This story is about a girl named LaDasha, but everybody called her LaLa. She is a plus sized girl, in high school as senior and 17 years of age. She has one friend named Sha. LaDasha mom hates her. The mom regret having her and make it known by doin...
"God gives the biggest battles, to his strongest soldiers." ~Unknown
LaLa POV
Yooooo, what went down at Bojanles was brazy brazy. To think that I was falling Marcus ass makes me cringe, but really hurt the most was Sha thot ass. She knows first hand what cheating do to people. On top of that, she was saying all this raw-raw about me getting a man and trying to set me up with Marcus, but she was sleeping with him. Like what type of friend gives their leftovers or somebody that screwing around with to their friend. The mere fact she did means she wasn't a true friend for the get go.
Me being me, I always think that there's good in all people, but right now I just don't know. Ever since what happened to Sha about four years ago, she hasn't been the same since. She went from bad to worse. It's not my business to tell, so I'll keep it to myself.
At the moment we are heading to King's house so he can get some clothes and other personal items so he can stay at my house. I can't leave him by himself because I'm scared he might do self-harm or something that make matters worse. He kept saying no he is fine, but I know my best friend, so he is coming with me.King has been silent the whole ride. I wish I could take the pain away, but in God's time he will heal and God will send somebody that will be right for him. Some people want it on their timing, but I believe in the saying "He may not come when you want him, but he right on time." Sometimes we find ourselves in situations that could have been avoided, but we act on self and self always get another outcome.
"Best friend is you good," I asked. I didn't get a response. "Best friend talk to me," I stated. Still, nothing was uttered from his lips. I just gave up knowing he will talk to me on his own time. We were at a stoplight and something caught my eye in the side mirror. It was just a black van and two men in there. One of them was staring me down. I was creeped out, but the light turned green so I just pushed it to the back of my mind.
After another 15 minutes, we pulled up to King's home. We both live in a gated community with pretty decent sized homes. Fancy, but not mansion fancy if you get what I'm saying. He lived four blocks down from my house. Anyways, King went inside the house to handle what he has to handle and also grab his stuff. While he was doing that, I plugged in my earbuds, listening to Etta James At Last and reading Black Boy by Richard Wright on my kindle cloud reader that I downloaded on my phone. Black Boy is a book that I'm required to read over summer for AP Lit this upcoming school. Yes, your girl is smart. To be honest I am committing suicide because I'm taking all honors and AP classes this year. My schedule is AP Calculus, Chemistry 2 Honor 1st Semester and AP Chemistry 2nd semester, AP lit, and AP U.S. History (A/N y'all this is legit my schedule this coming year except AP Cal is Algebra 2 Honors. How SWAY!!🙄). I have all my other credits so I'm just taking needed courses. The good thing is, I have early dismal because all AP and honor classes are in the morning.
I was in my zone when I noticed that same black van moving slowly down the road. Something wasn't sitting right with me at all. I needed to get in this house before something goes down. I can't go back to that hospital again, I can't. Just as I was opening the door. I felt something metal in the back of my head.
"Make any sudden movements and I won't hesitate to splatter your brains in this car. Won't faze me none because you have to die one way or the other."
King POV
I was inside the house blowing off some steam, lighting me up a Black & Mild. I don't know where to go from and on top of that I feel bad that I'm pushing my best friend away all at the same time. She's been rocking with me since the day she popped on this earth. See I'm two years and some change older than her. I was two when she was born. She was the best thing that came into my life.
I was walked around the house and everything in here reminded me of Satan's daughter. She had put her touch on every aspect of this house. I told her she could because we bought the house together. Let me phrase that, I paid for it with my money and we both moved into the house together. So I won't be reminded of her I might put this house up for sale and get my money. I would just move in with LaLa since she already wants to keep an eye on me.
So I wouldn't breakdown, I made a beeline towards "the room". I just shudder thinking, she could have brought his ass into the bed, I laid my head down on every night. That's some foul shit to disrespect a person's bed like that. Doesn't matter if half the bed is yours, it is still foul because who knows if she changed the sheets. Just thinking about that made me hurry up and get my stuff.
As I was putting my stuff in my bags, I got this bad feeling in my stomach. At first, I just shook it off, but it kept coming back. Something said to check up on La. I left to go to the front door. As opened the door, I heard tires screeching and saw a black van with no license plate pull off from in front of my house. I looked at my car and noticed the driver's and the passenger's door open with no LaLa.
I had to do a double take because I could not believe what just happened. Like can I get a break from something bad happening? LaLa was the only thing I had left and now she is gone. This shit is too much, but for some reason, I feel like this is connected to the shooting that took place at the park. I had to get her back. Dang man I just retired now I gotta go back to work. I'm only going back so I can find LaLa and then I'm back out. Whoever did this will have to pay.
I'm not going back to Marcus bitch nigga ass, I will call in a couple of favors to my homies that worked for me and they can help me. If they didn't do for me, they would do it for LaLa because they counted her as their little sister.
I sent a mass text to people that were on my former team.
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Lord, I know you said you wouldn't put more on us than we can bear, but this is beginning to be too much for me.
