Alana
“Girl who was that fine piece of milk chocolate that just left here mmm,” Shamaiah said. Oh lord here comes her ghetto side.
“Nobody just a client of mines at my office. He asked me out on a date but I don’t know if I should, I just have a bad feeling about this,” I don’t feel as if I should date one of my clients and plus I don’t have time for any little boy games which I feel he is still on.
“Girl you should go with him, I mean you haven’t been on an actual date in five years.” she was right. The way my trust is set up I try to find every little flaw in every guy that has tried to get with me and that flaw made me break it off right then.
“But I have a bad fe-”
“I’m sorry what was that. You’re going on that date with Mr. Milk Chocolate? Oh ok that’s what I thought I heard. Now you call him up and let him know what’s up,”
“I don’t have his number,” I gloat smirking.
“Girl ooooo you get on my nerves,” she sighed, “Lana, girl, you need some type of happiness in your life and you’re not going to find it just sitting up in that house.” I nodded my head and sighed.
As much as I don’t want to agree with her she’s right, but my heart has stone cold bricks surrounding it that nobody is going to break down. My fa- no that man made me into this person and I hate him for it.
“I need to go uhm bye,” I felt tears threatening to fall from my eyes but my motto is crying is for the birds I can’t let nobody see my guard down, nobody not even my damn self. When I cry I feel weak and broken and that’s a feeling that takes me a long time to shake off or I’d drink it off and I will not end up like my uncle that’s something I will not let happen. Keeping my guard up is really hurting me on the inside but dammit I got to do what I got to do.
*ring* *ring*
“Hello?”
“How you doin’ babygirl?” My heart began thumping a mile a minute.
“Leave me the fuck alone!”
“Ohhh somebody done got feisty. Let me just cut to the chase, I got three more months and I’m out. Now I’ve had people watching you so I know where you stay and when I get out I will be making a stop there because I do believe we have unfinished business to handle. You thought you got away from me? Nah, once you fucking with me you’re in it for good. Get ready babygirl cause I’m comin’ for ya.”
*dial tone*
No No No! He was dead and I made sure of that the day I saw him- nevermind. He done had me scared for all these years watching over my shoulders every 2.5 seconds, but I refuse to let that happen again. I will not let him see the fear that I’ve been hiding for all these years. I have to keep my poker face on because when he comes for me best believe I will be ready. I used to be scared of him but now I’m a new and improve alana. I’m not the same naive young girl that believed everything she heard and took it to the heart.I’m a grown ass woman with a stone cold heart prepared for anything that comes my way. So if he coming for me he better come on his A game.
*ring* *ring*
“Leave me the hell alone!”
“Woah there I was just what time I should pick you up tonight,” Marcus said into the phone ever so smoothly.
“Marcus I never agreed to go out with you and how did you get my number?”
“But your friend said to call you because you said you wanted to go out with me tonight,” He said. That damn Shamaiah she is a hot mess.
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Street Love
Teen FictionHave you ever been through so much shit that you just don't care anymore. Well thats exactly how 23 year old Alana Streets and 25 year old Marcus Crimson feel. They've both been through a horrific childhood and they just don't know how to feel anym...