Love Lock Down

Chapter 2 (Navette)

Shayla was walking so slow and we had to hurry up and get home. She knew how daddy was when dinner was not ready. I tried to coach her along, but her motor skills were not that great even at 10 years old. Shayla was born a crack baby, and was not even expected to live, and if she did she was not expected to prosper. Through special school she was able to learn alot more than they thought capable. "Come on Shay." I say so she will hurry. I know it's not her fault she moves so awkwardly,

"I'm tryin to hurry sissy." She said grabbing for my hand. 

This is gonna be a long trip I thought to myself. I would have caught the bus, but Pic Pac was in walking distance and besides that gave us more money to buy food. When we finally got through the field I hoisted Shayla up on my back.

"Weeee!!" She screamed tightening her arms around my neck. This was our routine every week. I was supposed to have been bought us groceries, but daddy didn't like to go and he did not trust me to drive while he was at work. I walked into the store with Shayla still on my back . As usual all the baskets were taken so I just grabbed a hand basket. I was trying to think of what I could cook that would take the least time.

"Navette can we pleeeeeeeeease get macaroni?" Shayla sung in my  ear.

"Yeah we can get macaroni." I said heading to th edollar aisle. I handed Shayla the basket so I could hold her better. I walked over to the dollar section which was very little and waited for  the guy in my way to clear the aisle. He was having a loud conversation on his phone as I stood there waiting.

"aye bruh Keedra is sexy as heel, but she kinds stuck up. Remember Lil Keefy tried to holla at her and she shot him down quick. Hell naw for real bruh? Imma be in there like swim wear this weekend..............

I waited for him to move, but he just kept right on talking. 

"Ahem." I said clearing my voice. It worked cause he turned around.

"You need somethin mama?' He asked turning around. I drunk in his Uof L tshirt, black jeans, and black and red Jordans. 

"I need you to move so I can get in here please." I said agitated. He moved out of my way. I walked straight past him.

"You know you could say thank you. Thats what polite people do."

"Im not polite people." I said grabbing the macoroni and handing it to Shayla to put in the basket. 

He shook his head. "Aight then ma." He said walking away.

I looked down at my watch realizing I had about 30 minutes before Daddy got home. I worked as fast as I could to get out of there in enough time to make dinner. We had too many bags to walk so I decided to go ahead and catch the bus with the left over change. It was hot and sticky on the bus stop so I kept pulling my hair up to keep my neck from sweating. I looked at my watch again and saw I only had 15 minutes left til dady got home and I started to panic in my mind. We sat down on the bus stop and Shayla laid her head on my shoulder. I hear Pussy, Money, Weed blasting and look up to see the jerk loud talking on the phone in the store. I was about to roll my eyes, but thought better of it.