Young

Chapter Ten

I walked into my room after the whole situation with Melvin and Don. I fell into my bed. I felt my eyes swelling up with tears. I was angry. Hurt. Upset.

I heard someone knocking on my door. I didn't bother to look up. I felt the person sit in my bed. Then they sighed. I felt their hands on my back. "Kayla." I heard Khaleed say.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked. With my face still down in the bed.

"I wanted to tell you that everything will be alright."

I looked at him. "How will everything be alright if I was shot at and Don was hit? Huh? How will everything be alright when Melvin laid dead right in front of me? Huh? I don't know if this is one of the things you see on a regular basis since you or what you do, but this is all new to me. I could've died." I said all in one breath.

Khaleed looked at me "I know this is all new to you. But it'll get better."

"Yeah right. Do you know what it was like seeing him dead? The blood all over the ground."

"KAYLA! That was my first time seeing someone dead. Ok? Damn."

I looked at him. Don is my best friend. Just to see him hurt, hurt me. I promised I would protect him ever since I met him when we were younger. He never ha anyone to look after him." Khaleed said.

"How come?" I said sitting up.

"He was in foster care his whole life. His mother did drugs so he was a crack baby. His father was in jail his whole life.. So they sent him away."

"Oh I didn't know." I mumbled.

"Yeah. No one knew." he said sighing.

We sat there in my room quiet for a couple a minutes before my mother came in the room and looked at me. "A detective is here to speak to you." she said. I looked into her eyes. They were bloodshot red. I got up but Khaleed held onto my wrist. I looked at him.

"I swear Kayla. Everything will be fine." He let go of my wrist and I walked out the room.

I sat down across from the detective. He looked at me. "I know that Don didn't shoot him but I still need to hear your side of the story." he said opening up a notepad.

"Well.... Don came to the car just before Melvin tried to hurt me."

"Melvin tried to hurt you?"

"Yes. He was mad at me and tried to hurt me. But Don threw a rock at his car and got me out. We tried to run away but Melvin stopped us."

"How?"

"He stopped in front of us with a gun in his hand."

"Did you know that he had a gun in his hands?"

"Yes. I knew it when he took it out in the car."

"That's very interesting. What else happened?"

"Well when Don tried to get him to put the gun down, he put the phone up and put it towards my head. He shot it but Don blocked it. Which caused him to be shot in the shou-" I was cut off by the sounds of someone bursting through the front door.

"What happened to my son?" I heard Megan and Melvin's father came in. I turned around to look at him. He looked angry. "It was you wasn't it? It was all your fault. You stupid slut."

I looked at the detective. He got up trying to handle their father. I saw Megan come in.

"Why would you do this?" she asked tears running down her face.

"I didn't do anything."

"Yes you did. It's your fault that my brother is dead."

"No its not. I didn't make him die."

"Yes you did."

"He pulled out a gun on me!"

"That doesn't mean anything."

"He shot at me."

"No he didn't."

"I don't want to argue with you. You're my best friend."

"Correction was your best friend."

"Megan don't say that. You don't mean it." I said walking towards her. Her father was still trying to lunge at me.

"I do mean it. I mean all of it. There's nothing you could do that would make us friends again."  She walked out the house.

Her father finally got out of the grip of the detective and lunged at me. He punched me and I screamed. The detective got him off of me. My nose was bleeding. Khaleed came downstairs. My mother was behind him. She got some paper towels.

I was on the floor crying uncontrollably. Khaleed cleaned my face off. Police officers came inside the house and put Megan's father in handcuffs. My mother was rubbing my back. A emt came in trying to help me.

At that moment I knew that my whole life has changed. And there was nothing I could do about it.