Lost and Found (BWWM)|Complete

🌊⚓ Chapter 5 ⚓🌊

Kayla's POV

I looked behind me and I didn't see anyone. So I did a 360, just to make sure. I turned back to face him with a look of confusion.

"Baby, who you looking for?" He asked

I looked behind me once again, and replied "I'm sorry, but were you referring to me?"

"Really Kayla, is this really how you're going to act?" He was acting like nothing was wrong. Like I hadn't just seen him with another female on his lap. The guy that has been my boyfriend for 2 years.

If he wanted a show, then a show he would get.

"Sweetie, let's get one thing straight. Don't call me baby. The moment you let another female sit on you lap, your 'baby' cease to exist. I pulled my butterfly knife from my back pocket without anyone the wiser.

I brought my other hand up to Marquel's face. His boys were so focused on the hand that they thought was going to slap him, they missed the one that went ahead and stabbed him.

Yes I stabbed him, and I felt no remorse. If he didn't have to feel guilty about hurting me, why should I feel guilty about hurting him?

Niyah grabbed me and Taylor became the distraction. Niyah slipped me out the back door of the club. By the time we made it out front, Taylor was just coming out the door.

A white car came put of nowhere. The door opened and the driver yelled, "Get in."

Before we could go through the list of pros and cons we heard yelling, and Marquel's goons were heading our way.

What the hell, either way we're screwed. I hopped in the car with Niyah and Taylor right behind me. The car sped off into the night.

"We need to take you in to be evaluated Kay. Did you really have to stab him?"

"Kayla, what did I tell you? Haven't I always told you to make sure there were no witnesses? That club was full of witnesses. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Taylor, I don't have anger issues, I just hate being toyed with. Listen Niyah, I was too caught up in the moment to think straight."

If looks could kill, I would be dead right now. Niyah wouldn't stop glaring at me, but thankfully, she dropped the subject.

I looked out the windows as we flew down the street.

"Where do you guys need me to drop you off?"

"612 Blake Rd. Thank you so much for helping us..."

"Justin, that's my name. I kinda watched the whole think unfold. Girl, you are my spirit animal."

"Uh thanks, I guess. Why did you help me out?"

"I was right there when he had old girl on his lap and I felt that was a good enough reason for you to do what you did. I also knew that his crew would come after you. Look, I needed a bit of adventure in my life. My nephew just started sleeping through the night. Problem is, I'm so used to him being up that now I can sleep. My sister is a singe mom, her sperm donor knew how to make kids but not how to take care of them."

"I think it's pretty cool that you stepped up like that."

"Look Niyah, all is not lost. I lost my boyfriend and now you get to have this guy."

I ducked just as her fist flew towards my face. After years of fighting with her, I knew when a lick was coming my way.

"Yasss," Taylor screamed.

"I totally ship Nastin, cuz Niyah nasty as hell. What do you think Justin?"

"See, I like your sister and all, but can we have a new ship name? That shit sounds like something you need for a vaginal infection, no offense."

Taylor and I were crying, we laughed so much. Niyah tried to keep a straight face, but soon she couldn't hold in the laugh any longer.

By the time we made it to Taylor's house, Justin had Niyah's number. He asked her to stay behind for a minute so that they could talk. Taylor and I spent the time making kissing faces in the window.

Then it happened.

The munchies set in. I don't know about anyone else, but I get the munchies when I'm drunk. Niyah finally brough her ass in the house and we ordered pizza.

The pizza man called us twice to make sure that we knew how much pizza we ordered. Drunk calories are the best calories.

When the pizza finally arrived, we pigged out. We turned on the radio and sang along at the top of our lungs. Soon I was exhausted.

It's stupid I know. It's stupid to let something like a break up hurt me so much. It's stupid to be upset because my dreams fell through. I thought I had a future with this guy.

Two years down the drain. Two years of laughter. Two years of love.

Washed away like it never existed.
I have always searched for a love like my parents had. I read all the fairy tales I could growing up. Now, it's time to make my own happy ending. An ending where the heroine is strong enough to save herself.

I lay down on the sofa and make myself comfortable. I pull the covers up to my chin. Finally, my brain stops bombarding me with the events of the day. Instead I am brought back to another time, another life, and another boy.