I want to dedicate this chapter to eveyone who follows me!!♥
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*Keyanna*
I woke up with the worst headache I've had in my entire life. It hurt just to open my eyes. I gained enough strength to get up, deciding to go get some medicine. I moved at the pace of a snail, as I made my way to the door. It wasn't until I reached the door, that I finally realized that I wasn't in my room. I took a step back and looked around the room. Nothing in it looked familiar to me. I had absolutely no idea where I was.
Before I began to panic, I tried to think back to everything I had done yesterday. I tried my hardest to remember, but nothing was coming to my mind at the moment. For some odd reason, I felt calm. I didn't feel like I was in any danger. I didn't know what to do at this point. I could go out and look for someone, or I could wait for someone to come in the room looking for me.
Against my better judgement, I decided to go lookind around. I figured that if I was actually in danger, being in the room was just as bad as being outside of it. I slowly opened the door and peeked my head out. I didn't see anyone, so I quietly made my way out the room. I was creeping along, trying my best to remain unnoticed.
"When did you get up?" I heard a voice ask from behind me. I was only a few steps away from a couch in the living room. I turned around and was relieved to see that it was only Mel. As soon as I looked at him, everything that happened yesterday came to my mind all at once. I remembered going to the park, fighting August's potential baby mama, and then going to the trap. Next, I remember August singing to me and then I remember leaving to go to the store with Mel. All the anger from last night returned when I thought about Mel telling me that he was the one who killed Kendrick. After that point, my memory gets a little fuzzy. I still don't remember how I ended up in this house.
"Where am I?" I questioned. I took a seat on the couch because my head started to hurt even worse than before.
"A good friend of mine stays here," he simply responded.
"Why are we here? I have to get back to Kim," I stated, suddenly thinking about my sister.
"She's in good hands. Aug and Denzel ain't gon' hurt her. I brought you here because...... I need a favor," Mel said slowly. He had walked over and took a seat by me on the couch. He was truly out of his mind if he thought I would do anything to help him after what he told me last night. I was about to tell him to take me to Kimberly, but I heard someone come out the kitchen. I turned and noticed that it was Ace. I looked back at Mel to see what his reaction would be. I was shocked to see that his face remained emotionless. I expected him to get mad or sad, or show some type of emotion. I didn't know what to do or say, so I simply remained silent.
"Long time no see Keyanna," Ace spoke as he sat on the other side of me. I scooted closer to Mel. Even though I was made at Mel, I'd rather sit next to him than next to Ace. I was extremely confused now. Why was Mel just sitting there? I thought this whole time he was trying to kill Ace. Now was the perfect time for revenge and he wasn't doing anything.
"You scared of me ma?" Ace questioned. He had an amused look on his face. I didn't reply to him. I simply glanced at him before turning to look at Mel. I need an explanation.
"Mel, why aren't you doing something?" I asked. He knew how we all felt about Ace, especially August. He had been trying to get Ace for a while now. Had I been here with August, Ace would have been dead the moment he stepped in the room.
"I take it he hasn't told you yet," Ace said with a smirk.
"Told me what?" I asked, becoming even more confused than I already was. I watched as Mel just looked at me. His face was full of guilt.
"King is workin with ya' boy. You see, if me and him team up, we can rule this whole city. Do you know how much money we're gonna make?" Ace replied, smiling at the thought of all the money to be made.
Mel has turned against the boys, and is now working with Ace. The same man who killed one of his closest friends. What kind of person turns their back on their on blood? Never in a million years, would I have ever thought that Mel would be essentially "working with the enemy". I was in a horrible position at this moment. On my left, was the man who had supplied the drugs for my mom to carry on her addiction, and on my right, was the man who had killed my brother. These were the two men who ruined life, and here I was in the middle of them.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard the front door opening. I looked up and my eyes widened. I looked around, trying to plan my escape route. I had to get out of here. I was scared out of my mind. I hopped up, only to be pulled right back down by Ace. He kept a tight grip on my wrist, preventing me from going anywhere. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before looking back at the person who had entered the house. I stared at Rodney as he took a seat across from me. When nobody said anything for a few moments, I began to wonder if I was really seeing Rodney. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me.
"How's Kim?" Rodney asked, breaking the silence.
"Good," I answered quietly. I didn't want to look crazy if I was talking to someone who wasn't actually there.
"Aye, I need one of y'all niggas to go make a drop for me," Ace said, only moments after I answered.
"I ain't goin'," Rodney responded quickly. Well at least now I knew I wasn't just seeing things. Now, I just wanted to know why he had faked his death. He had caused all of us so much pain for no reason.
"I'll go later," Mel stated. I wish I hadn't forgotten my phone back at the trap. I could've called someone to come get me. I really didn't want to be here.
"No, go now. Money waits for no one," Ace told him. I waited to see what Mel was going to do. Surprisingly, he got up and walked off to an unknown destination in the house. I was shocked that Ace had that much power over him. Mel was almost 25 and Ace couldn't have been older that 21. It didn't seem like Mel to take orders from anybody else. I couldn't help but think that maybe Mel was on drugs now.
"Can you let me go," I asked Ace. He was still holding onto my wrist from when I got up earlier. He looked down at my wrist before finally removing his hand. I scooted over to where Mel had been previously sitting.
Mel came back to the living room, keys in hand, and stopped at the door. "Don't try no stupid shit while I'm gone," Mel said, looking directly at Ace.
"I ain't makin' no promises," Ace said with a grin. He let out a small chuckle before scooting next to me and putting an arm around my shoulders. Mel shook his head and walked out. He brings me to an unknown place, for an undetermined reason, and then he just leaves me. I wonder how August will react to all of this.
"Why am I here and why did you pretend to die?" I questioned, looking directly at Rodney. It was time for someone to give me some answers.
"That day at the trap, I wasn't supposed to get hit. Nobody was, it was more of a warning. I was in the wrong place at the worng time, so I got shot. After y'all left, Mel took me to the hospital. When I got out, we decided that I should fake my death. It would be easier than trying to work behind y'all's backs like Mel's been doin'," Rodney answered. You never know who you can trust. Not only had Mel turned on August and Denzel, one of their closest friends had also went against them.
"You're here because I need your help," Ace said, answering my first question.
"Well you're wasting your time with me. I'm not helping you, Rodney, or Mel with anything. Y'all should know where my loyalty lays," I quickly answered. I would never do anything for him. I felt like a traitor just sitting in this room right now.
"This has nothing to do with August and the boys," Rodney stated.
"I don't care," I responded. Just because it had nothing to do with August, didn't mean it was okay for me to help them.
"Look, all you have to do is help me get that nigga Huey to Georgia. I would prefer him be alive, but if he's dead that's no problem. You help me with that, and you never have to speak to me again," Ace said, getting straight to the point.
"Why do you want Huey in Georgia?" I asked. This conversation had just took a major turn.
"There's this nigga named AK down in Atlanta who wants him. Last year Huey shot his girl, then raped and killed his baby. AK is payin' big bucks to whoever can bring him Huey, dead or alive," Ace responded.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I already knew Huey was a rapist, but a murderer too. He could easily kill me or Kimberly and get away with it. I wonder if my mom knew about any of this, or if she would even care. I was suddenly reconsidering everything I had said. This would be my chance to get Huey away from us. That would be one less worry for me. I would be helping Ace, but I would also be helping myself. At this point, I had no idea what I was going to do.
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*August*
"August," I heard a faint voice call. I rolled over onto my side but I didn't open my eyes. It was too early to wake up. I felt tiny fingers lightly poking arm. I didn't want to get up, but I slowly opened my eyes anyway. I looked at Kimberly sitting right next to me on the bed.
"Where's your sister?" I asked, after I let out a big yawn. I slowly sat up and looked around for any traces of Keyanna.
"I don't know," she answered with a shrug. That was odd. She should have been back a long time ago. I got off the bed and streched. I picked up Kimberly and headed towards the living room. Right when we were about to sit on the couch, I heard a loud thump from one of the rooms in the trap. I turned around and listened to see if I heard anything else.
When I didnt hear anything, I went to go investigate. I walked back to where all the rooms were. I looked in one room and saw Denzel laying on the ground. I think this nigga fell out the bed.
"Help... I've fallen and I can't get up," Denzel said with the most serious look on his face. I couldn't help but laugh as I walked over to him. I used my free hand to help him get up.
"You goin' to hell, makin' fun of old people like that," I told him once he was back on his feet.
"Nigga, I wasn't makin' fun of old people. Have you seen them commercials? They super fake. The phone be like 2 inches away from them, but they can't reach it. I even saw one where the lady said she couldn't reach the life alert thing around her neck. I hate them commercials," Denzel responded.
"Watch, when you get old, you gon' fall and there won't be nobody to help you," I shot back.
"Imma crawl my ass to a phone or somethin'. It's not like i'm gon' be paralyzed," he replied. He was too serious.
I shook my head and walked out the room. I still had to figure out where Keyanna and Mel were. I sat Kimberly on the couch, before pulling out my phone and dialing Mel's number. I held the phone up to my ear waiting for him to answer. When he didn't answer, I hung up and called right back. I ended up calling him 4 times before he finally answered.
"Where y'all at?" I asked. I was worried about them, it wasn't like Keyanna to be away from Kimberly this long. She would've at least called to check on her by now.
"Uh...it's a long story. I'll explain when we get there," Mel slowly responded.
"What do you mean it's a long story? Where is Keyanna? Is she okay?" I questioned.
"Yeah, she's okay. Why wouldn't she be?" Mel answered.
"Let me talk to her," I said. Something wasn't right about this situation. I could tell from Mel's voice that he was lying about something.
"She's sleep," Mel said quickly.
"Well tap her on her shoulder and give her the phone, " I said. He was making this harder than it had to be.
"Aug, I'm not gonna wake her up. You can talk to her when we get there," Mel said. All he had to do was wake her up and give her the phone. Why was he being so difficult?
"Mel just give her the phone, quit trippin'," I told him.
"I gotta go. We should be at the house in about an hour," Mel said. Right after that I heard a click. I pulled the phone from my ear and saw that he had hung up on me.
I looked down at Kimberly. "This nigga just hung up on me," I told her. She simply giggled in response. Her little smile was enough to lighten the whole mood. I know Mel is hiding something, I just don't know what. I'm gonna trust him, and take his word for now. If you can't trust your blood, who can you trust?
"Where's Keyanna?" Denzel asked as he took a seat on the other side of Kimberly.
"Mel didn't say. He told me it's a long story, and that they're about an hour away," I said.
"Oh. What you gon' do if that baby is yours?" he asked. I hadn't really thought that far ahead, and to be honest, I don't think it's mine.
"It would be weird at first, but I would have no choice but to be there for it. I won't have anything to do with her. I'm still not claiming it until I get a DNA test tho', " I answered.
"Sha' Thotiana is not your lover. She's just a girl who claims that you are the one. But, the kid is not your son... Well you might be the one, you did sleep with her" Denzel sang.
"Nigga, that ain't funny," I said. He thinks its funny, but I don't see any humor in me potentially having a baby.
"You know that baby gon' be ugly as hell," Denzel responded. I just stared at him with a straight face. Where did that even come from?
"Whatchu tryna say? I look good, and I know Shaquayla don't look as good as Keyanna or Kiara, but she not that ugly," I said defensively.
"Did you look at her face? Yeah, she got a nice body, but her face! She look like a deerbra (a deer and a zebra) in the face," Denzel exclaimed.
"Not everyone gets blessed with good looks," I said. I know she's not the prettiest, but I was drunk and high when it happened. I wasn't thinking straight.
"If that's yo' baby, it's gon' come out lookin' like a light skinned Trinidad James. Oh my god, imma have a ugly niece or nephew," Denzel said. He was over there cracking himself up. He knocked on wood when he finally calmed down. It's wrong to talk about somebody's baby like that.
"Denzel, why don't you have a hangover?" I asked, changing the subject. After all the drinking he did last night, I thought he would still be sleep well into the afternoon.
"Real thugs like me don't get hangovers," he answered. I decided to just leave it at that. Some people, no matter how much they drink, still don't get hangovers. I guess Denzel is one of those people.
"Let's go to the house. I think that's where Mel is going," I suggested after a few minutes. Denzel agreed and we got up to leave. I grabbed Keyanna's phone off the table and walked out. I made sure everything was locked up before we left. I was anxious to find out where Mel and Keyanna had been all night.
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*Mel*
I had just left from making that drop for Ace when August called. I had to think of something quick. I thought my cover was blown when he asked to talk to Keyanna. He must really care about her. Right now, I was pulling back up to Ace's house. I hoped that Keyanna had agreed to help. The sooner I get this over with, the better. I walked into Ace's house, and just saw Rodney and Keyanna. Rodney looked guilty and Keyanna just mugged him.
"Where's Ace?" I asked no one in particular.
"He left a few minutes ago. He didn't say where he was going," Rodney answered. Keyanna glared at me briefly before shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She had a way of making people feel guilty. Just that one action had me reconsidering everything I had done.
"Keyanna, let's go. I told August we would be there in 1 hour," I told her, already heading out the door. I didn't want to hear August's mouth about being later than we already were. She quietly followed behind me. When we got in my car, she slammed the door shut. I looked over at her, but she stared out the window. I'll let her get away with it this time, but she can't be slamming my doors just because she's mad.
"Are you going to help us?" I asked after a few minutes. I waited for her answer but she ignored me. I guess I deserved that.
"When we get back, let me do all the talking. Don't say anything about Rodney, Ace, or even Huey. Don't tell them anything about what you just found out," I told her. My biggest worry was having August find out what I was doing. Even though I was going behind his back, he was still my brother, and a small part of me still cared what he thought about me. I want him to look up to me, just like all little brother's look up to their big brothers. No matter what I did, I still wanted the best for him.
"What if I tell them something? What are you going to do about it? Kill me like you killed my brother?" she questioned. That hit me hard. I do regret shooting that day, and if I could take it all back, I would.
"I'm not going to do anything, but Ace will. It would be better for you to just keep quiet, " I lied. Ace didn't really care if August and the boys knew. I was the one who didn't want them to find out. I hoped that mentioning Ace would scare her into keeping this a secret.
I drove the rest of the way in silence, thinking of the excuse I was going to give August. I had to make it believable, because I could tell that he was already skeptical of my actions. These next few weeks are going to be crazy.
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What do you think Keyanna is going to do?
How will she be able to help them get Huey to Georgia?
Do you think Mel is on drugs?
Should she tell August the truth, or keep it from him?
If she tells him, how do you think he will react?
Do you think August is going to believe Mel's excuse?
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