Until The End of Time: The Prequel

3. In My Feelings

Kyan

"Man, I feel like shit." Thad mumbled as I tossed the basketball in the goal.

"About what?" I replied absentmindedly and he kissed his teeth. "Ohhhhh, about lil ma'? Yeah, you should. You definitely an asshole for that one."

He shot me a cold stare and I shrugged my shoulders. The truth is the truth and it hurts sometimes. He was wrong for popping off at the mouth to our boys and practically the whole world on Twitter. To add on to it, he lied about half the stuff he said. He know he was scared shitless when Hazel confronted him, he was also humiliated and embarrassed.

"She ain't been to school in like two months." Thad mumbled, running his hand through his hair.

"Nigga, it's been like two and a half weeks. If you really feelin' that bad, just say sorry." I shrugged.

"It ain't that easy. Half the school wanna kill me, Hazel probably won't let me go near ha', and Olive won't forgive me. She may be shy and sweet, but the girl is unapologetic."

I blew out a deep breath and looked at him. "You fucked." He groaned and I laughed. "You neva' know man. It might work, you just have to try."

"Kyan Jacob Michellie!" My mother screamed from the screen door of our house. I walked up to the door and held it open.

"Wassup Kiya?" I chuckled.

"Do the damn dishes!" She yelled back.

"Didn't use them, ain't cleanin' them." I yelled back nonchalantly. I heard her feet padding through the house, quickly and loudly. She appeared in front of me, poking my chest as she talked.

"Then you better get the fuck out of my house. I'm tired of you actin' like you grown and you can't do a damn thing for yourself. You need to start respectin' me or get the hell out, you selfish little boy."

I started laughing. I laughed so hard that I had to hold my stomach. "I'm out then."

"W-what?" She stuttered and took a step back. I walked towards her, dropping the basketball at my feet.

"You callin' me a lil boy, but who been puttin' food in the refrigerator? Who been keepin' the lights, the water, and the electricity on? Who been doin' that for eight fuckin' months, Kiya? Huh?" I yelled. "The dishes in the sink are from you tryin' to be fancy for these no good ass men who only want you 'cause you sellin' yo' fuckin' body! Tryin' to impress them and usin' all the dishes. When was the last time you cooked shit for me? I use plastic and styrofoam. The damn dishes in the sink belong to you and the fuckers you fuck for money to do God knows what, but it ain't take care of me. How dare you call me a little boy!" I started chuckling again. "And I said, I'm out. The movers will be here tomorrow for my shit."

I walked away, and in my room. I grabbed my duffle bag and stuffed all of my necessary things that I need until tomorrow in it, then walked back outside.

Thad looked up at me and opened his mouth to speak. I held up a finger. "Don't. You ridin' or not?"

He nodded as I threw my bags in the backseat, got in, and blasted the music. Kevin Gates In My Feelings started to play and I gripped the steering wheel as I drove.

I couldn't stand Kiya. She doesn't take a moment to realize I pull all of my weight for her dumb ass. She doesn't even appreciate the shit that I do, nor does she even notice. Every since I was little, she was always doing this shit. That's one reason why I sell drugs now. I could get whatever the fuck I wanted, when I wanted it, and I didn't owe her shit. She didn't get a cut of shit because she doesn't do shit for me. The way I see it, she was a surrogate mother, and my real parents ran off somewhere and forgot somebody was having they baby.