Dark City: Kicked Out

They listened as the front door slammed shut and Mr. Jim sped away in his truck.

“What happened?” Amina stood in the door of their bedroom sounding sober. “Are you alright?”

“He was trying… trying…” Kaleigha stopped talking.  What could she say that wouldn’t make her sound stone cold crazy?

“Trying to what?”  her mother was mad. The woman looked back and forth between the two of them then said. “GET OUT!”

“What?” Kaleigha got to her feet and stared in disbelief. “But mama, I…”

“Nope.  I won’t go through this mess again!”  the woman raised the bat.

“Now, Helen,”  Amina stepped into the hall to stand by Kaleigha. “I don’t think…”

“You can go with her, Amina!”

Amina lowered her head

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” her mother retreated to her room. “And don’t take a damn thing I bought you!”

Kaleigha followed Amina back to their room and looked around.

“Well that don’t leave much,” She sighed and threw up her hands.

“Here,” Amina said and pulled one of her khimars from the closet. She handed the garment to Kaleigha and got back in the bed.

“It’s a little tight,” Kaleigha said, smoothing the dress down over her body.

“That won’t matter where you are going,” Amina said and frowned at her phone.

“You think the salvation army will take me this late?”  Kaleigha moved around the room tossing a few things into reusable grocery bag.

“You’re not going to a nasty shelter,” Amina scowled at her.  “Someone from my masjid will be here shortly.”

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