Who Can We Trust?

Chapter 1 Is She Really Innocent?

Leah

It had been two weeks since my sexcapades with M. I thought It would be hard for me to go without speaking to him, because that's how it always was in the past. I would miss my boyfriend or partner at the time anytime we were apart after sex. I would get attached, but not with M. Maybe it was because I didn't even know his government. And I honestly didn't care for him that much as a person either. I was use to dating gentlemen, respectable men who came from good homes, M. Was a straight hoodrat, no morals, and no manners.... But someone how, I found him attractive.

I pulled into the Marathon gas station, on Crenshaw yet again, filling up my tank before an evening trip to the library. I also needed to go and look at their scholarship book to start filling some out. I wanted to go to college more than anything, and due to my parents income, I knew I wouldn't get much money.

As I got out of the car to pump my gas, I noticed some guys on the corner, shooting dice and yelling loud. I rolled my eyes as I pumped the gas.

"You need some help?" M startled me, I had a mini heart attack, I quickly regained my composure.

"Nigga you scared me!" I punched him playfully. He started cracking up, that sexy ass smile of his had my heart jumping and my center tingling.

"I'm sorry, Babygirl." He spoke with that charm he had. I cracked a smile as I finished pumping the gas and quickly used some hand sanitizer. "So wassup? You been MIA and shit... I thought you woulda tried to hit me up through Leilani or somethin..."

"I wasn't really interested." I played hard to get. He pushed me up against my car, forcefully,but not in a hurtful kind of way. I giggled as he pulled me real close to him so that he was breathing on my neck.

"I know you don't mean that shit Leah." He spoke into my neck, his words were warm and I felt shivers up my spine, he sucked on my neck gently, I closed my eyes and almost instinctively parted my legs. I breathed lightly and small moan escaped my lips. He pulled away in a teasing manner. He had the biggest, kool aid smile on his face.

"I really hate you for that." I rolled my eyes.

"For makin you, feel good?" He spoke in a deep, sexy tone. I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up..." I said.

"I know you wanna play tough, but the other day, a nigga had yo lil ass vulnerable... Had yo uptight ass finally relaxed."

"Maybe..." I spoke in a daze, I was biting my lip, replaying the scene, wanting to do It again.

"Come chill with me." He said.

"I don't know my mama think I'm at the library."

"Look at yo goody two shoe head ass, talkin bout you at the library, just come on, park ya car at my spot and ride around wit me for a lil bit." He said. I looked at those lips again, and made up my mind.

"Ok."

"Ima go get in my truck and you follow me..."

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After following M's truck all the way to his house, I was a little nervous. He lived right in the center of the hood, on Helen avenue. That was where the most ruthless niggas were supposed to reside, and I knew that. None of my friends from school ever came down here, and my parents always advised me not to even cross the tracks and come down there, but I was feeling risky. I guess when you live your life on a straight line , you get a little curious.

"C'mon, let's go inside right fast, I gotta get somethin." M opened my door for me and helped me out of my car. I felt a churning feeling in my stomach as I walked into his house with him. The lights were on and there was this weird smell in the are. It was a mixture of weed and some other stuff. We entered the kitchen, and there stood a very short caramel skin lady, stirring a pot. She was the epitome of ghetto fabulous, with long stiletto nails, long lashes, even longer weave, and a huge behind. She couldn't be older than fourty and I heard gucci mane playing in the background as she shook her hips.