"The strength of a kingdom comes from its King, The strength of a King comes from his Queen" - Cody Edward Lee Miller
THIS IS AN URBAN STORY !!!
My Works #3 🧚🏾♀️
I watched his pulse against his forehead. He's once cheerful mood turned dark and I'm wondering who was that man.
He mumbled something under his voice, "What?"
"Amir, my name is Amir," he repeated.
Amir, okay I got the real name. •Sticks out tongue•
"Your name is really pretty."
"Thank you ma," he smiled and his dimples showed.
Chile, this man so finee. And he jus call me ma. I need to change my panties now.
We sat in silence for a couple minutes with Joël - I'm really trying hear you out playing in the background.
Wait, he didn't answer my question.
"I know it's nun of my business but that man really change your mood and you so stressed out. So, I'm asking again. Are you okay?"
I completely turned in my seat to face him. Well, as much as the seatbelt would let me.
"You right it's nun of your business so drop it, please."
I rolled my eyes, turned around and looked out the window.
I get a rude response for asking him if his already. That's why I hate being nice to folks.
Once we made it to my house I got out of the car and tried to grabbed the bags out of the backseat.
He beat me to it and grabbed of the bags for our homemade pizza. Well, he's going to be making his shít at home while, I eat my pizza with some wine for the rest of the night.
I unlocked the door and let him in. After we took our shoes off we went into the kitchen.
I preheated the oven as he took the groceries out of the bag.
"You might as well take your shít withcu," I said leaning on the counter.
He stopped taking the groceries out of the bags and turned around to stare at me.
We stood there staring at each other for a couple seconds. A blank look covered his face as I mug him.
He burst out laughing and turned back around to finish taking the things out.
"It's the fact you think I'm jok-," my phone started ringing on the counter.
I walked over and picked it up to see Ivy calling me.
I answered it and the sound of yelling came from the other end of the phone.
"Ivy, what's wrong, what's going on," I questioned as multiple voices yelled from the phone.
"THEY PUT THEIR FÙCKING HANDS ON MY SISTER! I SWEAR TO GOOD IM ABOUF TO CATCH ANOTHER BODY!"
Anger filled my body as the news with through my ears. Somebody fúcked with India?
"I'm on my way," I replied hanging up the phone.
I ignored Amir's presence and went upstairs to my bedroom. I quickly threw on some fighting clothes (shirt and leggings), grabbed my shoes out of the closet and smeared Vaseline all over my expose skin.
Quickly throwing my hair in a bun, I made sure I grabbed my box cutter, taser, and some pepper spray.
I ran downstairs to see Amir already waiting by the door for me with his keys in hand.
He didn't say anything to me on our way to Ivy's and Judah's house. My anger grew more as multiple scenarios on what happened filled my brain.
India is quiet person and she stays to herself so I don't know why someone would put their hands on her.
Once we pulled in their driveway I jumped out the car before he parked and jogged to the door.
Ivy opened up the door and her the brown face was red. She led us to the living room and India sat on the couch with her back facing us.
Ivy paced back and forth, tapping her tasing against her hands. I walked in front of India and my blood boil.
It looked like a truck hit her. Her face was all bruised up, her lips were bleeding, and she had a black eye.
