Young

Chapter Six

I was waiting in my room. I know what tattoos I want. But I didn't know what clothes to wear. I don't think it matters but I wanna be cute for Don. If he notices it.
I put on a Tshirt and jeans. Then I changed it to a dress. Khaleed came in. "Wtf are you doing?" He asked.
"Why are you in my room?"
"What are you doing? Where you think you're going?"
"Mind ya business." I replied going back into my closet.
"Yeah whatever. You know Don downstairs?" I walked out the closet to look at him. I had on a pair of shorts on and a Tshirt. "yo where tf are you going dressed like that?"
"Why is your friend downstairs?" I asked as I put on shoes.
"Yo I don't know what you lying for but, I think you know why Don's downstairs. Where y'all going? Is this why you dressed like that?"
"No." I said grabbing my perfume spraying some on me. "I'm going out with Megan."
"That's a lie. Megan is in Florida."
I looked at him. "I would know where my bestfriend is at. And she is at home waiting for me." I lied.
"Mm hmm." he said walking out my room.
I grabbed my wallet and walked downstairs. Don looked up at me as Khaleed was talking to him. I walked out the front door. I stood by his car for a good minute before he came outside. He smiled ."you ready?" He asked opening my door for me.
"Yeah. Kinda scared that it'll hurt."
"Don't worry. It'll only feel like you're being scratched. For the whole time."
"Oh." I said as he closed the door. I saw Khaleed at the front door. Don looked at him. I heard them talking. But I couldn't make out the sounds. The windows were up and the door was closed. I didn't want to open it so they would stop talking. So I just sat there. Khaleed looked mad while Don was just as mad. Don got in the car.
"Everything ok?" I asked.
"Yes. You know what. Why does it matter to you?" He snapped.
It all reminded me if me and Melvin earlier. I sighed and looked out the window. He started the car. He didn't move yet. I looked at him. He looked regretful. "Sorry I snapped at you. You know with the business I have with your brother someone stole from us."
"What type of business do y'all do?" I asked sounding like a child. "Oh maybe it isn't my business. Well if you want to take of it-"
"No." he pulled out the driveway. "I rather do what I promised you. And we.... sell drugs." he said quickly.
I looked at him. "Y'all what?"
"We sell drugs." he said more confidently.
"What kind?" My inner child came out again.
"What kind of question is that?" He said laughing.
"A question my inner self would like to know." I said as he turned a corner really fast that made me fall into his lap. I wasn't strapped up.
He laughed. "You good?" He asked as sat down and strapped up.
"Yeah." I blushed.
"But we sell mainly weed. Your inner child happy now?"
"I guess." I said smiling ear to ear.
"Maybe I should've told you that."
"Why?"
He turned another corner. But I didn't fall in his lap.
"Because your brother told me that you never keep secrets."
I looked at him. "Now that's a lie. That's why his child being raised by my mother now."
Don slammed on the brakes. "Kaapro is his son?"
"I've said too much." I said as he started driving again.
"I knew little n!gga looked like him. Where's his mama? But who is his mama?"
"His mama... is .. dead."
He looked at me. "Died during birth?"
"Yeah."
"Who was his mother?" He asked tightening his jaw.
"His mother was -"
"Diana wasn't it?"
I looked at him. "I said too much."
"It was Diana. My boy cheated with my girl. Damn. I'm really stupid." He did a u turn. "I can't believe that sh!t!" He yelled making me feel scared. I slouched down in my chair.
He looked at me. "When did they do it?" He starts speeding.
"Before y'all got together. I swear." I replied quietly.
"How am I supposed to believe that? L" he asked still yelling.
"She was a month pregnant when y'all got together. I had the records."
He started to slow down. "Look I'm sorry for yelling. Ok."
I nodded. He did a u turn again. "Look we'll go get your tattoo." he said never looking at me.
We drove to the tattoo parlor in silence. I got out the car and walked inside. I saw this man with a lot of tattoos. He looked up as Don came in. "Wassup Don?" He asked standing up. "It's time time to color it it yet."
"Nah I'm here to get lil thang tatted." He said looking at me.
The man with the tattoos looked at me. "Hey my name is Charles but everybody calls me Arles."
I looked at him. "My name is Kayla."
"So what you want on you permanently?" He asked pulling out a binder.
"I want blessed on my forearm." I said pulling up my sleeve.
Arles put the book down. "Alright let's do this."

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