The Girl With The Afro

Chapter One

"Fuck all the fighting shit Lyn." I said as I walked closer to her, she slowly backed up "W-what are you doing?" she questioned. I grabbed her waist pulling her closer to me. Our faces were inches apart, I looked down at her and bit my lip. "You know exactly what I'm doing". I said in a low tone lifting her head up so she was looking up at me. Before she could say anything I pressed my lips against hers. She seemed shocked but soon kissed back & slowly wrapped her arms around my neck.

I lifted her up, wrapped her legs around me and deepened the kiss. I slipped my tongue in her mouth wrapping it around hers sucking on it. My hands were up her shirt caressing her boobs. I began kissing my way from her lips to her neck gently biting and sucking on it. Her soft moans rang in my ears ever so gracefully. I knew I had to stop or I was going to make a mistake. I slowly pulled away and rested my forehead on hers "Why?" she spoke in a soft tone. "Because I'm tired of lying to you." I said placing her back on her feet letting her go.

I put my jacket on and headed towards the door. "If you need me you know where I'm at. Goodnight" I walked out the door closing it behind me and walked to my car. Once I made it to my door I looked back at the house and seen her looking out the window. I chuckled to myself got in my car, started it up and drove off into the night. I knew this was only the beginning & I was ready.

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Oh my bad, maybe I started this story a little too far ahead. The beginning of this story didn't start here at this very moment. It actually began 6 years ago on this very day.

A 12-year-old Lynice (la-niece), hid under her bed beyond scared. She wasn't sure as to what exactly happened directly below her on the ground floor of her two story home. All she knew was that whatever did happen, it wasn't anything good. She laid there as quiet as she could with her eyes closed as she heard footsteps coming up the steps. She was wishing that any moment now she would hear her dads voice tell her it was okay to come out, but she didn't.

Seconds went by before she heard voices talking. She couldn't exactly make out what they were saying on account that her ears were still ringing from the gunshots that had just erupted throughout her home a few minutes ago. The frightened preteen opened her eyes as she felt footsteps shaking her floor. She didn't recognize the persons' shoes so she didn't move from her spot. Just as the person got closer to her bed she heard police sirens, the man rushed out her dimly lit room and ran for the steps just as he was going down them they made eye contact. She put her head back down and softly cried. She knew this wasn't good. She waited a good five minutes before she crawled from under her bed and went to hide in her secret room in the back of the closet.

Lynice's father was Alex Jordan, a big time drug dealer. Alex made sure he didn't raise a dummy, Lynice was his youngest of 3 and his only girl. He also was a single parent just raising her, so he knew that he had to tell her what the deal was early because he knew if something happened and he didn't have his sons over she would have to know what to do.

He didn't exactly want to scare her but he wanted her to be prepared. So he used to make their "training" fun. He would set up drills to where she would hide, make her escape and if she passed they would go out for ice cream after. By the age of 8 Lynice knew how the game worked, she knew where her dad's stash's were & where to hide if something bad went down.

Her father was 32 and had the biggest heart ever. He may have done some unbearable things but she understood that he did it so that her and her brothers could have a good life. She knew mostly everything about her father, he didn't keep anything from her and she loved him for that.

She dried her eyes looking around the tiny room & spotted a black bag. She opened it up to see stacks of cash and some clothes. She laid out some black pants, black shirt & a black hoodie and some teal socks. She knew her father had packed this bag. Every time she would run through this with her dad when she was younger; he always told her to wear nothing but black. She always listened but she would put on some really long teal socks and pull them over her pants. A faint smile appeared of her face but it quickly faded. She sighed and took her hair tie off her wrist and attempted to fit all of her hair in a tight ponytail before she slipped off her pajamas and quickly changed into the outfit.