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                                 1987

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Compton

The gates creaked open like a slow-ass horror movie. For a second, the sunlight hit her face so hard it made her squint. She wasn’t used to real light anymore—just that cold-ass fluorescent buzz and the way time passed in gray shades behind a steel door.

Korina stepped out of jail with her chin up and her nerves low-key fried. , the laces barely hanging on. the T-shirt she wore was prison-issue, wrinkled and dry, and her hoop earrings—surprisingly—were still intact. Her hair was tucked into a lazy braid that looked like it’d been done in the dark. Still, her attitude? Untouchable.

Freedom smelled like dust, exhaust fumes, and cheap-ass cologne. She wrinkled her nose and stepped onto the sidewalk like the zhe had an issue with everybody.

A car sat across the lot—faded blue Monte Carlo with mismatched hubcaps and an unnoticeable

Then she saw him.

“Yo… Korina?” A voice came from the driver’s side.

She froze.

Lorenzo.

He looked older. A little tired. A little skinnier. But it was him—her pain-in-the-ass little brother turned man-of-the-house overnight. He leaned out the window, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly open like he couldn’t believe it.

Korina smirked.

“Damn, you got uglier,” she said, slowly pulling her shades down.

Lorenzo Ren slammed the door open and rushed over like a bat outta hell.

“Nahhh, don’t play wit' me! Don’t fucking play! Kori? You really out?” He nearly tackled her with a hug.

She stiffened at first, then let out a shaky laugh. “I’m out, dummy. You gon’ crush my ribs though.”

“Man, shut up,” Ren muttered, gripping her tight like he was scared she’d disappear again. “I thought I was never gon’ see your crazy ass again.”

They stood there for a second, in the middle of the lot, just holding on. And then—like nothing had happened—she playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

“Damn, lonzo. You driving this broke-ass car now?”

Ren pulled back and looked at her like she was stupid. “Girl, shut the fuck up and get in the car before i change my mind and get my money back.”

The ride through Compton was quiet at first. She watched the streets like they were brand new. Same blocks, different energy. Little kids chased each other down the cracked sidewalks. Stray dogs limped across intersections. The corner stores were still bumpin’, but the faces were different.

“I feel like I been gone ten years,” she muttered, finally breaking the silence.

Ren glanced at her. “You kinda have. Shit’s changed, Kori.”

"Oh come on its only been for three years"
I said

She nodded slowly. “You got A/C in this car?”

“Hell no. Roll the window down, we broke.”

She laughed. A real laugh. One that made her stomach hurt. It felt good.

"Damn,"I said wanting to not let out anymore laughs.

He sideyed me a smile on his face before he spoke"hey watch it atleast I ain't the one who been to prison.

Ren’s apartment wasn’t glamorous, but it was clean and felt… safe.

Posters of Parliament, Zapp, and a half-peeled Marvin Gaye flyer were taped to the walls. The couch was old, but familiar. The smell of fried chicken grease and incense clung to everything.

Korina stepped inside and just stood there for a second, taking it all in. It hit her all at once: freedom. The buzz of the fridge. The click of the light switch. The way the floor creaked under her sneakers.

Ren came in behind her, watching her face. “You good?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Just… damn.”

She sat on the couch and leaned back, eyes closed.

“Feels real again.”

Ren went to the kitchen, came back with two sodas and a bag of chips. “I been savin’ this last orange Fanta for like two weeks. Here.”

“Damn, two weeks? You really love me,” she laughed, cracking it open.

They sat on the couch, the TV low in the background, just vibing.

The Real Talk

“You gon’ tell me what really happened in there?” Ren asked eventually.

Korina sighed. “It was stupid. Some girl said I was staring at her man in the yard. I wasn’t. He was staring at me. She pushed me. I blacked out. Next thing I know, her face on the floor and I’m in solitary.”

Ren whistled. “Damn, you still got that fight in you.”

She rolled her eyes. “It ain’t funny, Ren. I wasted so much time in there. I ain’t tryna go back over no dumb shit again.”

“You mean that?”

“Deadass. I wanna be better. I gotta think first before I throw hands. I mean, unless somebody really deserves it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Define ‘really deserves it.’”

She smirked. “You’ll know when you see it.”

They both burst out laughing.

“You know Mama prayed for you every night?” Ren said after a pause. “Even when she was mad. She never stopped.”

Korina’s smile faded, her throat tightening. “I know.”

“She would’ve been proud if she was here.”

Korina blinked fast. “Stop talkin’ like that before I get soft.”

Ren gently bumped her shoulder. “You ain’t never been soft. But it’s okay to feel shit.”

Korina looked at her brother. He wasn’t the loud, goofy Ren  she remembered. He was grown now. Handling bills. Keeping the house up. Holding it down while she was locked away.

“You grew up without me, huh?” she said quietly.

Ren shrugged. “Had to.”

She nodded, then leaned her head on his shoulder. “Well, I’m back now.”

“For good?”

“For fuckin’ good.”

The house was quiet. Ren had knocked out on the recliner, snoring like a diesel truck. Korina sat on the porch with a blanket wrapped around her and a notebook in her lap. She watched the streetlights flicker and the occasional car pass by.

She thought about all the shit she'd missed: birthdays, deaths, music, life. But she also thought about the future. How she still had time to fix things. Maybe not everything, but something.

She flipped open the notebook and wrote one line.

“I ain’t lettin’ this city swallow me again.”