Text: Quan
Me: Police question mama about you. Got 48 hours to call for a questioning before they put a warrant on you.
Quan: Tf Taj? What's going on?
Me: All I know is there was a shooting outside the apartments today and mama came in looking for you. Call em Quan.
Quan: Nah fuck that, ian got nun to do with it.
Me: Quan call em bro. Please, Ill go with you. If you don't call they really gone think you had something. Just make sure ya pockets clean.
I hate my brother so hard headed.
Why would you not go up there and just talk to em? Why would you make em come looking for you?
Boys so damn stupid.
"Taj can I tell you something?"
The fear in Lays voice made me actually pay attention to her.
I sat my phone on the arm of the couch and turned myself towards her.
"What's up?"
She sat there playing with her fingers before she stood up and walked to our room.
I followed suit eager to find out what's going on.
She shut the bedroom door and sat on her bed.
"I have a cell phone."
I rolled my eyes.
"Okay? Me too. See?"
I held my phone up and look at Laysia like she stupid.
"It was bought for me though."
Losing my patience I hopped up on our dresser and crossed my feet.
"By who? Quan? Trell? I know Mon didn't get it, that nigga ain't got no money."
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What Doesn't Kill Me...
General Fiction19 year old Tajanae has been in and out of trouble since her younger years. She has a drug dealing brother who has no respect for anyone and will protect her with no regret. Her mother and stepdad try their hardest to keep her step brother and siste...
