Caught Up The summer of “013” was my year, Roca Wear Sunglasses shining in the newly lit sun and those Coogis on my booty had them fees wanting me. In the wooded city of Longview, Texas is where I met my heartbreaker. Introduced to me by my cousin, Merannda sitting there like a newly won trophy, gave me a new look on beauty and beautiful she was. After a few days of being around the mix bred of Black, Hispanic and Native American, I had to speak up. “Hey wassup shawty wanna chill at tha shaded park a lil lata?” And her response was yea, got a blunt?” I really didn’t smoke but if this is what she wanted then I was going to make it possible. Merannda and I grew to become best friends, although I was 15 and she was 19.She was like my get away from everything; my parents separation, me working and helping my dad pay bills. Merannda lived with her cousin which is my cousin’s best friend. She maintained a job but didn’t maintain her bills so she was thrown out by her cousin which angered me. This is when everything changed! At this point in time the winning trophy and I were in a physical, mental and social relationship but not a sexual relationship. I was on cloud nine and slowly drifting. As the summer break grew brittle and old I moved back to Garland with my bread and butter (My Mom) to discover my new girlfriend had moved into my room at my dad’s place. A couple of months past and my parents came to the conclusion to settle their differences and move back in together. So with this in place, MY WOMAN AND I WOULD BE LIVING TOGETHER! I was too excited. The first couple or months of living together were great. Until, one day we were in her room all alone, no one to hear the sexual actions to be taken place. I felt as if this was a must.
Although, I had no complaining to do, I just wish it would have come later in the relationship. I surely did feel like a man too. After that night, it was like sex was a must everyday no condom being used. We began to disobey my parent’s rules and sleep in the same room, although they thought we were just “friends”. My parents, who were naive to the facts just asked for me to attend sleep in my own room. But did I listen, NO! Merannda made me feel that comfort throughout the night. One day parents are lurking around in Merannda’s room to discover heroin, which I already knew was being smoked by her. They questioned me, for my response to be “I’m selling it.” That night when Merannda got in from work she was interrogated she chose to leave due to the fact that she was caught. This tore me up on the inside and made me hate my parents. After that Merannda became real needy while staying in a Motel 6. Anytime I could, I would sneak out in the racing city and meet Merannda to chill at the rinky-dink motel. One thing lead to another and a Minnie me was conceived. Although happy and excited, I was too nervous due to the fact that my parents were in the blind. This was a big wake up call. The anger on my parents face just made me feel so filthy but Merannda had my head wrapped so tight I couldn’t see straight. Fast forward from Febuary to June, everything is great Mer has her own place and has stopped the drug use by this time. The problems start to reflect our age. Although, everyone was aware of the pregnancy she didn’t want me apart of anything. It made me feel used, abused and uncared for. Thinking back to the time just gives me dismay because since then I haven’t heard nor talked to Merannda. It leaves me curious to know did they child survive, is the child a boy or girl and who is taking care of my creation.