Malia&Khari

chapter four | khari

"You did good for the first day, kid. You catch on fast." Tyrese complimented.

I slipped on my shirt and nodded my head. "Thanks."

"No problem. With the addition of you, I think we can go all the way." He said as he patted my back and headed to the shower. I wasn't used to compliments especially from no guy so he caught me off guard. I just shook my head and threw my bag over my shoulder. Practice was little more rigorous here since the team had higher expectations.

I walked out of the locker room and out to the chilly night. Since the practice gym was just five minutes away from my apartment, I decided to just walk from practice everyday. I stopped by a small shack and bought a chicken plate. After getting my order, I headed home.

Once I made it to the apartment complex, I walked up the stairs to my apartment. I stuck the key into the door and walked in.

"Fuck!" I yelled as I hit my toe.

I flicked the lights on and threw my bag on the couch. I turned on my speakers, plugging up my phone and scrolled until I landed on Kendrick's album. I stripped out of my shirt because it was a tad bit warm. Kendrick Lamar's Wesley's Theory blasted quietly through the speakers as I sat on my mattress, ate, and stared at the wall. All I had was a couch, a mattress, sheets, and a laptop. It wasn't much, but it was enough.

I enjoyed this in a sense. It got me away from people. However, it allowed me to be a prisoner in my own mind. I felt trapped.

I glance over at my mom's picture on the wall, grimacing. I missed everything about her. Her touch, laugh, advice, and the unwanted kisses. We were extremely close, especially since she was a single mother. My father never existed until she was gunned down senseless.

Before she was murdered, she'd talk about the importance of me reading and understanding the Bible. She wanted me to get closer to God and have him with me at all times. Every night, I remembered her giving me a little Bible study lesson. I'd even had her Bible that she read her scriptures in.

However, once she was killed, I never touched it. I didn't believe in it, still don't. I don't believe there is a God because if it was, she'd still be here. How can this so called God allow someone who loved him as much as she did, be killed in a senseless act? It just didn't make sense to me.

There was tug and pull at my heart, though. For some reason, I felt bad that I didn't believe that there was a God. In the back of mind, I knew I was wrong. A loud knock at the door caused me to snap out of my thoughts. I looked at the clock, noticing that it was a little over eight p.m.

"Who is it?!" I yelled.

"It's Randy man. Open up, it's cold out here!"

I closed my plate and I got up to go open the door. Once I swung the door open, he and Danielle hurriedly stepped in, closing the door.

"Hey Khari." Danielle greeted.

"Wassup Dan?" I greeted, giving her a brief hug. "How's things?"

She sat her purse on the stand before shrugging. "They're going. Really not complaining, you?"

"I'm aight."