Antidote

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My mom has been missing for 3 days now. I've been spending all morning taping her picture to walls and light posts. It was a fairly good morning. It wasn't to hot or to cold if a temperature outside. It was a pretty clear day. No fights or drama going on. Just a couple of kids playing basketball down the street. I was humming some music, when I red car pulled up. This tall dude hopped out. He was really tall, and buff. He was light skinned and bald and he had a couple face tats. I seen that nigga around before. He was always around the gang bangers and shit.
Yo he said walking up next to me
Hi, I responded simply
I didn't think much of him. I assumed he was gonna try and flirt and fuck. I could just use the good old lesbian excuse, and hope he doesn't rape me anyways.
Sorry about yo mom. Word on the street she vanished huh. He said pointing at the poster I was taping to the light post.

S- Yea. She's usually out and about with friends, but this time she's been gone longer than I thought. I hope she's ok.

Yea, we'll I sure do hope she's back with my money.

S- Umm, I beg your pardon. I turned to face him. He wore this smirk on his face that gave me chills.

She has bad habits. You know what I mean?
How does he know about her cocaine addiction? What the hell is going on here?
S- Is there a problem? I asked not trying to sound afraid.
Yea there is actually. You see your mom has habits, expensive ones too. Cocaine is valuable, and I take my business seriously. She owes me some money.. a lot of money actually.

S- How much does she owe?

$4000

S- If I pay you $4500 will you leave us alone forever?

You got it. But lemme tell you something. I need that money. I don't care where it comes from, I don't care who pays, you or your mom. I just need it paid. And if it's not paid in 1 month.. then I'll find other ways for you to pay off your mother's debt.
He caressed my cheek before I slapped his hand away.
I'm not a bad guy, I just got bad tactics on getting what I want. Trust me, for your sake, you'll pay me off.

S- Ight.
GODFUCKINGDAMMIT. I'm already running out of food. I just payed the bills so I should have the house for another month. I'm so fucking screwed. How the hell am I gonna pay this off. $4500. It could be $4000 but my dad always told me if I ever ended up like this, to always pay them more for protection. They can always try and ask for little fees but if you just pay them more, they can't ask for nun else from you. My daddy was a smart man, he just got caught up in the system. And my mom, she was smart college educated, beautiful, funny. Everybody loved my mom, but when my dad got locked up, and she lost her medical license from not paying off her student loans, and she got on crack, nobody loved her enough to help her. I've learned from her mistakes. You can't depend on nobody but yourself. You don't have to worry about you snitching on yourself, you don't have to worry about you hurting yourself. The only things that can hurt you in life is the outside noise. The drugs, gangbangers, the fake ness. You come into this world alone, and you leave it alone. Your all you got at the end of the day. I have a sister. Her dad wasn't around, so mine cared for her like his own. Her dad wasn't around but he was rich, and she got to go to college. I'm stuck in the slums. I could ask her for help, but I know her. She'll say she'll help, and last minute go ghost. She's like mom, she runs from things. I'm like my dad, I get shit done as soon as possible and I move on.
I walked over to my house and I started getting ready for bed. I got a call from this girl  Melani I was I guess friends with in high school. We weren't close we were just school friends that went to parties from time to time. She is the complete opposite of me. She's light spirited, wild, out going, not the brightest but she graduated some how. She was relatively nice to hang around at times.
S- wassup
M- giiiiiirrrrrrllllll guess what?
S- what?
M- there's this party tomorrow night and that fine ass nigga Roddy Ricch gon be there.
S- Roddy Ricch?
M- yea you know that real pretty nigga with hazel green eyes from Compton. He blew up from rapping recently.
S- oh yea I heard of him.
M- he's so dreamy
I just let her ramble about her dream man or whatever. To me he was an opportunity. Rappers carry around money. If I pretend to be one of these little groupie chicken heads and get alone with him, maybe I could see how things play and finesse some money. I could either ask him straight up for $5000 and fuck him, or I could wait for a window of opportunity and take the $5000 when he's not around. I really don't want to fuck him though, I'm not no prostitute. But I mean I would only have to do it once. Get it over with and get the money.
S- yea that sounds like fun. Thanks for calling Melani. You always know when I need to go out and de stress.
Yea let me just put up this front that I'm an ignorant little groupie that actually gives af about this nigga.

Sofia:

Melani:

Roddy: