I M A G I N E S G A L O R E

Bestfriend vs. Boyfriend. - K.P

Keith POV

It was around 5:30 pm, a normal summer afternoon where I was just laying down on my bed with the air conditioner on, playing PlayStation 4. It's all I ever did on my off days, unless I was out with the boys.

A few moments into GTA, I heard the door unlock, signaling my best friend, Leah. We been friends for as long as I can remember and she's the only person who always accepted me for me.

She walked up the stairs and opened my bedroom door, revealing her gorgeous self. I took all of her beauty in as she kept her face down.

"Last time I checked, the person that walks into a room is supposed to greet." I said with a chuckle.

She just propped herself on my bed and pushed her hair back.

"I'm sorry, I'm just... tired." She replied.

Her eyes were bloodshot. She wasn't fooling a nigga. I paused my game and sat up straight to look at her.

"Leah, you're not fooling anyone, blood. Wassup?" I asked as I forced her face to look at me.

I could tell she was holding in her tears. I held her hand and she looked up. I know she has a boyfriend and I respect that, but she my day one and I got her, no matter what.

"Hey... talk to me. You know, like you usually do when you need someone to vent to?" I said in a rather convincing tone.

She sighed and finally gave in.

"Things with DeQuan and I... they're just not good. You know, ever since his mom passed, he's been very angry and sad. It's just- I just don't like seeing him like that. And sometimes it just gets out of control..." she said softly.

I scrunched my face up as to what she was implying.

"Is there anything else I should know?"

She was extremely hesitant, as if someone would kill her if she blurted out another word.

"Well... he just gets so angry and comes back home late high and drunk," she cried out. I continued rubbing her hand.

I couldn't help my anger right now. I swear if that nigga laid his hands on her.

"Is he hitting you?" I looked up at her as I clenched my jaw.

She kept quiet and silently sobbed.

"Leah, is he hitting you?!" She looked up at me and shrugged.

I quickly got up and put a shirt on, heading to the door. I was about to kill somebody. I reached for the damn doorknob and she quickly jumped in front of me, her small frame trying to hold me back.

"No no no no no! Keith, what are you doing? Where are you going?!" She yelled as she held me back by my chest.

She then held the doorknob and forced my hand off it.

"Leah, I'm sick and tired of hearing how this nigga ain't treating you right. You can't stay in something so toxic!" I yelled at her.

"Keith it's just the alcohol. And his mother just passed for goodness sakes! He'll get better, I know he will." She said as we stopped fighting for the door and finally stood back.

I kept pacing back and forth to think about what I was gonna do without making any rash decisions.

"How many times do you say that until he kills you?! Lemme see."

"See what?" She said with frustration.

"The bruises, damn it. I saw you limping but I decided to turn a blind eye, thinking the nigga finally got his dick game right. Lemme see."

She sighed and pulled up her white tee, revealing a couple of red scars and bruises. I was so angry I swear I was gonna go to hell for killing DeQuan after he did what he did to her. I got the phone and tried to call the paramedic.

"Keith, what are you doing?! It's really not that bad !" She said as she sat on the bed.

"So when is it gonna be bad, when you're laying in a coffin? Leah, this nigga might kill you. I'm calling the paramedics for you. You're getting them checked out!" I yelled at her and she stood up, grabbed the phone from me and threw it on the bed.

"Why do you care so much? It's not like this is your sister or mother?! What the fuck?!" She yelled.

"BECAUSE I CAN'T STAND SEEING YOU LIKE THIS KNOWING THAT THERE'S SOMEONE WHO CAN TREAT YOU BETTER, LEAH!" I yelled and she was slightly taken aback.

"Treat me better how?! Who's gonna treat me better than this?!" She said, he voice was shaky.

"ME, LEAH! But you're so damn naive to think that nigga's gonna change. I know I can give you better."

"Okay, now you crossed the line. How dare you judge my relationship like that and even call me naive for not knowing what to do?" She asked with venom in her tone.

"Leah, wake the fuck up! DeQuan isn't good for you. You wouldn't be like this if you were with me. I know we've been best friends forever but... I love you. And more than a friend. I can give you what you been lacking." I said as I expressed my love for her, hoping to get the same in return.

Instead, she replied with a hot slap on my face.

"You don't understand! It's easy for you to say all this shit because you're not the one going through it. You know how hard it is for me to just get out the room without him attempting to hit me?!" She shouted, hysterical.

My blood was boiling. I was gonna kill this guy. I brought her to my chest and she continued sobbing. We laid on the bed and she laid on my chest.

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9:45 pm

I gently removed Leah's head off my chest and rested it on the pillow. Her phone beeped and it was a message from DeQuan.

Text:

D ❣️ (8:15)
Where the hell are you?! If you're not back by 9...

I rolled my eyes and put her phone in my pocket. I hopped into the whip and sped off to their house.

I banged on the door, not even bothering to use the doorbell. Some girl holding a blunt answered the door.

"Hey there Zaddy, you lookin' fine." She flirted as I shrugged her off.

"Is DeQuan here?" I asked as she took a puff.

"You look tense. Come on in and let's see what we gon' do bout that..." she trailed off.

I pushed her aside and walked in, searching for DeQuan. I walked into the living room and found some girl grinding on him, passing him some smoke.

I pushed the girl off and held him against the wall.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TREATING LEAH LIKE THAT?!" I yelled at him.

Nigga was so caught off guard, I got madder and slammed him against the wall.

"LAST TIME I CHECKED SHE WAS MY GIRL HOMIE, WHO YOU IS?!" He spat back.

Next thing I know, we're fighting, the girls are screaming and then Bang!

I was shot.

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To be... or not to be, continued. 🤔😹