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I loudly sipped my orange juice, kicking my feet up on the desktop.
“Boy stop that!” My sister snatched the orange juice and pushed my feet off the table.
“Damn Ma!” I yelled out loud, she slowly turned around, looking at me like I committed a crime.
“Boy what did you just say?” My Mom yelled, smacking me upside her head.
“Nothing!” I said, trying not to cuss at her. My temper was the reason I was spending my summer vacation in this s*** hole. I had cussed out my teacher and broke a couple of desks in the process. Well the price of the desks were just thrown on my tab, now I have to work for my Mom to pay for them. At a Mental Institution she owns, nice ass job right? Wrong, I heard there was some crazy ass people in this hospital. But I had never really experienced it.
“You gotta believe me!” Suddenly a Mocha colored beauty came in, screaming for them to let her go.
“I’m not crazy please let me go!” She screamed, trying to let loose. I felt bad for her, she was screaming bloody hell and wouldn’t stop moving.
“Your gonna be sorry! She’s going to pay!” She pointed at Tracey, one of my mom’s employees. I looked at Tracey’s face, she looked scared.
“I see it! She is going suffer.” She drew out her words and gave me chills, crazy b****. She ripped through her straight jacket and my Mom rushed over.
“Chris help me!” She yelled once the girl got a hold of my Mom, I ran over and tried to pull her off my Mom. I finally got her off of my Mom and I held her tightly.
“Thank you.” One of the guys said, grabbing her vigorously. She screamed out in pain, her face was red and she had scratches all over her body.
“She’s going to pay! Tracey your going to die!” She screamed, I had got butterflies in my stomach and chills up and down my spine. There was no way she could have known Tracey’s name. I knew Tracey is creeped out. I ran over to her.
“Are you okay?” I asked, she was like a sister to me. She nodded,
“How did she know my name?” She asked, frightened. I shrugged my shoulders.
“I don’t know, but you know how these people are.” I rubbed her back trying to comfort her, but she was still tense.
“Yeah, maybe your right.” She hugged me and walked off. I was curious of what was going on, the crazy b**** was probably tearing s*** up. But I couldn’t get how scared she was off my mind.