Struggle

Chapter 10

A/N: So since some readers (Porsha🙄😒) has wanted me to update soon, I have. After this chapter it might be a slight time skip. I know it's early in the book, but I don't care. I want shit to happen already😊.

De' Vonte in the multimedia.

De' Vonte POV

Kayla was crying. I saw that. And I knew it had to be Lettuce and De' Lettuce's fault since she was talking to them once she got in school. But why would she be talking to them?

So since they made her cry, I'm going to go and confront these broads.

"Hey baby." Tasha said once I got up to her, Letter, and De' Letter.

"First of all hoe, I ain't ya' baby. Second," I turned to the twins, "What the fuck did you do to bae?"

They chuckled. "Who?"

Realizing my mistake, I corrected it. "Kayla."

"Oh. Her," De'Lylah said, "We put her in her place."

"And what was her place?" I asked.

"To stay away from you of course." Tasha said even though she wasn't in the conversation.

"But bitch you don't own me. And I don't want you. Broke busted hoes is not my type." I said stale facing her.

"But bitches with dead parents and no potential in life is?" Tasha said.

"She got more potential then yo' STD and HIV lookin' ass does."

"Ewww, Tash you have HIV and STDs? That's so nasty. Like damn, I knew you were a whore, but shit if you getting diseases, you just a straight up thot." Lyah said.

"Well damn." I muttered under my breath.

"Shut up Lyah. I don't have a disease," Then she turned back to me, "How does she have more potential than me? What potential does she have. I mean she's not a virgin and I'm not a Virgin. She's not prettier than me. She doesn't pull niggas. So what potential may she have?" She asked quirking an eyebrow.

"Well for starters, I don't care if she doesn't have her virginity. It's not effecting her personality anyway. And Kayla is beautiful. Her beauty is something that I can't even explain because she's that gorgeous. And so what if she doesn't pull niggas? I won't have to worry about them motha fuckas when I cuff ya ass. And even if she didn't have the potential, she still pulled me." I said and walked away. But I remembered something and stopped dead in my tracks.

"And she not a bitch like you. So next time if you guys eva' make ha' cry again. I'm going to find someone to get y'all bitches."

After that I went to find the girls bathroom. Once I got there I knocked to make sure no one was in the, since I knew Kayla wouldn't talk. After the second of silence I walked in.

"Ma? You in here?" I said.

"Go away." She croaked. Her voice was wavering since she was trying to sound like she wasn't crying.

"You know I'm not gon' do that, so just come out so I can comfort you."

After a moment of silence and sniffling she finally came out. Ha' eyes were all red and puffy, but she still looked beautiful. The moment she came out I indulged her in a big hug.

"Baybeh don't listen to them. They just some mean ole bitches. They don't know when to stay in they lane and just be quiet fa' a moment. They only do this to get a rise outta you and see you crumble to the floor. Them bitches only hurt you because in some way they hurt to. Baybeh, hurt people, people. You lived with them most of ya' life and ya' left shit slide, therefore they asses decided to ice stake. They came fa' you even though you didn't send fa them. But God sent them to you because he wanted to see you build and get stronger. He wouldn't have put them in your life to see you crumble and fall. He put them in your life to see you build." I said.

I don't know where all this deep shit came from, but it sounded great. But I guess it got to Kayla because she was full in sobbing on my chest.

"It's ok, ma. Just cry let it out. Afta this you'll be stronger because your growing."

Kayla's POV

He just didn't understand. Shit like they put me through isn't going to make me stronger. It's going to make me weaker because the things they throw to my face bring me down Everytime. This time I just wanted to stop living. I just wanted everything to stop, everyone to understand, everyone tell feel my pain, and everyone to suffer like I suffer every fucking day.

But it's not going to end hear. I'm going to make something of myself. I'm going to work extra hours and and another job if I need to, to just hurry and leave. I just want to escape it all and run away.

By Prom I want to be gone with my own apartment and makin' my own money. I want to show everyone that even though life had been a struggle, I got through the struggle.

A/N: So I know this was a short chapter, but it's only short because I want the juicy shit to come in for the next chapter. I have so many ideas as to what I'm going to do, but don't worry it's going to be good.

As for updating I would expect one until Friday because I will be out of town and I will be busy. I just wanted to update before I leave, so here it is.

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