I Dare You (Interracial Love Story: bwwm)

Chapter 7: Myra

WARNGING:

This chapter gets pretty disturbing so if you can't handle it don't read

Myra POV:

When the last of my tears fell I felt completely drained. Not the kind of drained where after a good night sleep you feel refreshed and ready to start the new day but the kind of drained that makes you want to end it all. I mean I have always contemplated the thought of suicide, but I never in a million years guessed I would make that thought into an action. It is just that being in the presence of my father's killer made me want to just end it. All the pain, heartbreak, misery. All of it. I mean I have always felt like that but I never had the balls to actually end it ...until now. If Drew wouldn't have came you best believe I would have jumped. Then I could be-

" MYRA! Sweetheart, I have been calling your name. You just spaced out. Are you ok?"

" Don't call me sweetheart and I am fine." With that I started to walk away. Where to? I don't know. I mean I could always go to a shelter but I couldn't stay there for long since I am not 18. I guess the only option really is to go back home. Believe me the last thing I want to do is go back to that hell hole but I really don't have a choice. Sooner or later Money is going to come looking for me and that is never a good thing because Money is a busy man and if he takes time out of his busy schedule to come look for you will let's just say it wouldn't be pretty when he finds you. See how I said when because he will find you.

" Wait." He ran up to me." Where are you going?"

" Home."

" What?! You are seriously going to go home after all this! After things you have told me! No I am not letting you.

"I have to. You don't want Money capable of. Hell I don't even know what he is capable of. But from the bits and piece that I do know is that there is no escaping Money and his crew. You might not see them but there always there.

" I don't give a DAMN about that pimp and his thugs. They don't fucking scary me."

I laughed at how naïve and stupid he was behaving.

" You should, Drew. Imagine the gang bangers you've seen in movie and multiply it by 20. This isn't a game Drew. Once you declare war with the devil only death can end it and even then it never really stops."

" What do you mean war? All I am asking is that you don't go back."

"But that's thing. When I don't go back Money will see that as a sign of disrespect and ungratefulness and that's when the war begins. Are really ready to die for me? A girl you only started to talking to two days ago."

Silence.

" That's what I thought."

"Wait, we can get the police involved But your aren't going."He spoke up

Now I am starting to get pissed of.

" YES I AM. Ok let's say we do call the police. The police in this town don't gave damn about gang bangers and thugs in the black community even if they did its going to take more than a police report and a restraining order to stop this man like I said before death is the only way out.. If that's not a good enough reason then let's pretend Money isn't as powerful and dangerous as I did described. Where do you suppose I go? With you and your murdering father? Fuck no. It might not be ideal but this is the life I live and for the safety of everyone I need to go home and you have no right to tell me I can't do so."

An awkward silence appeared when neither of us decided to say anything. Then Drew finally spoke up.

" Ok...Ok. Your right I have no right to ask you to do something like that I am sorry. I just want you to be safe." He said in a hushed tone.