Until The End of Time: The Prequel

1. I Just Pray

Kyan

"Don't you ever fuckin' talk to me like I didn't carry you for nine months and give you my last!" My mother yelled down at me and I shook my head chuckling.

"See, Kiya," I said standing up and looking her in the eye. "Just because you had me doesn't make you a motha'. You took care of me 'til I was old enough to make my own money. I'm a fuckin' drug deala'. I do this shit my way and don't you dare say you gave me yo' last when you hardly gave me yo' first."

She shook her head at me and I smirked. I nodded and turned for the door. I got in my whip and headed to the school house. I for one hated school, but I wanted to graduate, so when I decided to actually quit dealing, I could get a job that wouldn't have me living check to check.

Some people have told me for years to forgive my mother for the dirty she's done. What they fail to realize is that I've been done with her. I've forgiven her. That doesn't mean I can forget. That doesn't mean I can forget how she sold me for drugs over and over again. That doesn't mean I forgot how she slapped me around when she was drunk or high off her ass. That doesn't mean I forgot about all the times I heard her screaming some man's name all through the night. That doesn't mean I forget all the times she dressed me up in girl clothes for only God knows what reason. She's been forgiven.

"Ky, listen," Thad said as he leaned in my car through the passenger window. I had just pulled up probably eight seconds ago. "Some honey's want us to roll through tonight. You down?"

I shot an eyebrow up. "Who?"

"Ol' gal right thea' and shorty next to ha'." He nodded his head towards two girls.

They were obviously sisters. Light skinned, full lips, thick hair, nice bodies.

I squinted my eyes as I looked over at him. "What they want us fa'?"

Thad kissed his teeth. "Obviously, they fuckin' and hopefully suckin'." He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

"All you do is think about sex." I pulled my sky blue Nike book bag from the back seat and got out.

"You down or what?" He asked again, completely agitated.

"Which one you got?" I side eyed him.

"The one on the left. Olive." He smirked. "The one on the right is ha' sista', Hazel. That's you."

I hesitated for a minute and he looked at me with hopeful eyes. I sighed.

I nodded my head. "Scoop me lata' boy."

"Coo'." He smiled excitedly, dapping me up and then ran over to them.

I shook my head. Thad is my best friend. We been boys since we were in diapers. He was basically my brother. He was stupid sometimes, but isn't everybody? He's obsessed with some pussy and he'll do anything to get it. Although he obsessed with it, he ain't got too many different ones. He just hit the same females over and over again. He was a damn knuckle head, but he's smart and loyal, definitely down for the ride. He hasn't even told me the names of the females.

Later that night

I looked myself over. I had on a light pink sleeveless shirt that had a black hand gun on the front, white True's, and all white forces with a light pink bottom. I put my gold watch on my left wrist and put on some polo cologne.

Why the fuck was I getting fresh for some bitches I didn't even know? Thad's plan was to clearly fuck and duck. The one flaw in his plan was that we went to school with these broads.