Echoes of Betrayal follows Koria, a young woman struggling with the pain of betrayal and loss. As hidden truths come to light, she's forced to face the reality of the people she once trusted. Koria must decide how far she's willing to go to find jus...
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Koria : core-ree-uh ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
The lights were dimmed and the lecture room was quiet. So quiet that I could hear the professor's conversation outside the door. I put my focus back on the exam and jotted down my answers.
The time flew by, there were only 30 minutes left of the session and I still had 20 unanswered questions. I was taking my exit exam for a sociology class I was taking this semester.
My phone vibrated in my pocket but I let it be. It began to go off nonstop so I discreetly shut it off. There was so much going on in my life right now but I made sure to put school first because this was my way out.
A piece of paper was slid under the table. I looked around before picking it up.
harlo texted she's got an emergency and needs u asap cous
I turned around, my cousin Manny nodded towards the door and I scoffed. I quickly ran through the final questions I had and left the class, leaving my exam on the desk.
Where the fuck are you and why's your phone off?
My mom's thick accent yelled in my ear. I huffed having a heated conversation with her. The way I hated yet loved my mother was so annoying and detrimental to my wellbeing. It's like if I could I would kill her but she's my mom.
I had a meltdown on my drive home. I was tired of having to do this shit, this street shit. Never was this supposed to be my life I knew that from the beginning, but I was forced and trained at a young age. Everyday I'm getting deeper and deeper into this shit without a choice.
My dad died when I was 10, which left my mom everything. His business, his power, his money... me. I was the only child, my dad kept me out of his second life he would tell me that it wasn't for me and promised one day he'd get away from it because it wasn't for him anymore either.
I just wished that day came sooner than later. Me and mom drifted apart almost immediately after his death. She's just always blamed me and I never understood why. It irritated me because I knew I didn't do a damn thing, but when she says shit like that it always makes me question myself.
Maybe she's right, I probably shouldn't have texted him that night. I was young and upset and needed my daddy, but how was I supposed to know what went down would.
The door to my Lexus was swung open and I was snatched out the car. "Get the fuck off me Ty" I pushed him, my heart beating out of my chest. He mocked me jerking me towards the house. It took everything in me to not fight back but I let it go and rolled my eyes stomping inside. "Koria!" My mom shouted.
