My Spooky // On My Block

Four

I put my phone down and looked up at my ceiling. Maybe a weekend away could be good for me. Maybe it's just what I needed.

I started feeling hungry, so I got out of bed and went to the kitchen. My brother and father were in the living room with their friends.

"Imani." My dad called out.

"What?"

"Come here." He said. I rolled my eyes and walked into the living room with my arms crossed.

"What?" I asked again. I cringed at the way his friends looked at me.

"I heard you've been hanging out with Santos trash again. You buddy buddy with Spooky?" He asked.

"So what if I am? How is that your business?"

"I didn't raise you to be no Santos bitch." He spit.

"You didn't do much raising at all. I raised myself, and I raised Latrelle until he got old enough to be under your influence. He's 14 and you've got my baby brother involved with drugs and playing with guns."

"Leave me out of this." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"Latrelle has potential to take over some day. I had hoped that would be you, but I see you prefer a different crowd. So what the fuck you doin, hanging with the Santos? You they bitch now?" My dad laughed, causing his friends to laugh.

"Yeah, I fucked Spooky." I shrugged, "but I got something beautiful in return. For the record, I'd rather be a Santos bitch than your daughter." I shrugged. He glared standing up.

"You got knocked up by a Santos?" Latrelle asked.

"Yup. Spooky is Princess' father." My dad got in my face.

"And in a couple years when I'm long gone, Princess will have no idea who the fuck you are." I told him. He grabbed me by my throat and shoved me into a wall.

"You fucking disgust me." He said between his teeth. I glared at him despite the fact I couldn't breathe.

"Yo pops come on chill." Latrelle said.

"I think your sister needs to be taught a lesson."

He let me go, but just as I filled my lungs with air, I felt a sting across my face. I hissed and clenched My jaw. I stood up straight and looked at him.

"You think you tough?" He asked.

"You're a bitch that likes to hit females. I don't blame my mom for leaving your sorry ass." He swung and connected his fist to my face. My mouth instantly filled with blood, that I was quick to spit at him.

"Let's pay your friend Spooky a visit." He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me outside. He put me in the car as he got in the front. Everyone got into their cars, and followed him to Spooky's house. I guess the cat will be coming out the bag today.

As we pulled up out front, I could see all the Santos standing up, alert. Oscar was on the porch having a smoke. My dad got out the car laughing.

"What're you doing in my hood?" Oscar asked walking over. The Santos followed close behind. The prophets surrounded my dad.

"I come barring gifts." He opened the door, and grabbed me. I huffed as I was forced to stand in front of everybody. Oscar's face hardened when he saw the state I was in.

"I got your baby mama here. I always wondered who got my daughter knocked up."

"Daughter?"

"Oh yeah, she didn't tell you? Figures, she's kinda ashamed of me these days."

"Because you're a piece of shit." He slapped me again. This caused the Santos to pull out their guns, the Prophets doing the same. I used my strength and pushed him as hard as I could.

"Fuck you! I'm tired of the bullshit!" I walked over to the yard and picked up a bat off the ground. I pointed it at my dad as I walked over to their cars. He started to move over to me.

"Touch me. I dare you." He looked at me amused. I walked over to his car and swung the bat, knocking out the passenger window.

"I'm tired of these stupid ass cars!" I smashed another window.

"I'm tired of this fucking hood and all the bullshit that goes on in it!" I smashed out the rest of the windows.

"Imani!" He yelled. I ignored him and did the same to another one of their cars. Before walking over to him. I pushed him again.

"Fuck you. Fuck everybody here! What the fuck is the point?!"

"Imani!" I heard someone yell from across the street. I ignored it and looked at my dad.

"I'm tired of you putting your fucking hands on me." I hit him hard with the bat. He groaned and fell to his knees. I kicked him down and hit him again. I went to swing one more time, but someone grabbed me pulling away. I fought and turned around and faced Mario.

"What the hell is going on?" I shook my head and turned back around to look at Oscar.

"Thanks for nothin, and congrats on the baby." I dropped the bat and walked away from the Santos house. Mario followed me expressing his concerns. Once we got to his house, he brought me to the bathroom to help me get cleaned up.

"You can't stay in that house anymore."

"I'm fine Mario."

"A busted lip and a bruised face is not fine Mani. It's not safe for you or Princess."

"Where are we suppose to go?"

"Stay here until you get enough for your place." He said.

"Mario no." I sighed.

"Yes."

"Your mother does not want the daughter of a prophet staying with her."

"She doesn't have to know that part, we just tell her about the abuse." He said. I sighed softly.

"Let me think about it." He nodded.

"Let me get you some ice." He said. Mario had talked to his mom about having Princess stay for the weekend and she was fine with it. So Mario went with me to my house to get some clothes for both of us. I thanked Latrelle for staying at the house with Princess.

We drove back to his house. I kissed Princess and told her I'd be back in a few days. After that, Mario and I got on the road.