The parents claimed, and I quote, " they got calls from the neighbors, they could hear cries when I was around, taking care of the baby, that I wasn't taking good care of the baby, and I felt threatened".
If I felt threatened in the first place, why did you hire me in the first place, broke ass bitches?!
They even involved the police at some point
I finally realized I needed a change. I couldn't go on like this. I was getting on my years. I was pushing 30 at this moment.
No stable job no house or even an apartment no car no wife no kids, my life was the definition of a failure
If I didn't do something about it, I could drop dead at any moment from bad health, eating crappy food, and a weak heart from overworking and little to no sleep.
It was there, in spite and suffrage, I remembered a friend, David, from a while back, we both worked at a McDonald's eatery at the time. Bro got into drugs probably the suffrage was too much to take unlike me that still clung unto the hope of a turnaround at life
And as his luck would have it, he succeeded, got rich and was swimming in cash lots of cash.
When he had quit back then people had criticized him calling him all sorts of names, some even said it was people like him that didn't want to work hard and dabbled into drugs that messed up the society like this
And my wormlike brain agreed on that, that the way to succeed is through endless grind and hard work
I even tripled my work putting more energy but it wore off after some days
Guess who showed up after three months, music blaring in his new red Lamborghini
Heavy diamond chain swinging on his neck, tattoo littered all over skin. He looked like a typical gangster and drug dealer
He has bought everything in the shop and handed us wards of cash each
Come and see as the same people calling him names behind his back started kissing up to him
Mother's and father's pitching their daughter like wares on the streets to be bargained on, while those with sons said they could be his goons and serve him
Typicall hypocrites!!
For me, my self-righteousness didn't allow me to take anything from him and I slammed his money to his face calling it dirty. That it would be beneath me to take such
I probably still thought life was a bed of roses
He has looked at me like he wanted to swallow me whole, my legs had turned to jelly but I met his gaze head on unyielding
But thankfully the other staff came to my aid and pleaded
Probably why I am still walking and not in the ground with a few bullets in me
Stupid me now trying to call him to save my ass.
Typical hypocrite!
Pulling out my phone to give David a quick call
Ring-ring-ring
"Hello...who is this" a familiar voice came through the line
" Ohhh this is Trevor" I said nervously eyes twitching a bit"we once worked together at McDonald's. I was your coworker at the time....." I trailed off
"..."
" Erm....hello…." I asked again, and the silence was killing me
" Ohhh so it's you Trevor long time no see, David said in a realizing tone didn't think you would be the one to call after slamming them papers on my face"
" This is some freaking shit huh?" David asked bewildered
Chuckling nervously " yeah...yo bro I am really sorry about how that shit went down, I didn't mean that shit really" I tried apologizing
" Yo, we're cool…we're cool," David said, " so what's up?" He asked
"Why are you calling?, Hope you aren't calling for them papers are you" he asked jokingly
" No...erm yeah about that..... stuff, can you still put me on that shit, I need something to change my life. I am tired of this shit?"
"What shit?" He said playfully
" Err...er...the drugs and stuff" i whispered glacing around me careful not to be heard
"Ohhh sure" chuckling " we could meet up at the usual place"
" Sure thing boss, thanks a lot this means a lot to me"
" Yeah sure...."
And the line went dead
Sigh. Putting my phone back in my pocket
"Hopefully he shows up" I murmured under my breath strolling back home while mentally calculating what to eat tonight
Burgers seem nice.....but a bit expensive
Nah....hot dogs with a cup of milk
Nah....its....
THE NEXT DAY,
we met up at our usual joint and after the initial greetings and stuff , he agreed to show me the ropes and have me under him for old times sake, because he handled small time drug trade in town and the surroundings ares.
Not after eating up my ass about me formerly having hopes about life
He had said " Trevor, there are two ways to make it here
Through connections which we clearly don't have
And the bad way
David was half Mexican half African
Yeah the worst skin and race combination you could have in a country called America
The so called white supremacist!!
So he put me on, we started from small jobs like smuggling through pizza boxes and stuff then after a few months graduated to smuggling $100,000 dollars worth of Drugs and stuff.
From police chase to gun fights, turf wars and hit and runs e.t.c. My life was full of blood, guns and drugs but I was living my best life.
Money, wine, women!
No drugs!!
Made sure of that that was a red line I made sure not to cross
If not that shit would mess with my head and I would lose it altogether
We had always partied at David's bar because he owned one. It was our base of operations and stuff. Life was finally looking up. You know there is an old saying money makes the man and that's true at this point.
But the dark bloody hand of suffrage struck!