All real in HARLEM

∆chapter 9

Za'Liayah's POV

My heart stopped when I turned around to see Armani on the ground. Everything happened so fast so I couldn't make out the figures that were in the car.

Tears fell down my face as I screamed "Don't just stand there call 911!" As I wiped my tears with my hand I suddenly noticed the blood all over my clothed also all over my hands. I was crying nonstop it was like everything around me didn't matter anymore I was just worried about my baby Armani.

"Ma' what's wrong..why you cryin'?" Armani said looking right into my tear filled eyes.

"Armani! I-I thought you were dead... I thought I was going to lose you!" I broke down as I responded to her.

"It's aight ma', you've been daydreaming since you saw that black BMW drive by." She briefly paused before saying "Don't worry ma' your not going to lose me...I promise."

"W-wait so I was daydreaming the whole time?" I was so confused by the whole situation. I was positive that it really happened. I feel mentally ill...this whole day has me fucked up honestly.

"Yeea baby, it was all in ya' head." She said leaning over to kiss my lips.

"I'll tell ya' one thang this peach cobbler is bombin' though!" I couldn't help but laugh at her stupid ass. I got up and walked over to the counter where Auntie My was and told her we were heading out. But not before giving her one last hug.

As soon as we got into my car, Armani grabs my hand "You aight ma'?"

I look over at her showing her my smile while saying "I was feeling a little bit off today, but you definitely turned me on."

Armani busted out laughing "Ya' ass corny fo' that shit!"

I started laughing with her because she was right ..it was corny but it was funny.

"Ma' I got a question though." Armani said in her thick Harlem accent.

My heart dropped a little when I heard those words come out her mouth. I don't know why but I was scared of what she was about to say.

"Spit it." I finally responded after a second of thinking.

"Uh... you gotta work on Monday right?" She said looking over at me as we came to a red light.

"Yeah..why?" I scrunched up my eyebrows in confusion.

"You off on Friday or you gotta work?" She said keeping her eyes on the road.

"Yes baby, why are you interrogating me right now?" I laughed a little. Is Armani being suspicious .. or is it just me?

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Armani's POV:

I was currently in the comfort of my own home. Za'Liayah went back to ha' place since it was late as hell when we got back from ha' Aunt My's lil' bakery or sum shit.
Exhaling the smoke from my blunt, I grabbed my Iphone so I could call Talik to see wassup wit' him and ole' girl fake ass. I was about to click on his name when I heard a loud ass knock on my door that sounded like the feds. I got up to get the door but when I opened it...I regretted it.

"Bruh.. what the fuck yo ass want!"

"I just want to talk."

"Ohh.. you see that funny after 8 years you want to 'talk'? Fuck outta here with that shit!"

"Please just listen to me... I need your help..!"

"I don't give a fuck what you need! Remember those words when I was the one who need you?"

"Armani... please just listen to me ... please!"

"Bruh get the fuck off my porch! I already told ya' Idon't want to talk to ya ass!"

"Armani I'm begging you....I know I'm 6 years late but I know who killed yo' motha'!"

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