Smoke POV
I don't know what's been up with Liyah and I lately. I miss her like crazy and I ain't never felt this way about a girl. She something special and ion really think my lifestyle would fit hers. She live in a nice crib cuz her parents worked hard for it, all my stuff come from dope. I was raised in the streets, all I know is selling weed. I ain't never cared about nobody feelings but my main family. I wanna call shawty and see if we still rockin or not but I ain't no punk so if she wanna talk she know the number.
Business been real good wit the weed lately I'm bringing in about 50,000 a night. But for me that ain't enough. Pops was bringing in about 150,000 a night. I guess you can see why they wanna kill me and all my people. Lately my pops been in and out of the hospital he ain't doing too good. They say his lungs failing, but I saw this day comin when I was a youngin.
Pops was around weed when my granddaddy was smoking it, then he smoked it so all that smoke was getting in his lungs. No matter how much money we was putting into these hospitals it seem like they giving up on my old man. I don't know what life is going to be like when my dad gone. He got bout 2 more weeks to live and it's hitting me hard. I ain't no soft guy so you not gone hear about me crying.
Later on I plan on going to check on my moms at the hospital but I gotta go check the west side of the city out and see what's up with the business.
Ka'Liyah POV
I'm excited about today, I got the job at McDonald's so now I'll be making some money to support myself because I'm not going back home. My parents are just too much for me right now. I wish I could talk to my daddy but he's busy trying to see what's up with my mom. A phone call would've been nice but whatever. Kyland is supposed to be coming back today so I'll have to pick her up from the airport.
3:00 can't come any faster, I have to talk to her about this Smoke situation. He's been on my mind day and night. This hotel is so lonely and I have no one to talk to so my mind just shifts on him. I would call him but he messed up, not me, so if he wanna talk, he know the number.
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Later on that Day"Omg Sister!!!!! Hey boo I missed you so much" I screamed as I greeted my sister. 2 weeks was way too long and from now on, when she leaves I'm leaving too because I've been under so much stress while she was gone.
She got in with a soggy attitude, when she get mad it's no point in me even attempting to communicate with her. Maybe she'll be okay later on.
As I pulled in to the hotel, this is the first time I'm getting a word in from Kyland. "Why are we at this raggedy hotel? Take me home right now Ka'Liyah I'm not playin. "This place that you call raggedy is where I've been staying for the past couple of days, and you would know that if you wouldn't have got in my car with a nasty attitude." I shot back. A couple of days ago I had a tow truck bring me my Benz so I wouldn't have to rely on uber anymore.
Before she could even speak Kyland was crying underneath her sunglasses. I know what I said didn't make her cry, because she has tough skin so whatever it is has really affected her. "What's wrong? Stop crying Ky, please" I begged and pleaded. Hearing her cry would make me cry considering the fact that she never cries.
"I don't know Ka'Liyah, while I was walking to the store before I left for the airport some guys jumped me. It was literally about 3 guys, one in the front, one behind, and one on the side. They slammed me on the concrete and kicked me in my ribs. Before I could get up they slammed me back down with their feet and told me if I say a word...I die."
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Sacrificing Love for the Drug?
General FictionKa'Liyah Garcia is the ride or die girlfriend of the infamous drug dealer Tré Johnson, always known as "Smoke". She gave up her dream of becoming a doctor for his thuggish lifestyle that he can't seem to let go of. He is sitting on top of millions o...