Daddy's House Read Free

had gotten up to about fifty degrees, and wasn’t too unbearable for me to be out without a coat. By the time I swung from the last step of the fire escape to the street level, I’d already figured out that I had nowhere to go. I hesitated, swaying back and forth, contemplating which way to run.
    Damn, I wish I had a pair of socks or something in this purse.
    Suddenly, the gun shots from above let me know they’d finally reloaded their gun. I turned to see if I was being watched. In the distance, I saw a big black gruesome- looking dude with his head stuck out of my window. By the way his head turned, I could tell he was searching hard to find me. I could see another large shadow hovering behind him.
    I slid closely alongside the wall, trying to stay far away from the street lights. I glided smoothly down the street like an Olympic ice skater, never looking back. Just when I thought I had made it scot-free, Big Foot spotted me.
    “ Oh, we gon’ get yo muthufuckin’ ass, cunt!” he roared. His voice resonated so loudly, more lights began to come on all over the building. “Run bitch, run!”
    By the time he finished his last words, I’d already taken his threatening advice. I darted like a runaway slave, from what was supposed to have been a safe haven. I’d finally made it to the end of my street. Between sprinting and looking around, trying to watch my back, I tripped twice, scraping my knees. The further away I ran, the streets became darker and colder, but I continued to sprint with the fastest speed possible.
    The first few blocks were the hardest, because everything around me appeared to be a threat. Even the mailboxes had eyes. I felt like they were watching me too. I wondered who would help me on a night like this. I had no one. I thought about going to a shelter, but the further I traveled, I realized the neighborhood had become more suburban. I was surrounded by nothing but houses. I’d walked nearly four miles and my feet felt beat up by the cold concrete.
    Out of breath, I finally slowed down, after realizing the coast was clear. I grabbed my forearms tightly, noticing how the neighborhood had changed drastically. The upscale homes reminded me of the type of lifestyle I wanted to live some day.
    Between my wishful thinking, and the eagerness to be saved, I zoned out. The sudden screeching sound of a zooming car brought me back to the present. The bright lights glared in my face, and sent me back into escape mode. I panicked and jetted through someone’s backyard. I didn’t care if the car was coming for me or not. I just wasn’t willing to take that chance.
    My eyes bulged when I spotted a oversized three foot doghouse sitting in the back of someone’s yard. For most, that was a sign that a big dog would be waiting to tare their ass up. But I had nothing to fear, I had a way with animals. Big V kept vicious pit bulls around, so I learned how to make them submit real easily. Besides, my only choice was Big Velma’s hit men or Foo-Fee, Foo-Fee. I decided on the dog.
    I unzipped my purse, searching for anything to protect me from a possible upcoming attack. Moving closer, I tiptoed alongside the doghouse like a tightrope walker. Still fumbling around in my bag, I dropped closer to the ground, and decided to use the scarf off my head as bait. I waved the scarf back and forth in front of the doghouse. Nothing happened.
    “ Here boy,” I whispered, knowing he’d come running.
    Again, nothing happened. A dog would’ve definitely smelled my scent by now, and headed for my flesh, so I eased up a bit. A tear fell, starting a chain reaction. I didn’t know whether my tears were from not getting bit, or from the reality of my next move.
    The moment I got on all fours and crawled into the doghouse, I knew I’d reached my lowest point. Tears flooded my vision when I entered, and pushed my way to the back. The offensive odor hit me like a bowling ball going fifty mph. I gagged a few times, before realizing