Rinse

Chapter 2

As I sit here waiting for this girl to comeback, I sit and think, “What’s so special about that redhead girl? Is she that good?” I just don’t understand, what is so special about her? Is it the s*x? Does she communicate like a goddess ‘cause she is beautiful in my eyes, just a w***e in high school. Does she just have the best anything?! I don’t know, I can’t stress myself over someone who is busy suckin’ and fuckin. Hours have gone by and yet Jas has not come back. I picked up my phone and called her. Voicemail...weird? “Let me call again,” I call...voicemail. She’s worrying me. I got up and walked over to her house but guess what I heard. Yelling, screaming, abuse. I heard Jasmine screaming... her dad...maybe. I ran out of her apartment complex. She lives on the third floor, but the building is very climbable, and her window is always open, so I bust my way inside and all I see is her clothes on the floor, her toothbrush, her medicine just everywhere. A fight happened; all I could hear was Jasmine screaming. Her screams were horrifying, that means she is being the worst type of abuse. I ran out of her room to see her on the floor bleeding, pleading for mercy. “Mama, please! Stop mama, I’m bleeding please!” Her mom was whooping her with a spiked belt and the blood was dripping, “I do not give a DAMN! You ain’t leavin’ me to stay with them rich bitches, you take the hits from your bum ass daddy, not me! You stayin’ with me b***h!” I jumped on her mom’s back to get her away from Jasmine, and she quickly ran to her room, “Harlem get in here now, hurry!” I jumped off and ran so quick you could call me the flash. “Jasmine, when did this happen. Why was she beating you like you stole something? Does she not see the blood all over you?!” Jasmine just sat there senseless. “Is she right...” I looked at her crazy. “About what? What did she exactly say and do to you?” Long story short, her mom got jealous that Jasmine was finally going to be in a peaceful environment, and she immediately wished the worst for her. And her saying that her daddy should be abusing her and not her mom anymore is f****d up. I cleaned her bruises comforting her while her mother finally passed out from the alcohol she drank. I told Jas to write a note telling her mother that she was leaving and don’t try to look for her, her bags were packed with everything she needed and the one thing she wanted. A gift from Raheem. It was a Build-A-Bear stuffed animal. Camouflaged color. Her favorite color. The only thing I would every thank him for, that always lets her relive her childhood (the good version anyway). We snuck out the window and I walked her to my house.