Vanessa Rodriguez
Bio
I've been wanting to write a book for a couple of years now and I guess I've procrastinated enough. Aside from life experiences, I have vivid dreams that give ideas for writing and I'm here to make my debut.
Stories (2/0)
WHAT ARE THE ODDS - PART 2
With the small black book in hand, Nes and I stood there in silence for a few minutes, staring at the massive sum of money sitting on the table in a counting room we found behind a bookshelf, it was so surreal. I don't know what was going through his mind but in my mind I was already concocting a plan. Nes and I had only known each other for a few weeks, all I knew about him was that he was half Puerto Rican, half Dominican and had moved to Philadelphia from the island a year ago. Surprisingly, his English was really good for someone who spent most of their life in Puerto Rico. He said it was because he frequently visited the states growing up and all of his cousins spoke to him in English. It was no secret how I fell into this lifestyle, everyone knew the only reason I sold drugs was to gather enough money to get custody of my five siblings who were in foster care since our mom passed away. It's the only reason Big Sexy put me on, she had two kids of her own and was sympathetic to my situation. I had done everything for those kids since they were born, I loved them more than life itself and I was willing to do anything for them to have a more stable life than I had. As I was in my thoughts, I realized that was the first time I thought about Marisol since she died and the tears rolled down my cheeks. Nes looked at me and asked if I was okay. I wiped the tears from my face and said "I'm good, let's leave that conversation for another day. Right now, we have to figure out how to make this situation beneficial for the both of us." Let's sit and talk for a minute. We exited the small room and stepped into the office, I put the book back on the shelf to close the room. I sat on the chair behind the desk and Nes sat on a chair across from me.
By Vanessa Rodriguez3 years ago in Criminal
WHAT ARE THE ODDS?
The odds seem to have been stacked against me from a young age. My friends call me Shy, I was born on a hot July morning 1983 in The Bronx, New York to a Puerto Rican couple, Marisol and Sergio. They were high school sweethearts and although we didn't have much, my dad always seemed to make it work. We lived on the second floor in a six floor walk up apartment building, there were several similar buildings on that street, a few vacant lots and a corner store that everyone went to. We were always well-dressed and put together because that's how my dad liked it and Mom wouldn't have it any other way. Dad also loved jewelry so we always had gold chains, earrings, bracelets and rings. My mom was a beauty, light skinned, petite, with big brown eyes and a smile that would light up a stadium; a natural life of the party type. My dad was a serious character, tall, dark and handsome and the ladies loved him but never dared to step on my momma's toes. She was as fierce as she was beautiful and could throw down like a professional MMA fighter. Plus, my dad wasn't giving any of them the time of day. My parents were well respected on the block and everyone loved them. Sergio was no drug dealer but he dabbled in it from time to time when he needed to make ends meet, it was easy for him since the entire neighborhood was infested with drugs and addicts alike; otherwise he was hard working and sometimes held down two and three jobs at a time. Marisol stayed home with me and threw the best parties; dinner parties, dominoes parties, birthday parties, block parties, no matter what type of party it was, you were bound to have a great time. She was a great cook and Sergio had the biggest speaker system, the whole block could hear the music when we had parties. Sergio didn't smoke, drink or do any drugs, Marisol on the other hand, indulged in all of it; sometimes enough for the both of them. I loved both my parents but I was a daddy's girl.
By Vanessa Rodriguez3 years ago in Criminal
