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Khayla’s Point of View:
A week later.
I woke up to sound of Leah’s tears. Usually I would be woken from Trey spreading all over me in the bed we shared but at least he was beside me. This time I had to deal with everything alone. He said that he didn’t Leah but he did. I didn’t blame him though because I proberly wouldn’t be able to cope either. I would have been worse in fact. With these thoughts running around my brain, like clockwork I walked into the kitchen to heat up some baby food for Leah. She was too young to understand what is going on around her but yet she still knew the smell of Trey’s aftershave, his steps when he was coming into the room and his booming voice which always created a presence.
Yesterday night, I got a call from Trey’s mum questioning me about whether I had spoken to Trey yet. I wished I had as well. I would express my love/sorrow. Yet I understood his need for time. That’s what this is about: understanding and allowing him to repair within himself.
Trey’s Point of View:
Staying at my uncles wasn’t pleasant. Uncle Shane always had girls in and out of his home which didn’t make it easy for me having to adjust to his lifestyle. He was one of those uncles which were older. He was more around his thirties so he was coming out of the stage of just having girlfriends and looking to settle down. Shane didn’t have any children in fact I don’t even think he wanted them after the amount of young children that already run around the family. For a older man though, he was considered “Buff” among the younger generation. Girls would flock just to see his big bright brown eyes and his neat cainrows which were always done by his latest girlfriend.
He agreed to let me stay after he heard what happened with Khayla. He never really liked her from the beginning for some reason. I don’t think he thought she was good enough for me but the truth was of course I was just as bad as her sometimes.
“Yo, Tremaine!” He always called me by my full name never Trey which he knew I preferred.
“Yes uncle?” I didn’t call him Shane to his face only because I had manners so it was strictly uncle.
“Can you come with me to Shanika’s house please?”
“Why?”
“Don’t question me, just come.”
I hate coming places with people that don’t benefit me in anyway. It just makes me look so random in total which for me isn’t a good look. I knew that my uncle and Shanika have been dating on and off though. Throughout their relationship whether they were on or off, she seemed to have this ‘thing’ for me which made me feel uneasy about being in the same room with her alone. It felt as though her eyes would trace my body making me tingle unnecessarily.
I was still in bed when my uncle told me to get up so I had to summon the strength out of nowhere to get up and make sure that I could stay up. I walked into the communal bathroom to turn on the shower in order for me to jump in quickly. Walking back into the guest room that was now my bedroom, I unzipped my bag and picked out a simple black Ralph Lauren top and simple blue jeans from H&M. Before walking back into the bathroom, I grabbed my Lynx shower gel and Tommy Hilfiger aftershave.
*
After coming out of the shower and getting dressed, I located myself in the living room to watch some cartoons whilst my uncle got ready himself. Watching SpongeBob reminded me of Leah. She would always be located on my stomach giggling as the show started and we would both be asleep as the show ended.
“Tremaine, let’s go before it gets late”
“It’s eleven in the morning haha.”
“Don’t get smart.”
I turned off the TV and walked out the front door into the car with my uncle. He was blasting out basement music as usual. My mind was far away though. It was focused on Leah. Even though I didn’t mean too, I had abandoned her because I left her with no father figure there as she was in the vital stages of development. However I knew myself and knew that I wouldn’t be able to wake up knowing what I know having to look in Khayla’s face.
“TREMAINE FOR THE THIRD TIME....”
“Uh yeah!” He snapped me out of my thoughts. All the time, they went back to Khayla and Leah.
“Have you spoken to that woman?” Speak of the devil.
“No, I have spoken to KHAYLA.”
“Why not? You need to know about the welfare of your child.”
“Mums has been telling me about Leah. She is fine.”
“You still need to talk to Khayla though because you can’t live in my spare room forever.”
“And I won’t but I just need time to sort myself out.”
“Alright.”
From then on, the car ride was silent until we reach Shenika’s house.
Khayla’s Point of View:
I was playing around with Leah on the floor when I heard the door knock several times. I put Leah in her playpen securely before thinking who it could be. I wasn’t expecting visitors due to the fact that I just wanted to be alone and I didn’t have the funds to go to out as I needed to get minders for Leah which is something that at this time I just didn’t have.
“HOLD ON, IM COMING!”
I didn’t run to the door like I normally was because I wasn’t in the mood frankly but I did hear from the other side of the door, the person or people shuffling around. Looking through the peephole, I could make out a figure that I don’t recognise.
“Hello?” I said as I peeped from round the door.
“Erm hi, I’m your neighbour – I don’t think we have been introduced but I wanted to know is your electricity working because we’ve just had a power cut”
A boy about seventeen was standing at my door. Mixed race. Green-brownish eyes. Hoodie and baggy jeans. Basically the typical mixed race boy who must think he is nice.
“Hi, I’m Khayla...”
I heard Leah’s cry from the living room playpen.
“...sorry that’s my daughter Leah.” I continued.
“Oh, I’m Ethan by the way but yeah its fine ha.”
“Anyway, my electricity is working perfectly fine – maybe call your supplier?”
“Yeah, thanks – see you later.”
“Yeah, bye.”
OK that was wierd. Ive seen him before but didn't know that he lived right next door. Well I guess I now I know my neighbour.
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Broken - Book Two
Teen Fiction"I'm Scared Mum. I Want To Go Back To The Way It Was." This is the story of four people going in different directions of their lives. Broken - Book Two focuses mainly on Trey Anderson and the way he adjusts to his new life having to provide for his...
