THE PREACHER'S DAUGHTER || NBA YOUNGBOY

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: SCHOOL FIGHT

BACK IN ATLANTA. 🍑

— ALEXIS SMITH

I sighed as I unlocked my front door. I opened it, I saw my mama sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette.

I scoffed and shook my head. "Where have you been Alexis?" She asked calmly. "I was gone out of town with Serena. I told you this already and I wrote you a letter before I left."

"You ain't tell me shit. And what the fuck is going on with Lyric? Her mama coming up in here interrogating me and shit. I almost knocked that bitch head off, asking me questions about my damn child."

"Ma.. Don't listen to none of that. Lyric is perfectly fine." I sighed and rubbed my temples. "Well I can't tell it. Her mama putting up missing pictures and shit. Where she at?"

"Mama Lyric is one of my closest friends. I can assure you she is fine. And they're posting missing pictures, they shouldn't have never kicked her out." After I told my mama that, I took my suitcase into my room.

I plopped down my bed. My bed felt like Heaven. As soon as I was about to fall asleep, but my phone started ringing.

I groaned annoyedly. I took it out of my purse, and answered it. "I hope this is important cause I was about to fall asleep."

"Bitch it is important. Tell me why Mrs. Bryant came over my mama house yesterday asking for Lyric." Serena said.

"She came over mine as well. How she know my address is the question?"

"I don't know. It's some snaky shit going on. You think Lyric was being followed this whole time?" Serena asked.

"If they know where we live, YES."

"I know you fucking lying." Serena said. "What?" I asked her. "Turn on the news." She hung up the phone, after she said that.

I turned around, and grabbed my remote. I turned on my TV. I turned it on to the news. It was Lyric's Dad church. I turned up the volume.

"Mr. and Mrs. Bryant how long have she been missing?" The reporter asked them. "Almost two weeks." Mrs. Bryant sniffled.

I shook my head and laughed. "Bitch lying like hell. It hasn't been no damn two weeks. It'll be two weeks directly on Lyric's birthday. Fuck outta' here."

"This gone too far. Lyric if you're watching this. We're sorry. Please come back home." I cut my TV off after that.

"Y'all bitches ain't sorry. Shouldn't never kicked her out."

I heard someone knocking on the door. "Who the fuck knocking on my door again?" My mama spat. I got up, and peaked from the side.

She opened the door, it was a bunch of people. They was holding a camera. "Vote for Mayor Joy Bryant - " My mama shut the door in they face and walked away.

"I ain't voting for that old bitch. When she pay my house, lights, and car insurance, that's when I'll vote. Otherwise I ain't voting for shit. Got that fucking camera in my face, and I don't have my wig on and shit." I laughed at how my mama was talking to herself madly.

They on the news talking about Lyric being missing. Now her grandma running for Mayor. This shit getting out of hand.

— KYLIE HENDERSON

"Why you stop talking to me?" Ken asked me. I rolled my eyes. "Ken you have a whole girlfriend. I can't socialize with nobody's nigga."

He smacked his lips. "I don't have a girlfriend."