Wicked Love Wicked Mind

My name is Sasha Jones and I was born in a world with no love. My father Chamber Jones was murder when I was three months old and my mother Susan Jones left me when I was two years old with my grandmother Betty Fill, who is a mean and cold-hearted woman, she only kept me for the extra income and assistant she was getting from the state. She has a thick Caribbean accent that I didn’t understand, so when I got old enough she taught me to understand everything about the language, and she made my life a living hell while doing so and didn’t hide the fact that she was doing it. When I turned seven years old my grandmother taught me how to cook and clean, telling me that if I wanted to eat then I had to cook for my own self because she wasn’t my maid to be cooking and cleaning up behind me. So every morning I’d wake up at five in the morning to clean my room and the rest of the house, and then I had to prepare breakfast for the both of us, all this before I left to go to school, I guess I turned out to be the maid. When I turned fifteen my grandmother told me it was time for me to get a job and help pay the bills even though I wasn’t allowed to use the phone or watch television but for an hour my grandmother told me that if I lived there I had to pay, because nobody was living rent-free in her house, she act like I didn’t know she was getting a fat check for me every month, so just so I wouldn’t hear her mouth I got a job working at McDonald’s every afternoon when I got home from school. My best friend Janet Day mother Marcy Day opened a bank account in her name for me so I could deposit my money when I got paid, and my grandmother never knew anything about it. I was on the honor roll at school also and got no more then a B- on my report card, when it came to school my grandmother didn’t play around, and she made sure I never failed a class, plus I learned along time ago that if I brought anything under a D I would get a beating of a lifetime with no question asked. I loved school and was good with every subject, it came to a point where I would used school as an escape from my grandmother so I attended everyday not missing one day unless I was sick to a point that the school nurse had to send me home. When I turned seventeen I graduate from Warwick High School with honors and a scholarship. My grandmother never showed up for my graduation and even though I was really hurt I would never let my emotions show or tell her. I remember that I cried one time when I was ten because I wanted to know who my mother was and why she left me and my grandmother slapped me so hard on the face now that gave me something to really cry for. As she was beating me she’d say. “Yuh madda left yuh because she didn't want or luv yuh, yuh was a pain in di ass, now shut di hell up for mi give yuh someting ta really cry bout.” After that I cried for nothing and showed no emotion for anything no matter how bad it was. When I turned eighteen I went to the poster office and got a P.O. box in my name and then I went and applied for a couple of apartments because my grandmother was hinting about me living there and I knew soon or later she was going to kicked me out or asked for me for more money so I was getting prepared to get my own place. My mother had two sisters Helen and Clara they never claimed me as their niece and never acknowledge me unless they wanted to borrow some money or for me to baby-sit for them, and then I became their niece. My mother had three brothers also and they were pretty cool with me. Daniel and Danny was twins and Daniel was the quietest and more normal one out of all of them, he moved to Chicago and married a woman name Nelly and they had two kids a boy and girl name Nathan and Natalie and then he open his own garage shop fixing cars. He would send money every month to my grandmother and she was happy with that unless it didn’t come and then she would call and curse him out until it came and then he became her favorite child again. Now Danny and Hue are totally different I knew not to be around any of them when they smoked crack or laced weed or drank anything stronger then a Pepsi. I saw my uncle Hue shoot a man for looking at him wrong, and my other uncle Danny choked his girlfriend out because he said she was eye balling another guy all the while my grandmother just sat there and didn’t do anything, if she did do anything was to raise her hand to smoke her blunt or drank whatever she’s drinking at that moment. Most of the time when they’re high or drunk she’d make me cook them all something to eat and clean up behind them. I was sitting on my bed when my grandmother busts in the door, as usual she was dress to kill hair and nail freshly done, but her eyes were always red. I didn’t know how my mother look, but I thought my grandmother was beautiful. “Mi know damn well yuh heard mi calling yuh ass, just like yuh madda,” said Betty. Sasha jumped off her small twin sized bed and her CD player and paper fell to the floor. “I’m sorry Momma Fill I was listening to some music,” said Sasha, she never called Momma Fill grandma or NaNa like most kids do, she did once and was smacked so hard that she had a hand print on the side of her face for a whole week, so she decided to called her Momma Fill instead. “I need mi money gurl, hurry up an get it.” Sasha already knew what time it was; she just gave her grandmother two hundred dollars two days ago and she wasn’t about to give her a dime more. “I don’t have it Momma Fill, I owed my friends and had to pay them back,” lied Sasha. At time like this Sasha was glad Marcy opened an bank account for her, all her bank statement was going to Janet’s mom house, but they switched all the information recently when she turned eighteen so all her bank statement goes to her P.O. box, but she made sure that she destroyed all of the paper work and if it was important she would let Janet keep it for her. The only money she kept in the house was ten dollars and she kept that in her drawers; she knew her grandmother saw it when she came into her room plundering through her things and thirty dollars she kept in her book bag purse she knew her grandmother never goes into. Sasha grandmother sucked her teeth and looked at her. “Mi better not find out yo ass lying ta mi,” said Betty. “All I have is ten dollars to catch the bus to work; I don’t get paid for another week.” “Well give mi dat and I get Zoe ta take yuh ta work,” said Betty smiling. Sasha shiver with the mention of Zoe Ashland name and she differently didn’t want to ride to work with Zoe, he was worst then her uncles, he didn’t scare her but he brought out a mean side she always tried to hide or she would end up tongue tied, so she made sure she always stayed away from him and his crew. “That’s okay I’ll get Brittney to pick me up,” said Sasha as she walked over to her dresser drawer and took out the ten dollars. “Dat girl Red Eye, take mi word for it, but yuh know Z asked about yuh right, wonna know if yuh got a man, mi tell him no, he’s gonna come by later and holla at yuh take yuh out, be nice or yuh have mi ta answer ta,” said Betty as she grabs the money out of Sasha hands and walked out the room. Sasha couldn’t believe with her grandmother had just said, Zoe the male Hoe was asking about her, she diffidently had to leave and fast. Sasha hurried and picks up her CD player and paper and shoves them in her book bag purse and headed out the door, when she was on the porch she saw Zoe talking to one of the girls who lived in the house on the corner, when he saw her he just stared at her like he wanted to eat her up something. It wasn’t as if Sasha wasn’t attracted to Zoe who wouldn’t be after all he was breathe taking handsome, he was about 6’1 and weighted about 240 with nothing but muscles on his chest and forearm as far as she could see, he was brown skin with a low hair cut and a goatee on his smooth brown face he was every female dream catch, he dress good and carried