Shattered (Urban Story)

Chapter 1

Shayla had walked all over the city until she found a soul food resturant were she figured she'd stop before she walked to the homeless shelter 30minutes away. She had a long time to think about what she was going to do and the homeless shelter was the best thing she could think of until she could get on her feet and force herself to find a job. She slipped herself into one of the booths quickly after a waitress came her way who looked like she had been working there for some years it was probably a family business. "Can I get you something to eat or drink" the lady asked, Shayla didn't reply she was lost in her thoughts. The woman spoke again changing her pitch she was working all day and fed up "young lady.....Can I get you anything to eat or drink we are about to close up".

Shayla finally heard what the woman had said "umm....c-can I get a two piece with some cornbread Mac & Cheese and collard greens" she
stuttered. Shayla only had a ten dollar bill in her pocket she didn't know how she was going to pay for this but she was definitely going to eat she hadn't had a proper meal in at least a month. The old lady replied quickly "we're out of mac and cheese but I can get you everything else" she walked away without another word said.

Channel 5 news was on that's what Shayla was interested in this whole time. She hoped her fathers death didn't make it on TV but she doubted it, reporters thrived off shootings in the hood. She watched slowly as a young brunette was reporting.

"Im live at Fifth Way projects Detroit, Michigan".

Then everything became real Shayla finally realised the seriousness of what she had actually done. Shay lived in the heart of Detroit and there was no other project named fifth way.

"An African-American male was allegedly shot dead, he has been taken to the hospital and a female who is supposedly his wife. Was just carried away in a ambulance after suffering a panic and heart attack".

From the look on Shayla's face you could see she had done something wrong her palms were sweaty and she was shaking her feet. For a moment she thought about going to the hospital to visit her mom after all she still loved her even though she couldn't understand her. But she didn't want the police asking questions she couldnt even stand the thought of going to prison.

The brunette signed of air "The police are still investigating and we'll have more of this story tomorrow". The old waitress walked over with Shayla's food it seemed like it had taken forever.

"Here you go" the old's woman's attitude was on display but she didn't care and Shayla didn't care neither she just began to grub slobbering all over her food it looked like she hadn't eaten in years the intensity of everything made her extremely hungry.

Seconds later she finished eating and the waitress didn't take her time either she scooted over "That'll be 15.61" the woman asked.

Shayla shook up she thought it would be a little less "umm sorry ma'am I didn't know I only have a ten dollar bill" Shayla chipped in her girl scout voice. "Well sorry I can't let you out of her until You pay me.....and its damn near 2am so if you could hurry it up" the woman was becoming irritated. Shayla searched for any extra change in her pocket, she wasn't successful "ive only go-" the old lady cut her of before she could finish "I don't care your gonna have to give me my money now or I'm going to have to call the police" she raised her voice.

Shayla was very small built like draya Michele but she stood up and violently pushed the woman over and ran out the restaurant.

She didn't look back she had no plan too

After walking for 10minutes shayla stopped by a near by night club to catch her breath. "Damn ma, you got a fat ass" three guys were leaning on a all black maybach the diamond encrusted rims made there whip stand out. They looked like dealers.

Shayla looked behind her she didn't even have enough energy to roll her eyes and walk away. "Yo leave her alone, don't you got a bitch" she turned around at how attractive his voice was.

He was wearing a black hoodie and black distressed jeans perfected with some gold louboutins sneakers. He walked in Shayla's direction she quickly turned her head but that didn't stop him.

"Umm....you need a hand you look lost" he asked, Shayla twisted her face "no I'm fine" she wasn't in the mood. "You sure.... where you going wit all that luggage" he started to become worried about someone he didn't even know. "None of your business just please leave me alone".

she just wanted to get on her way but was being interrupted by some foolishness.

***

It was 3am and the streets were dying down but Shayla didn't know if she could complete the walk to the homeless shelter her feet were giving out on her she had no choice but to kill her confidence and go to Morgan's house.

Morgan was her best friend, they witnessed each other glo up from middle school to high school . They were sort of the stereotypical duo Morgan was the dark skin girl and Shayla was the lightie.

Shayla walked up the small steps to Morgan's house and knocked on the door, She hoped she wasn't waking anybody.

The door was quickly answered and to her attention it was Morgan "Oh hey" she opened the door in a pink spandex dress. "Is it okay if I stay over" Shayla was exhausted and you could hear it in her voice. "Yeah i just came in...Why?"

"Ill tell you in the morning" Shayla wasn't ready to get into details about everything that had happened.