Kayla POV
Dlo and I have been talking a lot more lately, shit, it feels good to have a friend back in my life.
I was laying ontop of Donte as he was scrolling away on his phone. He's been on that thing a lot lately. I was daydreaming, thinking of a lot of stuff that was on my mind.
"Kayla!" Donte yelled in my ear. I snapped out of it.
"Yes? What? Donte?" I said, putting my hand over my ear.
"I've said your name over five times. Yo' phone ringing." He said, then went back to his phone.
I nodded, then got up. I took my phone out of my back pocket and looked at my missed calls.
Dlo..
I really can't tell Donte that I've been talking to Dlo. I know we're not doing anything, because I am in love with Donte, but I honestly don't know what to say, so I don't say anything.
"Hey, whats up?" I said to Dlo as I walked into the other room.
"Hey ma, I was wondering if you wanted to come over?" He asked.
"Um, maybe. Probably in like...an hour?" I asked, making sure the timing was right.
"Aight, sounds nice. I'll see you later." And with that, he hung up.
I walked into my room, I now share with Donte. I slipped on a silky chill blouse and a pair of True Religion shorts. I brushed my silky curled hair into a neat pony tail that I parted down the middle, and then sat on the bed with Donte. He wasn't on his phone anymore, by this time he was laying down, smiling at me.
"Hey babe." I smiled, giving him a kiss on the lips.
"You look nice." He complimented me. I blushed.
"Don't look too bad yourself." I said.
He chuckled and pulled me on top of him. I smiled, looking in his brown eyes.
He brushed his tongue against my lips, squeezing my ass. I opened my mouth so he could enter his tongue, and closed my eyes. He repositioned me onto my stomach and I automatically felt a sharp pain.
"Ouch, shit!" I yelled, jumping off of him. He looked at me weird for a second before speaking.
"Damn, what's wrong Kay?" He went over to my side.
I clutched my stomach, a few moans of pain escaped my mouth. It took me a few minutes before I eased up.
I pulled away from his grip around my waist before looking at him. "I'm alright." I said, trying to breathe.
"You sure?" He asked.
I nodded my head. "Yes, Donte."
"Okay. I love you Kayla." He said, trying to not make me mad.
"I love you too." I smiled.
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*I grabbed my jacket from off the coat rack and slipped on my shoes.
"Donte, I'll be back!" I yelled, making sure he could hear me.
I waited for him to respond but he was silent, so I went into our bedroom just to make sure. He tells me to never leave the house without his okay. Whatever.
"Donte...?" I looked in the room, and the bathroom. I guess he wasn't home.
I then went back outside and waited on the porch because Donte took the car with him. I had to have Dlo drive me.
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Flight 1
Action17 Year old Kayla Tipton, Lives a painful life of rape and abuse since she was 10 years old by her stepdad. Her dad died and her mom becomes a drug addict and remarried. Kayla's best friend, Donte Cali 18 years old is the only person Kayla has to he...