don’t want to marry you! Brielle can have you since she wants you so bad! You need to leave now because I’m really, really sick of lookin’ at you! I can make a phone call right now and get somebody to come get you outta my face! Believe that.” I thought about calling Serg, but that would probably not be a good move.
Kamal’s jaw twitched and he bit his bottom lip to contain his emotions. As he nodded he opened his car door.
“A’ight ma. I’ll give you some time, but I ain’t givin’ up on us. You can feel how you choose to feel ‘bout that.”
He got in the car and drove off and I felt relieved, but hurt at the same time. I wanted him to fight for us some more, but what man would keep fighting after the threat I’d just made. No man his age with no back up would want to go against the goons that I knew. As I shook my head, I headed back to the front door feeling like my young life was in shambles. How could everything be going wrong all at once?
Chapter 4
“Birthday girl, guess what came in the mail?” My Aunt Mo passed me an envelope.
I already knew that it was from Spellman, but I was afraid to open it. When I read the envelope and confirmed my suspicions my heart skipped a beat.
“I can’t…”
“Open it now,” she said sternly.
With a nervous smile I tore it open and skimmed over the letter. “Yes! I got in!”
I jumped up and started twerking as my Aunt fell out in laughter. “Congratulations boo!” She shrieked.
“All thanks to you.” I suddenly got serious and sat down on the bed. “I want to thank you for everything, but I’m a grown woman now. I’m eighteen and I want to move back into the condo. You already know that I ain’t tryna live on campus.”
Aunt Mo smiled knowingly as she nodded. “I already know you and I also know that you’re used to having your own space. You’re an adult now and I knew that this was coming. Just know that I’m always here for you and my door is always open. I’m so proud of you.”
We hugged and I didn’t want to let her go. “Thank you so much.”
“So, what are your plans for tonight? It’s your eighteenth birthday!”
“Me and the girls’ll probably get together and do something later. I don’t know. Honestly, I’m not really up to it.”
“Hmm, have you talked to Kamal?”
“No and I don’t want to talk to him. This isn’t about him…”
“You know your dad’s going to call you.”
I sighed. “I know, but what’s a phone call? I miss him. It’s my first birthday without him.”
“I know you miss him, but there’s nothing we can do right now to change his circumstances. We just have to make the best of it.”
Damn, I was tired of hearing her say that. It was like my counselor was telling her what to say to me, but I was sick of the clichés. In all actuality life wasn’t that damn easy. Honestly it fucking sucked from my point of view, but I was getting used to that. As a matter of fact, I had come to expect it.
My phone rang and it was Kamal again. Instead of answering, I just let it ring. He was trying his best to get through to me, but I wasn’t trying to hear it. As far as I was concerned I was done. I’d lost my first love due to gun violence. The thing was, it was all because of that bitch Brielle. Her boo at the time Marquis, thought
Kamal’s jaw twitched and he bit his bottom lip to contain his emotions. As he nodded he opened his car door.
“A’ight ma. I’ll give you some time, but I ain’t givin’ up on us. You can feel how you choose to feel ‘bout that.”
He got in the car and drove off and I felt relieved, but hurt at the same time. I wanted him to fight for us some more, but what man would keep fighting after the threat I’d just made. No man his age with no back up would want to go against the goons that I knew. As I shook my head, I headed back to the front door feeling like my young life was in shambles. How could everything be going wrong all at once?
Chapter 4
“Birthday girl, guess what came in the mail?” My Aunt Mo passed me an envelope.
I already knew that it was from Spellman, but I was afraid to open it. When I read the envelope and confirmed my suspicions my heart skipped a beat.
“I can’t…”
“Open it now,” she said sternly.
With a nervous smile I tore it open and skimmed over the letter. “Yes! I got in!”
I jumped up and started twerking as my Aunt fell out in laughter. “Congratulations boo!” She shrieked.
“All thanks to you.” I suddenly got serious and sat down on the bed. “I want to thank you for everything, but I’m a grown woman now. I’m eighteen and I want to move back into the condo. You already know that I ain’t tryna live on campus.”
Aunt Mo smiled knowingly as she nodded. “I already know you and I also know that you’re used to having your own space. You’re an adult now and I knew that this was coming. Just know that I’m always here for you and my door is always open. I’m so proud of you.”
We hugged and I didn’t want to let her go. “Thank you so much.”
“So, what are your plans for tonight? It’s your eighteenth birthday!”
“Me and the girls’ll probably get together and do something later. I don’t know. Honestly, I’m not really up to it.”
“Hmm, have you talked to Kamal?”
“No and I don’t want to talk to him. This isn’t about him…”
“You know your dad’s going to call you.”
I sighed. “I know, but what’s a phone call? I miss him. It’s my first birthday without him.”
“I know you miss him, but there’s nothing we can do right now to change his circumstances. We just have to make the best of it.”
Damn, I was tired of hearing her say that. It was like my counselor was telling her what to say to me, but I was sick of the clichés. In all actuality life wasn’t that damn easy. Honestly it fucking sucked from my point of view, but I was getting used to that. As a matter of fact, I had come to expect it.
My phone rang and it was Kamal again. Instead of answering, I just let it ring. He was trying his best to get through to me, but I wasn’t trying to hear it. As far as I was concerned I was done. I’d lost my first love due to gun violence. The thing was, it was all because of that bitch Brielle. Her boo at the time Marquis, thought
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