One Step Closer

OSC/ Thirty

This is it- the end of the journey for Alonzo & Criss. As most of you may know by now, I'm not really big on sequels, so there will be no "part two" to this tale, or a spin-off, for that matter. I really enjoyed writing this tale, because some of it was based off personal life experiences(directly/indirectly). Thanks to the many fans and readers who gave this story a chance...I hope you stick around to read my other works as well.

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One Step Closer/ Thirty

ONE MONTH LATER…

                               Alonzo handed a box to Cam, who put it inside the U-Haul truck. The guy who sold Alonzo the gun walked up. “You movin, homie?”

                               “Not everything,” said Alonzo. I’m just takin clothes, dishes, my TV and stuff and my daughter’s toys. If you want any piece of furniture in there, you can have it,”

                              “Damn, man…thanks. You doin this lil girl a favor, by movin out of here. I seent you talk to yo lil cute girlfriend…aint seen her since it rained that other weekend, a month ago,” said the dude.

                              Cam walked to the edge of the truck. “Is that it, Lonzo?”

                              “Yeah…that’s it,” answered Alonzo. “You know, I never did get your name…all this time we’ve been talkin, and I don’t even know who you are,”

                               “My name is Tyriq,” he said. “My boys call me Riq. I got kids just like you…after a while, me and my old lady got it right. While it’s bad that you and yo child’s mama didn’t, at least you found someone that cares about you and her,”

                               “Yeah man…I’m hopin her mom gets better. I’d like her to spend time with her daughter eventually,” said Alonzo. Tyriq nodded his head. “I agree with you, but you know how that sayin goes- ‘you can’t force someone to change…they only gonna change when they are ready’,”

                               “True that,” agreed Alonzo.

                              “See now, you were ready for a change…that’s when I started seein that cute lil girlfriend of yours. I’m glad you made that change…didn’t let life pass you by, waitin on her mother to try and catch up,” preached Tyriq. “Now she’s gonna be the one missin out…on her daughter growin up, and on what you could’ve given her. That’s her fault, not yours,”

                            Alonzo gave Tyriq daps. “Thanks, my man…you had a nigga’s back, forreal. Thanks for watchin out for me and my daughter,”

                             “No biggie,” said Tyriq. “You take care of yoself, and that lil girl for me,”- he walked away as Alonzo’s parents arrived. His father looked at the truck. “Don’t worry about the furniture son. Whatever furniture that we don’t give away, we’ll throw it out,”

                             “So…you have everything you need?” asked his mother, as she walked to him. Alonzo nodded. “I’m good,”

                             “If you need to talk, or wanna talk, call me,” she said. His father walked up, placing a hand on her. “Call your mother. She’s worried because this is the first time her baby boy is gonna be so far away from her,”