A Thug's Cry

Chapter 20

(Cherise in the mm)

Deyla Pov

"Okay whats wrong?" I asked loca

The front door opened and closed letting me know August had made his way back home.

"I gotta go Give me your phone." I handed her my Iphone and watched her remove something from my settings.

"I'll text you later tonight When your alone." She said as she closed the patio door and fled from behind the house.

I wanted to stop her but she seemed to be in a rush. I don't know what was going on with her, but I hope she works it out.

August crept around the corner in the kitchen and snatched me up from behind.

"You asshole!" I said throwing my hand over my chest.

"My bad bae" he chuckled

"Where's my alfredo?" I asked

"We'll damn I can't get no love first" he said poking his lips out.

"Nope!move" I said nudging him out of my way. I grabbed the bag he sat down on the counter and looked inside.

"Whats this?" I asked pointing inside the bag.

"Your alfredo...." he replied. "Yea But whats in this container?" I aksed him.

"Hell nawl.. hell nawl.. You always want what I got..you better eat that alfredo." He said snatching the container away from me.

"Fine.." I said moving into the fridge grabbing a mystic.

"Don't start" he said grabbing the mystic out of my hand before popping it open and gulping it halfway down.

I slapped the top of his head and carried my container into the living room after grabbing a water.

"You drinking too much soda and juice he told me as I sat down. I rolled my eyes at his comment and bit into my food.

August knew I was borderline diabetic. I wasn't really unhealthy but I loved fast foods and anything sweet.

"Okay.." "Daddy!" I replied sarcastically.

August and I ate until we were satisfied and made small talk on the sofa before my phone started ringing.

"Hello.." I answered

"Yes is this a Ms Deyla Bryant?"

"This is she...." I replied

"You have a collect call from one of our patients here at our rehabilitation center."

"Maybe you've made a mistake, I dont know anyone in rehab." I told him.

He clicked over and another voice came through the phone.

"Deyla its me baby."

I knew from the moment she said my name who it was. My mom had a smokers voice and I could easily distinguish it.

"Baby?" I asked "Mother?" I asked again.

"Deyla im so sorr—." She said before I cut her off.

"Bitch you ain't shit to me." And with those words I hung up the phone and threw it across the room. How dare she call my phone after she abandoned me for her boyfriend. How can a "mother" choose a man over her own kids?

"Deyla who the hell you talkin to on the phone like that?" August asked clearly surprised by my behavior. I was a very calm person and I tried my best not to curse most of the time. So this was far out of my character.

"Cherise..!" I told him

"Your mom?" He asked.

Tears escaped my eyes as I stood in a rage.

"Listen.." he said standing from the sofa and making his way over to me. He held my hand and lifted my head so our eyes could meet.

"I don't know much of what goes on besides what you tell me, but at the end of the day you only got one mama." He started.

"I know y'all have ups and downs but you still need to respect her." He continued as he rubbed the small of my back.

I simply nodded avoiding the conversation.

"I got something that will cheer you up." Before I could reply he swooped me up and carried me up the stairs..

I playfully rolled my eyes at his comment. Your so nasty." I giggled.. as he slammed the room door shut.

Loca Pov

I couldn't gather the strength to move from my bed. I had been crying all day. I'm not over him, I never will be. I made a mistake by letting other females get to close to my man.

After I tell deyla about me and August she will be out of his life. Deyla was a quiet girl but from what I gathered when we hung out...she doesn't let anyone run over her. Part of me completely admires her and other part of me envies her. In a way she was everything I wasn't, but if August gives us a chance I could be that girl.

I threw my long hair into a tiny knot in the back of my head and slid on a hoodie. I slipped on a pair on sheer black tights and my nike air max. I grabbed something from a shoe box in my closet and left out of my room.

"Papa I'll be back soon." I called out to my grandfather.

"No estar fuera demasiado tiempo!" He replied.

"I won't papa.. I'll be back before you know it."

I slammed the front door behind me and jogged over to my car.

I picked up my phone and dialed Monica's number.

"Hey chica im outside open the door.." I told her as I got out of my car.

Monica greeted me at the door and I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom.

"Whats up.." She asked curiously.

"Oh nothing.. bored at home and wanted to come visit." I replied. "Maybe we can order a pizza."

"Sounds good to me." She replied.

MONICA POV

"You order the pizza im going to take a quick shower." I told loca as I made my way to my bathroom.

"K" she simply replied as she pulled out her phone and made the call.

I did my hygiene routine for about 15 minutes before turning off the water. "Loca you need money for the pizza?" I called out through the bathroom door.

I didn't get a reply. "Loca!?" I called out again. No reply...

I tossed my clothes on quickly before brushing my teeth. I reached for the bathroom door and made my way out with my dirty clothes in my hand.

"Loca!!!!" I yelled out again.

I turned around and was met by pistol to my chest.

"Dont say nothing!" Loca demanded.

"Dont move!" She directed me.

"Im tired of y'all bitches feeling like y'all can take Whats mine!" She said aggressively as she nudged my chest with the gun.

"Its game over now... and Im coming for everything that belongs to me."

I began to protest as she pulled the trigger and I fell backwards to the ground.

I felt my life begin to slip from body as I gasped for air.. monica kissed me on my forehead before she faded into the distance...