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September 6th

"Dee lets go out the house, you always wanna be in here knowing ain't shit to do." Del complained, pulling her hair up into a ponytail as she heard the front door open.

"Girl ain't nothing outside but fighting, graffiti, and Puerto Rican men staring from they balcony.. go outside for what?"

"Exactly. I wanna see some bitches fighting and I know they at the court beating the shit out of eachother as we speak." She sucked her teeth and got up, looking through her drawer for the fronto leaf she'd just bought.

India didn't respond and looked out of the window seeing everybody playing basketball in the back. One of the younger boys pointed up at the window she was looking out of and the other boys out there looked when he pointed.

"Wassup Dee! Where your mans at?!" Izzy asked frown the court, screaming up at her.

"You right there ain't you?!" She screamed back, smiling at him as a blush washed over his face.

He was 12 and every time he saw her walking the street he ran up on her flirting. It didn't bother her because he was young and corny with no real motives besides getting her to look at him.

He waved her off with a grin and continued his game, talking about her with his friends.

"All them boys down there want a piece of Dee whole time she gay ashit." Del taunted, feeling a pillow hit her back.

"I'm only gay for you, don't be like that."

"Del some bitch-" Ray came in and froze up when he saw them, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Problem?"

"Bitch you weird, get out my room."

"No but deadass, some bitch outside asking for you talking bout you fuckin with her man. She look grown as hell too so tell me if I need to go do that bitch in real quick." Ray said seriously, watching as a Del fumbled through her drawer, pulling out all kinds of stuff.

"If it's that dumb Bronx bitch Ivory I swear only God himself can save that bitch." She shrugged and put on an old pair of 11s.

"Beat her ass, she sittin on momma car."

"Dee stay inside."

"I wanna go." She mumbled, putting on her slides and walking out behind Del anyways.

India had on black ethika briefs and a matching sports bra, not uncomfortable with her stomach being out. Nobody ever bothered her about what she had on, nobody bothered her in general. Only girls disliked her which was sad considering she stayed to herself.

As soon as they got outside Del ran up on Ivory, dragging her off of her moms car and onto the sidewalk as a crowd formed.

"What they fighting for?" Santana asked Dee, surprising her. She hadn't even noticedΒ  him approaching her.

When he spoke she always recognized his voice. After hearing him only 2 or 3 times India looked forward to hearing him talk. She didn't have a crush on him or anything she just wasn't used to being around him so when she was her brain shrunk to the size of a walnut.

"Ivory came looking for trouble and got it I guess." She shrugged, seeing her bestfriend drag the girl by her hair.

India felt his eyes on her and turned to look back at him, seeing the same unamused flat look on his face. She could usually read people emotions based on how they looked in the face but his was so blank that she didn't have a clue as to what he was thinking.

"What?" India turned to him and he shrugged, turning his attention to something else.

"Yo fuck is you on bro? Stand up." She let her go and squared up before Ivory came at her recklessly, getting knocked back down.

"Aight Del that's enough she leakin." Ray tried pulling her off but she held onto tighter, feeling the girls hair snapping in between her fingers as she slammed her head into a car, making the security alarm go off.

When she heard the alarm she let her go and kicked her in the face, jerking away from Ray's hands and walking inside.

"Girl fuck, mad for what?" He muttered, walking behind her.

India began spacing out not even realizing they were leaving. When she noticed Santana walking inside she followed behind quietly.

When they got inside Ray and Santana had stayed in the leaving room to talk about something and India went to the bathroom knowing that's probably where Del was.

"That bitch had me fucked up." Del mumbled as she washed her hands in the sink, seeing all of her nails popped off.

India didn't respond and walked to the kitchen in boredom, digging through the cabinets. She stopped when her phone buzzed showing a message from Gary about her being on the schedule last minute that day.

"Dee it ain't shit it there I'm about to order pizza, no point in looking."

"Ray can you drive me to work?" She asked shyly, rocking back and forth on her heels with both hands behind her back.

He looked up at her and saw her pleading eyes, wanting to say yes more than anything.

"Fuck no."

"Mean.. just mean." She shook her head and sighed, walking over to him so she could prepare to guilt him into it.

"I gotta be in Harlem later, why you walking to work anyways Dee the trains runnin all day?"

"The train is scary." India rolled her eyes and plopped down on the couch, feeling her ponytail slip loose.

Ray tapped Santanas leg and the boy ignored it already knowing what he was about to ask.

"Can you drive her to work for me? I don't want her walking but you know I gotta go somewhere later, she not gon bother you." He sucked his teeth but actually responded this time.

"When?"

"When you gotta go?" Ray asked, snapping her out of her bubble.

"5 but I need to get my work clothes so now..?"

She looked in between them for a clue as to what was going on until Santana stood up with his keys in hand.

"I'm going to the car." He said flatly, not looking at either of them before he headed out of the front door.

India frowned slightly hoping she didn't annoy him or ruin his plans. Ray noticed and laughed to himself remembering she wasn't used to being around him.

"He's always like that so don't take it personal. He just turned 19 but he acts 70 with that sad ass look on his face all the time, it ain't you." He reassured.

"Oh."

She didn't really respond because she didn't know how to reply to that so instead she grabbed her phone and charger and headed to the back to say bye to Del.

"You leaving?" Del asked sadly, pouting dramatically when she saw her bestfriend putting on her slides.

"Yeah, I'll probably be back later." She shrugged and hid a smile as Del blew a kiss and make a sex notion with her two hands.

"Text me when you get off!" Del yelled from the back, getting a thumbs up even though she couldn't see it.

India walked down to the car and saw him on his phone through the window, spacing out as she unconsciously stared.

When she wiggled the door handle and it wouldn't unlock she finally caught his attention seeing him turn to unlock it while keeping his attention on his phone.

India remembered he knew where she lived and decided speaking would be unnecessary so she turned to look out of the window, not uttering a word.

"Where you work?"

"Janies, the Bakery by the funny smelling store that sell beads and oils." She said quietly.

"You gotta stop mumbling and talking under your breath, I can't hear shit you sayin." He side eyed her and she rolled hers making him raise a brow.

"I said Jani-"

"You doin the same thing, I still cant hear you."

Nothing enjoyed him more than a mumbler. When he asked questions he wanted flat out blunt answers. Him repeating his question annoyed him more then the other person repeating their answer.

"Whatever." India huffed out, growing hot in the face as he called out her small and easily ignored voice.

"Don't get mad just speak louder. When I ask you a question I just want a solid answer I can actually hear, where you work at?" He asked again, turning to look at her as her eyes diverted immediately.

"Janies, The bakery." She cleared her voice and spoke up, not liking the sound of herself talking.

Growing up she spent a lot of time shying away from conversation with Del being her only real friend. Talking never felt necessary when Del had enough mouth and energy to speak for her.

After spending so much time hiding behind Dels dominating presence she hid behind it and forgot how to speak for herself.

"Thank you, still sound like a lil ass mouse but that works."

She rolled her eyes again and leaned forward to turn the radio on so she wouldn't have to think about what he said.

He reached over and turned it back off and she turned it back on, squinting her eyes at him as he turned it off again. It turned into a childish back and forth until he grabbed her hand before it touched the radio again and turned to glare at her.

She noticed how he always looked directly at her when he was saying something and it made her extremely uncomfortable. It wasn't a creepy stare but she wasn't used to talking to people or boys, better yet older attractive boys.

India found herself staring, noticing how clear his skin was. He was brownskin with full eyebrows and full lips, a little heart tattoo behind the side of his ear.

While he was glaring at her with her hand in his he felt how soft her skin was for a second and let go quickly, roughly pushing it back into her lap.

She turned it on again.

"You get on my nerves already." He mumbled, turning his attention back to driving.

The rest of the ride was silent. She went up to get her uniform and came back down without saying a word. Before she knew it she was in front of her building.

"Thanks for the ride." India gathered her stuff and began getting out until she felt his hand grab her wrist.

"What time you get off?"

"Wh-"

"Nevermind dickhead." He let her go and yawned when he realized she was about to start that whisper talking.

"I get off at 10." She spoke up shakily, making her dislike towards him evident in her face. Something about him annoyed her.

He didn't say anything else after she closed the door, leaving her slightly confused.

India walked inside and felt the stopper on her energy tank loosen. It hadn't been twelve seconds since she walked in and she was ready to go on break and cry in the bathroom.

-

"Go to table 7." Gary said flatly, shooing her off with a heavy tray of food.

India looked over and felt her heart beat pick up, seeing a table full of boys from her school. Having a job wasn't embarrassing or anything but the boys from her school were childish and annoying, often making uncalled for sexual remarks.

"Here." She said quietly, placing the tray on the table and attempting to walk away quickly.

"India?"

"Hm?"

"Wassup? I see you in your lil cafe uniform." Kenny smirked, putting his elbows on the table as his friends turned to look at her.

"Nothing, bye."

"Relax, come back over here I think you messed up my order." He kept the same dumb smile on his face when he noticed how flustered she was, but it wasn't a good flustered.

"What did I mess up?" India asked shyly, stepping back when he leaned forward to speak.

Instead of acknowledging how uncomfortable she was he made it worse and grabbed her arm, pulling her closer. She felt Gary staring from behind the counter and looked at him for help but he ignored it and kept watching with a small smile.

"Can you s-stop." She pushed his hand away and he sucked his teeth, bringing it to the back of her skirt and rubbing her thigh. When she felt it inch further up she shoved him away and looked at him like he was crazy.

"Fuck you acting like a saddity bitch for?" He snapped rudely, grabbing her arm.

"Stop! I don't want you touching me how is that being saddity?! I tried to be polite but you're doing the most, get from by me." India snapped at him and walked into the back, shoving past Gary who laughed in amusement.

"India you can't lose your cool like that."

"You watched, I was obviously uncomfortable and you were laughing!"

"Don't holler at me, remember who's writing your check."

"What check? These measly hours and the 9.50 I'm getting for sexual harassment every 15 minutes from you and whoever comes in?" She grabbed her stuff and began walking out, feeling him grab her arm roughly.

Minimum was $15 in New York yet she took the job anyways willing to make whatever she could. If this had to consistently be apart of her job she'd rather sell dope and shoot dice.

"Measly? Bitch I didn't have to hire you, when you was 14 you didn't have half the body you got now. That was out of kindness but if you don't appreciate go work somewhere else." He spat, gripping her and tighter.

He didn't expect her to leave so now he was giving her an ultimatum knowing she needed this job. No matter what he did he was aware the he was India's only option.

"Okay. I quit." She shrugged, trying to shove his hands off of her arm.

"You what?" Gary grabbed her waist, pulling her close to him as she cringed, feeling her eyes water.

"Let me go before I call the police bro. I just wanna leave." India shoved at his chest and he pushed her into the wall behind them as everyone in the store watched, choking her up against the wall.

Nobody said anything, nobody did anything.

She felt around her back pocket desperately as she grew lightheaded, clawing at his hands with her free one.

"You what bitch?! After I let you work here for 4 years you wanna call who?" He asked angrily, sliding his hand up the back of her dress to grope her butt.

India grabbed her pocket knife from the back of her apron and jammed it in his side, hearing him let out a confused grunt still holding her throat painfully tight. When he didn't let up she did it again, and again, and again until his grip on her neck was non existent.

She looked down at him when he let her go and felt her breath hitch at the blood seeping from the side of his white shirt, running out with her phone in her hand tightly.

People continued to stare and remained silent as she ran out and down the street until she recognized where she was, seeing the sign of corner store she was at the previous night.

India sat down and let out a shaky breath, still not completely in belief of what had just happened. Old creepy men in her area got stabbed all of the time but she was never the one stabbing people. It wasn't like she was freaking out at the possibility of going to jail, no one around here called the police.

But she was still paranoid.

She looked down at her phone and saw that it was 9:52, a few minutes before her shift would've been over. Her phone rang in her hand and she hesitated to answer, seeing it was an unsaved number.

"Hello?"

"Where you at?" The voice was immediately recognized and she stumbled on her words, not knowing what to say off of the top of her head.

This is why she didn't like phone calls. It wasn't enough time for her think about what to say without sounding like a dumbass.

"I-I'm outside of Manny's down the stor-street." India rushed out, slapping her forehead in frustration at her embarrassingly bad conversation skills.

Santana hung up randomly leaving her to think about what was going on. He never told her he was picking her up from work but it didn't matter because atleast she could get off of the sidewalk and think about the fact that she just stabbed someone in a clean space.

After a few minutes she saw his car pull up and got in, feeling jittery as her leg shook uncontrollably.

"You good?"

"Yeah.."

"So why you shakin like a crackhead?"

"I just stabbed my boss and it's pay day." She blurted out, more bothered by not getting her paycheck than the fact that she stabbed Gary. He deserved it.

Santana just turned to look at her with a raised brow wondering if she was serious. Everytime he saw her she was quiet and clumsily, stumbling over herself and her words. She must've meant stab in another way.

"India what?"

"I said I stabbed my boss and didn't get my paycheck."

"What you stab him for?" He tried hiding his laugh but failed at the genuinely worried look on her face.

"Nothing." She mumbled, looking down at her lap.

"You serious?" He turned the light in the car on and she nodded before pulling the blade she stabbed him with out of her bag.

There was a moment of silence until he let out another laugh, grabbing it out of her hand. As he looked at it his face fell slightly when he saw just how serious she was.

"What happened?" He asked seriously, seeing her eyes water.

"Some boys started bothering me and one of em put his hand up my dress with Gary watching.. I told him to stop and he continued so I pushed him away. When I got to the back I was mad because he was just watching and laughing then he called me out of my name an-"

"Slow down and speak up I told you I can't hear shit you saying."

"He cussed me out then grabbed on me, touching my butt and stuff so I told him I quit and some other not nice stuff and he choked me in front of everybody.. I couldn't breathe so I grabbed the blade Del gave me and stabbed him until he let me go." India explained, watching him wipe the blade off with a wet wipe from his console.

"Oh.." Santana didn't really say anything because there was nothing to say. In his head.. she did the right thing.

"You're not gonna tell on me?"

"Tell who?" He asked in confusion, handing her the knife back.

He forgot that she didn't leave the house a lot but clearly she knew something about her environment of she had a blade on her. It didn't change the fact that she had no clue how to handle herself and things like this for the most part.

"I don't know.. the police?"

"India shut up."

So she did.

"Let's go get your paycheck." Santana sighed, looking over at her when he saw her seat belt off.

"Sorry."

Hmmm.

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