How I Got Good

Chapter 4

"No love lost...No love found" -Lil Wayne

I can't help but think this is my fault. I don't know what I did to deserve what I got. I was a good girl growing up and I still am. I just don't understand why bad things happen to good people. I didn't find love when I was being played by these guys, abused, and hurt. This emotional pain...physical pain...where am I at in life? I feel like I'm not going to get the chance to be happy, married with a family...its all I want...I guess not everyone gets chosen.

London's P.O.V.

"and that's what happened."

Liyah just got done telling me about Jamal and Imani.

I'm Imani's older sister. I left after our dad raped her. "so is she okay now?" Liyah moved her head in total disagreement. "I'm gonna go over." Liyah interrupted my thought, "I don't think you should do that, to be honest." I looked at her confused. "She's been hurt, her past is fucked up. I think you going over there is only going to make it worse. The only reason you're checking on her is because I told you this. If I didn't come over, you wouldn't even know, and you wouldn't try to come back to her house." She was right, but I couldn't let her know that.

She stood up to go toward the door. She continued, "I took a big risk to tell you about YOUR little sister cause my girl don't even like you."

"Fuck Marie!"

"You right." She walked out of the door, shaking her head with a crooked smile.

I went to my room, laid on my back, and started thinking about this entire situation.

I hate how Liyah is right about me. When I left Imani, I didn't mean for it to seem like I was leaving her behind...I just couldn't stay around after I found out. I didn't wana leave but I wasn't gonna stay around and get raped. Wow, I'm an asshole. She was just twelve, I was nineteen, I knew what to do to protect myself, she didn't, and I didn't teach her. What the hell was I thinking? I can't go to her house, she'll be pissed. I need to make sure she's okay, though. I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

Carnisha's P.O.V.

I'm at home, just four blocks from Imani, talking to Jazz about what we are going to do with Imani. She isn't answering anyone's calls.

"I think she may be mad at all of us for barging into her house."

"We were just trying to help." I slightly yelled. "But that was a bad way of doing it. Especially how you got in her face and yelled..." I looked at her, "...I'm just saying. You could have just waited until she started talking." I roll my eyes at her comment.

The only reason I did that was because I was upset she didn't tell me. Right after Jermaine, I'm usually the person she tells everything to. "So what are we gonna do?" Jazz's phone rang. It was a text.

Yvette: did u hear from Imani yet?

Jazz: no...she isn't answering anyone's calls

Yvette: oh...Ok...did anyone tell u...

Jazz: tell me what

Yvette: tht Jamal beat her?

Jazz: NO! :o

Yvette: DONT tell Carnisha!

Jazz: y

Yvette: JUST DON'T!

Someone knocks at my door. I look at Jazz, she shrugs, I walk over to the door and open it in surprise." You got a lot of nerve bringing your ass around here." Jazz walks up to the door, "Oh HELL NAW!" she yells as she throws her hand in the air.

"What are you doing here?"

"I think I have the right to check on my sister." London looks at both of us. "You weren't thinking about that when she was raped. Get the fuck off my porch." I slam the door in her face. She walks toward her car, gets in and leaves.