Love & War (COMPLETED)

Bringing Me Home

Monica-

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home;
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin' for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan,
And WHAT did I see,
Comin' for to carry me home,
A band of angels comin' after me, Comin' for to carry me home.



If you get there before I do, Comin' for to carry me home, Tell all my friends I'm comin' too, Comin' for to carry me home.

"Dear lord, we are here today in the memory of the late Elizabeth Jones...she was respected...."

I was crying when they started singing.

Seeing my grandmother's casket being brought in...Man nobody know's trust me.

I was sitting in the front row, with Aunt Renae, Uncle Sean, and Kendra.

Aunt Renae has dark black sunglasses that she used to cover her tears. She held her head down throughout the service. Uncle Sean  had his head up but tears were running down his face. I guess he was trynna be strong. Kendra smh, she was picking off her nailpolish off her nails and rolling her eyes throughout the service.

Disrespectful Bitch.

After they buried her. I glanced behind me to see a young woman dressed in black. But she looked too familar.

She was tall, had long hair. I couldnt really see her eyes because she was wearing sunglasses. When she caught me looking she put her head down quick and moved quickly.

I was confused.

M O N D A Y --

Its been a week since my grandma's funeral. Im healing, but slowly. I was officially going back to school and I'd have to see him. Yes HIM. Brandon.

I got up and hopped into the shower. I got out and brushed my teeth.

I got dressed and put on some sweat pants and a tank top. I dont care how I look at this point, fuck what other's think.

I put on my nike's and headed out the door.

* 2O Minutes later*

I parked, and picked up my bag and came out my car. I locked my door's  and started walking towards the entrance.

When I entered, I heard shit get quiet, and people started looking at me.

I kissed my teeth, and continued walking to my locker.

When I got there, I saw Brandon.

I sighed deeply and pushed past him.

"Monica can we talk?"

"What is there to talk about Brandon ?" I said as I began putting in my combination

"Why you been avoiding me?" He said as he moved closer to me.

"Just leave me alone." I said as I pulled out my binder.

"Monica!" He said as he touched my shoulder.

"DONT. FUCKIN. TOUCH . ME !" I yelled causing some attention.

"WHATS YOUR PROBLEM?" He said as he screwed up his face.

"Fuck off." I said as I locked my locker and speed walking.

I was so mad and frustrated I wasnt paying attention to anyone else.

I was about to make a left hand turn when I bumped into someone, causing my books to fall to the ground.

"REALLY? WATC-....where you're um..g-going." When I looked up it was Marlon.

"Sorry ma." He said as he helped me up and picked up my books.

I nodded my head, as he handed me my books.

"It's iight"

"True" He said as he smiled and put his hands into his pocket.

"Well I guess ima go" I said as I turned around and started walking.

"Wait Monica, can I get your number?" He said as I began walking.

I paused and smiled lightly.

"Ugh yea.." I said as we exchanged phones.

"Thanks.." He said as he smiled.

"Yea..I'll see you" I said as I turned around

"Get to class !"

I shook my head, as I began walking to class.

When I entered. I saw Kendra by Brandon's desk, tryna flirt with him. Which to me was odd.

Werent you the same one, complaining about your "rapist"?

I DONT UNDERSTAND.

Brandon seemed so uninterested. When he saw me walk in the class, his eyes stayed  glued onto me.

I sat down as I took my pencil out and copied down the note on the overhead.

*A F T E R    S C H O O L*

As soon as the bell rung, I was out there. Aint got no time for these wack ass hoes, and thristy ass niggas.

I got into my car, and put on French Montana's new album on.

"Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Ridin' round with that work, strapped up with that Nina (got to)
Bad bitches with me, molly and Aquifina
Money don't mean nothing, niggas don't feel you when they see you
My whole 'hood love me, but naan nigga wanna touch me
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'"

Lol I laughed as I drove and sung along.

When I got home, I took my time going up the stairs on the porch. When I saw unfamilar shoes.

I brushed it off, and walked in anyways.

I began hearing Renae and another woman arguing.

"Cali you have no SAY, YOU JUST GOT OF JAIL FOR MURDER..YOU HAVE NO SAY"

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