad, she broke down. All the neighbors were outside, cars stopped. It's like the whole world stopped. A few minutes later the police arrived.
They took his body and put it in the ambulance. The ambulance sped to the hospital and we followed behind them. We sat in the hospital waiting room. People were staring at us but they tried not to make it obvious. If I seen a little girl and her mom covered in blood with red eyes and dried tear stains on their face, I would stare too. They called us back to say our final goodbyes. I went in and looked at his dead body.
I started to cry even more. We left and went back to our little red bricked apartment in the hood as they call it. When we got home, I ran to my room and laided on my bed. I thought over what just happened. I cried and cried until there was no more tears. My eyelids started to feel heavily. I closed my eyes and went to sleep. That was the last memory I had of him. Ever since my father died. My mother turned into evil itself. She got hooked on drugs, she had different men in the house every night. She would beat me if I didn't do things how she liked. She even beat me for not walking how she wanted me to. I'm not talking about a butt whooping for kids who are bad. I'm talking about an ass beatin’ you get when y'all beefin. Like she beats me like I'm one of the girls who talk shit and wants to fight. I went to school with bruises. She is so bad that she lets her men do anything they want with me. I cried myself to sleep every night. I wish my dad was here with me. She works and uses all her money for drugs and things for her. Like now she's yelling in my face for not getting her some Hennessey fast enough.
"Now go to your room, stupid whore." She said, then she slapped me with her glass bottle. It shattered on my face and the glass cut my cheek.
I cried out in pain and ran into my room. I went into my bathroom and carefully removed the glass and saw the blood pour from my cheek.
I pulled out the cleaning supplied and cleaned my wound and wrapped it.
Once all was done, I laid on my bed and went to sleep.
I woke up to loud moans and the headboard banging against the wall.
“This is crazy,” I sighed and laid on my bed and did my best to fall asleep.

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