Beggar

by Shan R. K

  Choosing a place was the easy part, but getting a job proved tricky. I travelled to Texas and stopped in town after town. I applied for different jobs and when I didn't get it I moved on.

  By the time I finally found my new home I had sold my jewelry, and pawned five pairs of jimmy choo shoes. I had around three hundred dollars in my bank account from living wisely and was eighteen weeks pregnant with my daughter, Jocelyn May Evans the second.

  I was also the newest medical secretary for the Med life hospital in a small town called Kanla. My income would be good enough to rent a small apartment on the outer part of the residential area and support my baby. It was going to be tight, but we’d get by.

  That was my goal. I was paying attention and thinking about the bigger picture. I was finally multi tasking, because I didn't have choice. I, Hannah Evans was a single, pregnant woman in a new town.

  It was scary starting a life on my own and then bringing a child into the mix. But pray and behold, after fifteen hours of labor pains and an emergency c-section later on July 15th Jocelyn May Evans the second was born.

  I was a mother and for the first time in years I didn't feel lost, I didn't feel unwanted, I wasn't alone anymore. I was a mother of a healthy baby girl. It was then that I decided that the only goal I would ever have was to be the best mother I could be and lord did I try.

  Chapter 1

  Six years later.

  Hannah

  “Jo come on, we gonna be late.” I scream from inside where I'm currently standing by the small kitchen window watching my little girl chasing Kim McGerby’s son around the small complex where we stay. Well used to stay.

  After five years of saving all my quarters, doing double shifts and working part time for my friend DJ I’ve finally managed to put a down payment on a small two bedroom house in the center of Kanla. It’s down the road from the diner and local church, barely a couple of miles from work and most importantly it’s near my best friend DJ’s house. It isn't a prime location, but then again this is Kanla, there is non. But the place is mine, well as mine as it can be until I paid off the mortgage.

  Jocelyn has been so excited about the new place, having her own room and a yard but all I've been doing is stressing. With barely two days to settle in before work Monday morning and that includes today there isn't time for anything else.

  My bestie DJ owns the local club just past the mall about five miles north from the hospital where I work. She couldn't close shop today and I didn't expect her to, especially when it was the busiest day of the month. She offered to help me out tomorrow morning but I never miss church so I ended up taking my co workers up on their standing offer to come in today and help me unpack. There is no way I'm going to be able to swing it on my own.

  Jocelyn’s light brown locks swishes down her back looking golden under the bright Southern sun as she runs inside. My head shakes in amazement as I watch my little hero. Her long legs carry her closer to me, before a pair of light grey eyes so much like my own find me staring. Her small button nose scrunches up right before she blesses me with one of her goofy smiles and rolls her eyes.

  “You’ve got practice in fifteen minutes. Get your shoes on missy.”

  She scowls, as her nose wrinkles, a tell tale sign that I'm not going to like what my six year old kid is about to say, “I told you I ain't no missy momma, Missy is Jamie Coleman’s sister and I ain't her, she stinks like rotten fish, I saw her yesterday down by the field and she looked like she didn't bath for days, Caden said if we went close to her we might catch somethin’, is it true momma?”

  “Jocelyn May, didn't I tell you not to bad mouth that girl.”

  “I ain't bad mouthing her, I was just...” she argues back at the same time her posture straightens in defense.

  “Just what Jo?” I interrupt in my sternest voice, my eyes firmly placed on hers.

  We stay like that in a standoff until she relents. Her shoulders hunch and she huffs with a slight frown still marring her brows “Nothing momma.”

  “That's what I thought, that girl has enough to worry about without you and your friends adding to that.” I don't like this part of parenting, and there was a time when I didn't do it but my baby got out of hand when she pushed a kid off a swing last year.

  I was called into the pre-school and ended up taking Jocelyn out and transferring her to the local public school even though I knew she wasn't entirely to blame. The boy she pushed played a part too, the only difference was that Jo was the first one to strike. At the time I didn't know how to handle this. I wasn't keen on spanking my kid and punishing her seemed a bit harsh. Talking to her didn't work either because my baby even at five had a temper. So been stern and strict became my go to evil, but it's a necessary one at that. Lord knew that if I didn't play the bad parent game with my kid what my baby would turn out like. But it doesn't mean I like it, my mother never told me how hard it was to be a mother, she made it look easy. It's the most difficult position a person can have.

  When you got a determined kid like Jocelyn staring at you hunched and sorrowful, it's even worse. Because even though I'm aware that deep down she doesn't see the error of her ways I just gotta go mush. It's like a curse, because instead of letting Jo pass me like the strict parent I'm ought to be I snatch her around the belly and tickle her something crazy.

  She howls, “Momma, I’m gonna pee my panties.” My own big smile matches hers as I let her go, ‘cause now I'm feeling lighter. Watching her rush off to our old room where I still have a few suitcases scattered on the floor that needs to be taken over to our new place, my moment of happiness is short lived. Truth is it’s hard as a parent as is, but a single one? I have no clue how I've done it for these past six years. My hat comes off for those single parents with two or more kids just doing it on their own. But isn't that what loving our kids is about? Sacrifice, selflessness, love, devotion. It's so close to marriage vows, difference is, being a parent isn't tied by empty promises, and repeated words. To be a parent is to be bound by blood, it's a lifetime commitment because no matter where you are, or where your kid is. The day that child sucked its first breath was the day you became bound.

  I am no perfect mother, but I have made sacrifices. One of them was staying in this one bedroom complex since I stepped foot in Kanla almost six years ago. At one time it was enough for the two of us, but my girl is tall and she needs her own space. I obviously thought about this when Jo was a year old and was getting bigger and fast. She is one of the tallest in her class and a pure bred tomboy.

  Hence why I’m taking her to soccer practice on a Saturday morning and not to dancing like most of the girls do in Kanla. But Jocelyn has never been anything but unique.

  “Momma lets go I'm done.” Her grey eyes shoot up, and my heart swells with a heaviness I've always blamed on my past, because she looks just like her father when she does that even with eyes and curly light brown hair so much like my own. Too bad he will never know that.

  Six years ago I kept my word and emailed Landon a picture of a one week old Jocelyn and a note that it was his. I promised myself that I wouldn't recall the email he sent me back unless I had to. But I will just say that he wanted nothing to do with his daughter.

  I didn't cry as I should've, I guess a part of me knew that it will be a possibility even though it hurt. I did love the man once, I mean I married him, gave up Harvard for him.

  Didn't it count for something? Apparently not.

  He didn't even have the decency to send me a parting check, or offer to pay child support.

  It would've been nice if he could've helped me pay for at least one pack of diapers or sat with me on one of those sleepless nights when she suffered from colic but whatever.

  I had no regrets because I wasn't looking over my back waiting for him to come and take her away these past six years. Jocelyn might be fatherless but she has me.

  She is my kid, all mine and I like not having to share her with anybody else. I'm selfish like that.

 
“Please put your seatbelt on, I'm not getting stopped today by Sheriff Briggs ‘cause you can't sit still.” I say as I open the back door of my small white Camry knowing I'm going to be shouting at her about the same thing until we get to soccer practice. Lucky I have a safe ride.

  The car is something I bought off DJ a few years back. It was a newer model at the time and she allowed me to pay her off over the past three years, interest free. Which worked out well because there was no way I could afford something so nice otherwise. But that's the thing about Kanla, the people are either your friends and they're all in or they aren't. There's no grey areas, and no shady characters. Well at least not anymore.

  Three years ago a drug ring came around our small town. In the beginning a lot of the youngsters got hooked on drugs. And the thrill of hanging with the gangster group was the weekend rush. That was until someone ended up dead and it wasn't from an overdose. No, more like cold blooded murder. After that, things got very bad. The gangsters started robbing our stores and pushing people around, there were even incidences of rape.

  I wasn't sure who it was but somebody around here knew a biker club and next thing we knew there were these scary men and women riding on motorcycles and taking residence in our town. They wore sleeveless jackets with lots of different color patches in the front and a logo on the back that was meant to scare everybody and called themselves The Satan Snipers. The motorcycle club pushed the gangsters out and basically kept any riff ruff from entering Kanla since.

  The bikers never really kept to themselves. From the first day they rode into town, it was never a secret that they lived here. Some of them have since opened businesses. Others were building properties, hiring locals and creating more job opportunities for our residents. A few of them even volunteer around the town.

  They protect our small population and in return we adopt a don't ask don't tell policy. We all know they are a group of Ex-snipers and soldiers who still work for the government. We aren't sure what they do in that farmhouse all the time but I heard rumors that I’m not too keen on confirming its authenticity.

  The finer details are something I myself am still not sure of, because it isn't my business but like all the folks in Kanla I’m just glad to have them around. I was so close to skipping this small place when the drug gang moved to town because as much as I love Kanla I love Jocelyn much more and if it wasn't for The Satan Sniper’s I’m not sure what I would've done.

  I double check to make sure my kid is buckled up in the back. No matter how many times I'm going to ‘remind’ Jo to put her seatbelt back on, there is no way I’m starting this car until I know I have at least made sure she’s strapped up when we leave.

  Once my sunglasses are on my eyes I take the thirty minute drive in stride, and pass the park and then The Satan Snipers Clubhouse before finally getting to the school. This however doesn't happen without me telling Jo a million times to put her seatbelt on because I'm driving. Lucky enough I didn't get stopped by that jackass Sheriff Briggs. Who still thinks I'm going to go on a date with him.

  Stepping out of the car with my black converse and shorts I lastly realize I forgot to change my black t-shirt which is full of bleach stains from the cleaning I was doing this morning. I open the door for Jo and she hops out. Her eyes rooted to the field in front of us that I know is full of boys and fathers. The Suns bright rays has me squinting when I slip off my shades.

  “Momma can I go now?.” Jo asks me in a hurried voice, anxious as ever to see her friends.

  I look down at her outfit to make sure she's good. Her white shorts have a bit of a stain but either than that her white t-shirt is clean, hair neat but still open and big frown plastered on her face normal when she's antsy.

  “You good to go baby, no pushing today alright, can I get a kiss.” I say as I pinch her cheek.

  “Momma, Caden’s watchin’.”

  I roll my eyes, and make a sad face, “Okay then, maybe later.”

  She looks back to the field before her vision finds mine, “Maybe a quick one.”

  After a very quick kiss I watch Jo rush off onto the other side of the fence. The shiny new fence surrounding the schools property is just one of the new things The Satan Snipers have done to improve our small town. The motorcycle club also bought two school buses for the local high school last year when the school’s one blew up because it was so old.

  Barry Keager, the towns drunk was the only one who got hurt. He sustained multiple injuries but nothing severe enough for him to put the bottle down. He is one lucky bastard but then I always wondered what the hell was he doing around the parked school bus in the first place.

  I stand on the outside of the fence and watch Jo from my vantage point as she dribbles the ball. I'm not going to embarrass my kid and walk down there dressed as I am, but I'm not missing a single game either. I can't afford luxuries like that without it affecting my kid because I'm a single mother. I am also subsequently a father too.

  Note From Author

  This book was special to me. It is very fast paced but I didn’t want to give you guys a long story as I am working on Zero I don’t want to disclose too much. Beggar and Zero's story will be out much sooner than I anticipated.

  River and Hannah’s story will continue in the future.

  This was my first time writing a Novella and I hope I did a good job. If I didn’t I’m sorry guys

  Anybody who has purchased this novella may email me for a free copy of School me Part two from September 5th.

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  Liston Hills

  School me

  Part 1

  A live online novel by Shan R.K

  One

  Today was the first day back at school and while most of those asshats who attend Liston high private actually went in for the first day. I was stuck scrubbing the toilets of the Hallow mansion. And regardless of what my brother says I look like, I am not a scholarship kid. I'm Dainy Hallow and the guy with the goku hair wiping puke off the pebbled bathroom floor is my older brother Aiden. Last night as is customary to do the night before school starts we had a huge ass party.

  Our initial plan was to go to school and skip last period, get home and clear out the evidence before our parents arrived back the following day. Let's just say that plan went to shit, fast when Aiden called mom and asked her to pick up the suit he ordered from G&G for the cancer benefit we were hosting next month. Apparently my brother and I was misinformed because my parents were actually arriving today in less than three hours.

  Two hours later the beer bottles are gone, all the bathrooms sanitized, and beds now clothed in fresh unused linen. The rest of the house was tidied but not cleaned, my brother and I aren't dumb, we’ve been doing this for five years. Unlike most siblings Aiden and I don’t bicker all the time. We work as a team, it's how we’ve always managed to get out of any situation, like now, we both know our parents expect us to throw parties and make messes. So what did we do? We got rid of the top three no no’s, sex, Booz and Reagan Orniel.

  Reagan is the schools football captain and quarterback. And up until last year he was the pre- leader of Liston High Private. While his cousin Kylie Bray took reign of the school, he was content to sit backseat until she left.

  It was a no brainer that a Stone, Bray or Orniel ran Liston High Private. It had been that way since our school opened thirty years ago. They are some of the most influential families in America maybe even the world.

 
When Mason Bray and Jace Stone left in their junior year to attend Liston Public the whole school literally went into mourning. While some might've tried to rule or up their number in the social list, it was a given that the only person capable of the job was Reagan Orniel, son of billionaire Wesley Orniel. The family owned the biggest import and export company in America. They also so happened to be my neighbors.

  Remember when I told you some people tried to rule, well one of those people was my brother, and while we are just below Reagan and his crew of assholeness. My brother and I are a little different because most of the people who attend Liston Private are born with diamonds pouring out their ears. My parents made their money the good old fashion way, work, work, work.

  My father designed a business app that helps CEO’s do their own accounting and keep records of money spent and sold it to Microsoft for a few hundred million. My mother and him later opened the first six star hotel in L.A . After six years of success they franchised it out and the rest is history.

  Unfortunately nobody told us that hierarchy at Liston High Private isn't just about money. So when my brother tried the unthinkable lets just say he and Reagan, who up until a year ago shared a comfortable silence, became frenemies. They went to each other's parties, played on the same team, but when it really mattered they never had each other's back.

  I'm sitting on the steps when my phone rings. My blonde hair is still dripping, and my brown eyes probably look like I’d cried myself to sleep, but in reality sleep is nonexistent to my brain function rite now because my parents are due any second and the consequences of last nights decisions is weighing way too heavily on my short curves.

  “Yo hot shot, thanks for the help cleaning up your vomit.” The chuckle on the other end is no surprise to me.

  “You know I love you.” That statement never seizes to amaze me, Liam Hugh and I have been best friends for years, and while there had been the occasional kiss and fondle over the past few years the attraction has always stayed under pg 13. We both love each other and while he is totally a ladies man and extremely generous in the man-field we never had the sexual connection. Call me crazy, I know.