Learn Ya

Chapter 15: Part 1

Everyone slowly began disperse without a sound.

I grabbed my care package and head upstairs to get Luna.

"Oh and dont forget. Only open the envelope when necessary." said Scoop.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

As I made it up the stairs, I started collecting my bags when my phone buzzed.

Text Messages:

Neighbor💛: Mama? You good?

Me: Im okay. Ill see you soon. Dont wait up.

Neighbor💛: I was serious about everything I said...

Me: I know.
End of conversation.

And with that, I shut my phone off. I didnt have the time or the energy to use on another man tonight.

"Ms. Angelina." said a voice in the doorway.

Speaking of the fucking gender.

"Yes?" I looked to see one of the Kennys. I made a mental note to tell Scoop to get a bell on these walking statues.

"Mr.King needs you in his office. Now." He stepped to the side as a sign for me to exit the door.

I just nodded my head and followed him down the hall.

I entered one of the biggest rooms I had ever seen in my life. It legitimately looked like another loft.

"This is not a damn office." I said while rolling my eyes. I have had it with his extraness. Even the paint on the walls start to piss me off.

"I should have shot that nigga when I had the chance." He said while looking at the floor.

I mean when them niggas first kidnapped my momma I tried to shoot his ass. But nobody listens to the girl who was raised my a fucking junky.

"We'll I tried but yall stopped me." I said while sitting in one of his living room chairs. Again, like I said, an entire loft.

"Ha." He chuckled.

He made eye contact with me. However I couldn't read his eyes. He walked closely to me and stood behind my chair.

The hairs on my neck stood up as he breath on my neck. I could smell the whiskey still burning in his throat.

My heart was beating out of my chest. Breathing wasn't even an option at this point.

"Im not talking about him." He kissed my ear. His voice was different. He wasn't himself.

"Then ... who?" I choked.

"Scoop." he whispered.

He kissed the place behind my ear slowly.

"For what!" I screamed breaking out of my trance. I threw my hands in the air as if the pastor was preaching to the choir.

"Angelina. Sit. The. Fuck. Down." He spat.

"No! You shit the fuck down you narcissistic fuck!" I screamed with tears in my eyes.

"Angelina." he whispered.

"No! Im sick of this shit! You ran away! You left Scoop with a whole in his chest. And even on his death bed, it was HIM cleaning up your fucking mess. It was HIM making sure that me and Luna was straight. It was him telling you to get YOUR shit together!" At the point I was so tired of his bullshit, I felt as though I had nothing left.

My head began ringing.

"Im sorry.. I thought.." King began.

"You thought what? You thought you was the only person that can give a damn about me and Lu. Because you sure as hell wasn't the only person to leave when we needed them most."

And that. That was the truth.

And he said nothing. Not shit.

"You know what. Fuck this. Im leaving." I headed towards the door, but I felt his hands around my wrist. He turned me around and pulled me close.

"Im sorry" he repeated into kisses that he was leaving on my face and neck.

I cried. Hard. Beating into his chest. Its the same fucking cycle. And it doesn't just effect me anymore, but my daughter as well.

"Let me go! I can't." He pulled but he just held me tighter.

BANG!

I heard before I saw the door burst into. I looked up to see Scoop with his gun pointed at King.

"Let her the fuck go." He said more clam than anyone would guess given the situation.

I cried harder, choking on my tears.

"Why? So you can put your dick in her huh? So you can have your turn." Slurred King.

I did not know this man. There was no way this was the man that saved my life. This couldn't be the man Lu has grown to love. That I had grown to...

"Dontè. You are tweaking the fuck out. And you need help. Now let her go before you make a mistake that no one can clean up." Scoop cocked his gun.

I slowly felt King's grip loosen. I took the opportunity and ran into Scoop's arms. He used his free arm to catch me and placed me behind himself.

"Take the keys and go. Leave the key under the whip in its outside hidden compartment. Ill come get it in the morning. Yall need to go." He said still keeping his eye on King.

"But Scoop.." I didnt want to leave without him. I didnt want to be alone.

"Go." was all he said.

I took one last look at King. He had took a seat beside the couch. His face was in his hands as if he was saying a prayer. He looked up at me as if he could feel me staring.

And I saw nothing left in his eyes.

Hours Later.....

Knock! Knock!!!

I wiped the last tear from my eye as I headed to the door.

And there he was. Perfect. His dreads were in a bun. And his eyes were piercing through me.

"Fuck me Que." I whispered.