You're A Criminal. I Can't Love You

Chapter Twenty-Three

| Aaleeyah Petty |

4 months. Langston and I have had no real contact with each other, I mean I've texted him and he hasn't responded. I real life think he has washed his hands with me, it's honestly not as easy with me. I can't just wash my hands with this kid. I've given my body to him and I even carried his child for 9 months, just for him to get killed in a hit and run. It sucks that I didn't get to see my child grow up, I didn't get to see his first steps, first tooth, I wasn't able to witness a lot of things with my child. I looked down at my lock screen and saw the very first picture Langston and I took with Cayden. I looked so worn out but I was so happy, and don't get me started on Langston. He had shed so many tears the day Cayden was born. I felt the tears well up in my eyes, just thinking about everything I've been through. I'm such a good person and so much fucked up shit happens to me, but I'm always ten toes down in any situation. I'll never fold.

I unlocked my phone and scrolled all the way to Langston's name. The last time I texted him was April 2nd, that was 4 days ago. He still hasn't texted back. I threw my phone across the room and it smashed into the wall. I sighed and got up and headed into my kitchen. Yes, I have my own place. I went out and got a job at a factory for GM. Pays really good, honestly. That's why I was able to get myself a new condo and a new car in such short notice. After Langston and I's break up, I went to live with my mom for a while, of course I wasn't gonna be staying in her house at the age of 21. I grabbed my purse and looked around for my wallet. I was gonna buy myself a new phone today, since I decided to be reckless. I slipped on my Jordan slides that were sitting in the front door and I threw on my Northface fleece and grabbed my keys off the hook.

I drove to the nearest AT&T store and walked inside. I had copped myself the Matte Black iPhone 7. I filled out the paperwork I had to fill out in order to open an account. I had Sprint, but I was not about to go through with that again. I got in my car and set myself a reminder to call and cancel the plan I had with Sprint. Before I even put the keys in the ignition, I had dialed my best friend Cyn's number. I had recently met her when I had moved in with my mom. She had just moved into the neighborhood. My mom is one of those "Make goodies for the new neighbors," kind of person. I never understood why, but she always did it. Baked her ass off too. We had gave Cyn and her people my mom's famous Peach Cobbler. They loved it. Cyn had came over the next day and asked if we were making more of it, and when she did that we sat and talked and we had just clicked. I knew I had myself a new friend I could confide into. She was mad cool, we were the same age, same height, you know kinda like Snooki & Deena? We're kind of like the meat balls of L.A.

"Hey Bitch." I said.

"Hey hoe. Where you at?" She asked.

"Just came out of AT&T, I had threw my phone across the room and it smacked into the wall and got fucked up." I said.

"Damn nigga, why you throw that bitch?" She asked.

"Just thinking of some shit." I said.

"Well bitch, come scoop so I can take you out for breakfast hoe. Remember I still owe you from when you took me out to lunch." She said.

"Alright bitch, I'm on my way." I said.

We said our byes and I had hung up the phone. I drove in silence all the way to Cyn's house. I pulled into the driveway and went onto the porch. I had used my key that Cyn's mom and dad had gave to me. I got inside and had kicked my slides off and walked into the kitchen. Her mom was in there throwing down. "Hey Mama Santana." I said, kissing her cheek.

"Hey baby, you hungry?" She asked.

"No, I was just picking up Cyn because she wanted to take me to breakfast." I said.