Bad At Love

Chapter 1

~Sevyn~

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" I cried looking at his bloody body laying there on the floor. My best friend Simone, since seventh grade, was running through the house packing the last of our things.

"What did we do? We have to call the police!" I yell, trying to replay the scene in my head.

"What did we do? You didn't do anything Sevyn, this was all me. I killed him not you! If we call the police I'm going to jail, not you." Simone explain.

"You were trying to protect me Simone. They will see it as self-defense not murder. They have to understand." I argue back trying to find a common ground to this disaster.

"Trust me Sevyn the law and system so fucked up now that they won't see it as self defense. GOD, Sevyn! Why couldn't yo ass find a nice guy to talk to? Instead, you decide to mess off with the grimiest dude I've ever met. Even after I told you he was bad news. We have to go now before someone comes." Simone demands with that look in her eyes I know all to well. When she has that look, there is no reasoning with her.

She's right. She is always right. Normally I would have taken her advice, but it was something about this guy I just wanted her to be wrong about. Now I see that I'm the one that's wrong. I grabbed the rest of the suite cases and followed her out the door, but not before I took one last look at my boyfriend. Or should I say ex-boyfriend's body.

"Where are we going to go?" I asked her once we got in the car done loading all of the things we decided to take with us.

"We're going to Atlanta where the rest of my family is. We were suppose to move out there in another year, so we could have everything situated. Remember?" She responded.

To be honest I totally forgot. With everything that's been going on in my life I forgot all about our future we planned for next year. We was suppose to get out of Memphis and follow her family to Atlanta. Start our career like we planned. I was going to be a singer and she was going to work on having her own restaurant.

"I'm truly sorry Simone. I didn't plan for this to happen, I really didn't. What can I do to show you that I'm sorry." I pleaded.

She didn't say anything for a good minute. She just kept her eyes on the road as if I was talking to myself. After five long silent minutes her right hand let go of the steering wheel and grabbed my hand.

"Promise me one thing. When we get to Atlanta you're going to stay focus on your music. That means staying clear of boys and any other distractions that can cause you to lose sight of your dreams . Me and you. We're going to make it come true even when there's a bump in the road. And this is one big ass bump." She said.

I've been writing songs since high school, It was my only escape away from my harsh reality. The things that was ugly and horrible in my life, I made beautiful and soothing in my notebook. When I had the courage enough to show her my music journal she stated that it was something that the music industry lost sight of. Real genuine soulful music. She started investing in me from voice lessons to strengthen my vocals and confidence to buying mini at home recording devices so I can record my songs for whenever I'm ready to do something with them. If I had to do it myself, I would still be that shy girl just wishing upon a star instead of taking action. Even when I got lost along the way she was there to put me back on the right track. For that, I will be forever grateful.

"I promise, Love you." I held my pinky out.

"Love you more" she replied intertwining our pinkies.

"Impossible" I said looking at the sign that reads Leaving Memphis.

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