Weed: A Short Story
Vic moved with us while Auntie got on her feet. Seem like she fell off after that. She never worked cause unc paid everything. He still sent money but she would spend it on weed, then it was that dope. No one judged her. She and big Vic snorted and smoked together.
Everybody had their own demons and we had close nit family. Nomatter what the situation was we held each other down. So while my nanny got her shit together amy mom picked up the slack, her being Vic's god mom and all it was her responsibility and it was nothing since Vic had always been by us anyway, thats how Vic and I became so close. We were raised together our whole lives. This was my brother before cousin or anything else because we were raised as siblings. My mom was this …show more content…
She didn't know her new hubby was a junky. Shit all the signs were there. She covered up nice for him though. She told everybody he died of a heart attack. Which was true but it was the heroine he shot in his pinky toe that caused him to go into cardiac arrest.
Chelle's babydaddy went to jail when lil Quan was about six. I guess the cycle continues.
Ja'Quan was doing a ten year bid on some trafficking charges he pled guilty to. Just a minor set back for a major comeback.
Big Quan was still making moves and stacking money on the low. Chelle would still receive large sums of money from Quan's people.
Quan had two other babymommas that Chelle knew of. She would send them a few hundred every month and stack the rest. Vic paid all her bills and she worked as a manager running one of he and Heavy's sports bars. She would also put money away for once lil Quan …show more content…
I know my child is a fighter." She said in my ear as she hugged me. My eyes scanned the room landing on the family that was crying. The elder lady whom looked to be fresh out of church with her big floppy hat on and off-white skirt and blouse. She set in a chair across from my mom sobbing like she'd lost her child. I knew cause her cries were of a broken mother. A young girl whom could've been maybe twelve or thirteen was fanning the older lady with one of those paper fans from church. It had a picture of praying hands with a rosary and a scripture on top. The man that was standing next to her rubbing her back, tried helping her up but she wouldn't allow him to touch her. Every time he would say "C'mon momma" reaching for her arm, she would jerk her self
Everybody had their own demons and we had close nit family. Nomatter what the situation was we held each other down. So while my nanny got her shit together amy mom picked up the slack, her being Vic's god mom and all it was her responsibility and it was nothing since Vic had always been by us anyway, thats how Vic and I became so close. We were raised together our whole lives. This was my brother before cousin or anything else because we were raised as siblings. My mom was this …show more content…
She didn't know her new hubby was a junky. Shit all the signs were there. She covered up nice for him though. She told everybody he died of a heart attack. Which was true but it was the heroine he shot in his pinky toe that caused him to go into cardiac arrest.
Chelle's babydaddy went to jail when lil Quan was about six. I guess the cycle continues.
Ja'Quan was doing a ten year bid on some trafficking charges he pled guilty to. Just a minor set back for a major comeback.
Big Quan was still making moves and stacking money on the low. Chelle would still receive large sums of money from Quan's people.
Quan had two other babymommas that Chelle knew of. She would send them a few hundred every month and stack the rest. Vic paid all her bills and she worked as a manager running one of he and Heavy's sports bars. She would also put money away for once lil Quan …show more content…
I know my child is a fighter." She said in my ear as she hugged me. My eyes scanned the room landing on the family that was crying. The elder lady whom looked to be fresh out of church with her big floppy hat on and off-white skirt and blouse. She set in a chair across from my mom sobbing like she'd lost her child. I knew cause her cries were of a broken mother. A young girl whom could've been maybe twelve or thirteen was fanning the older lady with one of those paper fans from church. It had a picture of praying hands with a rosary and a scripture on top. The man that was standing next to her rubbing her back, tried helping her up but she wouldn't allow him to touch her. Every time he would say "C'mon momma" reaching for her arm, she would jerk her self