Egotistical

11.5

Pharoah
Two weeks later.

   One again I found myself holding myself in the corner trying to brace myself from Layshon punishes and kicks. I mean maybe it was my fault, we aren't really a thing and he didn't know Jordan— me and Jordan also are really close it could look like we were dating.  I cursed at myself in my head, how could I be so god damn dumb. When the tears down my face started and my breath hitches I felt my own issues starting, the trap house that layshon had me at into the night, I had stayed with him and told my parents I was staying with Jordan, I think it only worked because my pa was busy bothering Dior for the moment. When someone pounded on the door it got layshon out of his rage, he only looked at me up and down then walked out slamming the door behind me.

    I closed my eyes for a moment, my heart beat ringing through my ears mixed with me trying to catch my breath. The salty tears stayed in my mouth- I still had to go to school tomorrow.  One thing that happened was I got better at makeup. Without a doubt I had, And basketball had open gyms starting. I loved playing ball- when I opened my eyes I was calm. My body aches all over through so I only let go of my body and let it spread out on the floor as I just laid there.

When I woke up the pain was even wore my whole body ached and I could see the dark blue and purple bruises on my legs, layshon opened the door and stared for a moment as I looked in the bathroom mirror. I had just woke up and was trying to wash the tears off my face, not to mention  the bruises that covered my body I had to cover with long sleeves and every step  every step ached. But I wasn't going to tell anyone; they surly kill the boy I found myself liking. "Baby I'm sor-

  "It's fine" my voice barely there from all the yelling and screaming from the night before.

  "No Pharo-

"I don't wanna talk about it Layshon, I have to finish getting ready for school" my voice breaking with each word I tried to hold it together. I tried to stop myself from loosing it and crying again. Closing my eyes I thought of a happier time, before I grew up and things went to shit. But  that ended when I opened my eyes again. I finished getting ready pulling on the new clothes layshon had bought for me, it was nice I assume- I did like them so I should be greatful. But when I got out of the car and in front of the school I couldn't help but take a deep breath. I was exhausted- I had looked probably the same on the outside although My sister swears I've been acting different but I never was really much of a talker to other people. I just stayed within my close friends so for the most part they think I'm holding back because of what I found out.

Dayquellz Jr.

I wasn't having a lot of shit, I love King that's my right hand man always; shit but he was out of fucking control. The worst part about being Older than the boy I always stick up for him, especially because I'm old enough to smoke with my dad and Nassiah. So here I was rolling up listening to what kings been up to. "I had to whoop his ass, he thinks ever sense I told him what happened that he can talk to me however— I lived with my guilt" Nassiah started.

"You know kids- think they know errything. Petty beef shit in the streets come down to a lot of life or death; if you and take care of shit after Zo got shot then shit would've got outta hand" My dad spoke his eyes side glancing to me.

"Whatca talkin bout? When Alonso get shot?" I asked now intrigued. I heard bits and pieces of stories when I stayed quiet enough; but my dad tried to keep me out of his problems as much as possible too.

"Boy don't you got two dumbass friends?" He asked raising a eyebrow. "And someplace to be?"

"Memba when I wanted to move out and you called me unstable? So Na Ian" I muttered making the male smack the back of my bed and me drop the blunt in one motion. I rolled my eyes picking it up and walking out the room.