(Ve'Quell)
Why didn't I just give it back? Now Kalifa thinks I'm doing drugs. I hate when she's disappointed in me, I feel like I let her down.
"No I'm not, why'd you ask?" I wanted to hear her out.
"I took your things out your bag to wash your clothes and I found this." She put the small bag on the table.
"It's not what you think." I was embarrassed.
"Well explain." She sat up and turned to face me.
"Some guy on my team does that crap and just so happens I was sitting there during a deal. He asked if I wanted some and I declined but he kept pushing. I only took it so he could leave me alone. I've never done drugs Kalifa." I pleaded my case.
"Drug addicts always deny that they're addicted. How do I know you're being truthful?" I grabbed her hand and the packet on the table. I pulled her to the bathroom and I flushed the drugs down the toilet.
"Would a druggie do that?" I asked.
"I guess not." She smiled. I pulled her close to me and grabbed her by the waist. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I sat her on the counter.
"Thank you for caring that much." I said with my face in her neck.
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The Skin I'm In: New Problems, Old Scars (Urban Fiction)
PuisiKalifa James and Ve'Quell Harden are now 21 years old. In this sequel, a lot of things that have been pushed in the dark will now come to light. Kalifa will learn a lot about her mother's death and will uncover some secrets about her mother's life...
