We moved back to the bookstore for lockdown. It felt safer than home — and that said everything.
Raquel sat alone between the shelves, hugging her knees.
I sat beside her.
"You okay?" I asked.
"No," she whispered.
"But I ain't breaking."
She leaned on my shoulder.
"He killed my mama.
He ruined Slice's life.
He wants to erase me."
Her voice lowered to a deadly whisper.
"So I'ma erase him first."
I didn't argue.
Sometimes the truth is violence.
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Deju're
Non-FictionDeju're is a want for nothing Oakland,Ca kid that was raised by a female drug lord which is his mother Déjà who has been raised in the Oakland hills all her life. he goes to fresno,Ca to visit his cousin and things start to unravel about his dads mu...
