Needed Me (SEQUEL)

X

Kyrah
(pls excuse any mistakes)
Enjoy.

It's 3 a.m and I'm currently packing my bags to get ready to leave. Part of me hates this because i'm leaving Kyrie. I'm leaving Scar. I'm leaving everybody with no explanation at all.

I'm not happy here. I hate being controlled by a money possessed, sociopathic father. I hate being involved in this life style. I hate being here period. If I don't leave now I won't ever leave. Once i'm gone, my life is gonna be at risk. I know that for a fact. I don't care though. I'm just tryna get back to my normal lifestyle and spend it with the man I love and people I love.

Damn, i'm gonna have to do a lot of explaining to everybody.

I zipped up my last suitcase. I looked around to make sure i'm not forgetting anything before I leave.

I'm leaving my phone here and taking the second one I got with me. The other one has a tracker in it. If I leave it here he won't suspect a thing. If I break it, he's gonna know something's up.

Looks like I have everything I need...time to go.

Tariq texted me his address after he had came to see me that day. He thinks I won't be coming there for a long time so me coming sooner than expected is gonna be a big surprise.

I grabbed my bag and threw it around my shoulders and grabbed my two suitcases.

After I loaded everything into my car I took one last look at my door upstairs.

I'm gonna miss Kyrie so much. We grew a bond and my love for him is here forever, but if really loves me he would want me to be safe. He might be mad for a while but he's gonna understand later. I know he will.

I started the car and began pulling out of the complex.

Tariq
1:13 p.m.

"Boy you really need to start cleaning this place up." My mom fussed at me.

"I mean for real...this is just ridiculous."

"Ain't nobody tell you to come over though." I said.

"Well excuse me for wanting to come check on my son who hasn't been talking to me in 5 damn days. I text no text back I call no call back I even emailed yo low down having ass-"

"Yo mama is something else boy." John told me taking a sip from his drink. "I deal with this every damn day."

She stopped sweeping and put a hand on her hip while glaring at him. "Well you probably wouldn't have to deal with this every damn day if you wouldn't of put this ring on my finger now would you?"

"Cuz you wouldn't stop bothering my ass bout it."

"Me and you both know why you wanted to put a ring on this boo don't get it twisted."

"We not going there." I said with a cringe look on my face.

John shook his head. "I'm sorry man." He patted my shoulder.

"For what?"

"For having to put up with her yo whole life."