An Urban Story: The American Dream 1

Chapter XI: Taken.

KENNETH

"She's still your future baby mama, and at one point she was the love of your damn life..you can't just keep treating her like dog shit." Rodrick said. We was high as a kite, and that was the only time he made sense. 

"She played me. The fuck you mean? I'm here keeping it trill with her ass and she been fuckin' with that nigga Rocko all along." I kissed my teeth.

"Yeah, but you don't know her reasons you didn't even give her a chance to explain. You got your head so far up your own ass you ain't worried about her. She the one who got shot, raped and now she knocked up..I'd kill my damn self if I was her." Landon chimed in. 

"I can't deal with this shit." I sighed. 

"Niether can she, but it's better if she doesn't have to do it all by her self." Rodrick commented. I was getting annoyed. Since when did they turn into Oprah and Dr. Phil. I guess that's why their my boys, they never told me what I wanted to hear, but they always told me what I needed to hear. 

"So you gunna go talk to her?" Landon asked.

"Like she's a human..." Rodrick added.

"I guess so." I sighed as I got up. I headed over to the loft, and walked in. Nyla was sitting in front of the big mirror doing yoga.  She saw me but she didn't say a word. She still looked pretty small, but it was more obvious that she was pregnant now. 

"Hey." I said as I sat on a chair next to her.

"Hi." She said as she continued stretching. 

"I just wanted to say that I apologize. I shouldn't have hit you and I shouldn't have spoken to you the way I did." I vented. It was difficult for me to apologize and I was praying she didnt make it any harder for me. She was silent for a while.

"I appreciate that and I forgive you." She finally said. "I guess I have to apologize too. I know you feel like I played you, but to be honest, I was just looking out for me. I didn't want to make you feel betrayed, I just lied so you wouldn't find out." She continued. 

"It's alright, it's in the past now. I'ma have a hard time letting that shit go. I don't feel like I can completely trust you." I vented. 

"Don't worry. I'll prove that you can trust me." She smirked. 

NYLA

It felt good that there was no tension between Kenneth and I. I mean, it's still kinda awkward but at least he's not being rude anymore. 

"You wanna watch a movie?" I asked him.

"Sure." He said as he helped me up off the floor and sat on the couch with me. I turned on Netflix and found some weird unknown movie. I cuddled next to him as we watched, he smelt like weed and calogne but I didn't mind. 

"So what happened to you?" He asked me.

"What do you mean?" I questioned. 

"I mean when you got...violated...what happened?" He said reluctantly.

"Basically, Lorenzo was just harrassing me, he put a gun to my head so I complied and did whatever he wanted. He took me somewhere far and you know..did what he wanted to me and then I don't know what really happened after that." I explained frankly.

"Rocko's Lorenzo right?" He asked as I saw his jaw tighten.

"Don't worry about it babe." I said quietly.