So im still learning to cope with the fact im a murderer and my brother is dead, at least I pretend these factors don't effect me. They do. Its like I can still hear my brother's voice, but when I close my eyes, I see my mom's boyfriend's eyes when I stabbed him.
God forgive me for my sins and give me strength, cause im gonna need it to find my brother's killer. Am I my brothers keeper ? No, but I will keep this promise, cross my heart and hope to die.
"Well my mom is barely home. You can stay here with me.", Lisa said. I guess she's the only person who feels my pain. I feel as if im having a mental breakdown. Everything is going to hell and back. At least I still got Lisa and Travis.
LISA'S POV-
Now that I've thought about it my really is never home. Next time I see her I need to talk to her. Travis hit me up. " Yall ready." , he asked. I wiped Kaylas tears and my own. " We ready."
We meet Travis by the Citco down the street. " Aight its some guys by the side of the store. Yall should know the prices. "
We walked over to the car. " Hey wassup what ya looking for.", Kayla said sounding like a professional. She gave them bag, I collected the money. We stayed out there for hours , yet Travis stayed out there with us to make sure things went straight. Kayla had the thirty since she had no problem hurting people to survive, I counted the money, and Travis was the plug, since he was the only one who knew how to grow weed or make crack.
ELEVEN MONTHS LATER
TRAVIS'S POV-
I watch as these girls sell and realized how much this has changed them. kayla is a straight thug now, and Lisa simply loves money, but to point where she would betray us.
They both sixteen now and im nineteen. They moved in with me and lets just Lisa and I have gotten closer. She actually asked me to teach her how to make crack. I mean I know its now how a couple should spend quality time but shit it works. But we never do the drugs we make. I tought Kayla how to grow weed so she wouldnt fell left out.
