The story of an 18-year-old girl named Tazara who has faced significant loss in her young life. As she grapples with feelings of powerlessness and indifference while trying to rebuild her life, she crosses paths with Harlem, a street-savvy man deepl...
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I woke up to the sun shining in my face, I rolled over to grab my phone, I opened it up and went to my messages to text the detective back, last night shenanigans replayed in my head. Harlem and Ximena was right, I did just assume and accuse him of this without talking to him, but I was so mad and in my own thoughts I just wanted to leave.
I got up to take care of my hygiene and throw on some comfortable clothes. My mind drifted back off to the conversation while I look myself in the mirror. At the time I was asked about Harlem I wasn't thinking and in my mind, he killed my brother and then got to me to piss him off beyond the grave or to possibly harm me to. Melody did tell me a while back ago to disappear because things were about to get crazy. I don't know what I think anymore, it's too many lies and secrets.
As I was finishing up I heard movement, the girls must have came home last night. I walked in my room to get dressed, scanning through my closet I heard my phone ringing.
Detective Yuma Home
"Hello" I spoke answer the phone
"Hey Tazara, do you have a minute?"
"I do, is this about the text I sent you?" I sat on my bed
"Yeah, we pulled melody in for questioning and she gave up that name. Told us he is the one who set your brother up. Now we have reason to believe she isn't telling the truth, we had no acknowledgment of him at all, he has a few messages with your brother but nothing the gave the impression he was involved in your brothers death" detective Yuma cleared up
She sighed, relief washing over her, she owed her boyfriend an apology, that is if he was still her boyfriend "okay so what now?" She asked
"I wanted to know if you could help me get in touch with this Tank person, maybe he could help with Darnell's case, see if he knows anything"
"I can try" she blurted out "but I make no promises" she added realizing she has to talk to him first. They hung up the phone with each other and Tazara got dressed in cute casual fit. She walked out of her room, in her phone to get an Uber, she figured the girls were sleeping, they were at the hospital all night probably.
She went to grab the door handle but the door had swung open revealing the two faces she thought was already home. She stopped in her tracks shocked and scared, which seized their laughter.
"What happened why you look like that?" Amahle asked shutting the door
"I was on my way— I thought yah was in your rooms, I heard movement a bit ago" they looked at each other and then back at her
"No we just got here, everybody just left the hospital to get freshened up, you heard it in our room?" Ximena asked with knitted eyebrows
