I went to the mirror to look at myself one more time before I hed out. Damn I look good. Finally got my hair done yesterday, makeup fye as fuck, and my outfit cute. I got a text from my bro T(Tee). Well he's not blood related, but he been there for me like a brother ever since my older brother Marcus was killed.
•Text Convo•
Bro😈💉: kya get yo black ass outside 😐I'm in front
Me: I'm comin damn💢
•End of text convo•
I walked out of my bedroom and locked my door behind me. Right as I was about to walk out the front door my mom called me."Nakya I needa talk to you", she said
"Ma I gotta go, I got somebody waitin' for me outside, so I'm pretty sure it can wait", I replied
It's been hard for me and my mom to get along after my dad got life in prison for murder a year nd a half ago, and my brother getting shot and killed due to gang violence 9 months ago. My name Nakya but I go by kya. My dad was a hardcore Mexican man and my mom a tiny black woman. I'm 19 years old and live in the heart of the hood. The hood neva sleeps. Got cold blooded pimps, prostitute's, and murders walkin and ridin up and down these streets looking for their next victim. And then there's the people who just trynna make it big and move away from this place. That aint me though and never will. The streets is where I belong. My momma walk around looking drained. All she does is stay home and stare at the TV screen. She doesn't work. She doesn't smile. She doesn't clean. I'm the one gettin the money in this house, and supporting us. I dropped out of high school in my senior year and decided to depend on the dope business, and my brother for money. He got my back. So she has some nerve trying to talk to me right now when I'm about to go get this money to pay the rent."No It can't wait. Nakya, i don't want you in these damn streets. I don't want to lose you like I did with your brother and father. Nakya go back to school and get yo education. I want you to get a real job. I know what your doing out there in them streets. I don't want you part of that bulls-", she said before I cut her short
"Ma get out of my damn face with all that. I'm the one keeping this household straight as possible right now, so you can shut that shit down right now", I said raising my voice a little.
Before she could reply I heard a car horn from outside. I knew that was T's inpatient ass so I bounced. I ran out the house leaving my mom standing in the torn up living room. I walked down the side walk, opened the car door, and hopped in. Time to get to work.
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The Hood Love
Teen FictionThis is a heartbreaking, twisted, and romantic story about 19 year old Nakya. Once Nakya Wilton meets a local thug Damarcus. she realizes she maybe in love. Will the hood love do Nakya good or will it destroy her life?