Layla ( A Dark Beauty Novel) {Urban}

C H A P T E R 15 : Unfold part 3

Wednesday

10 :00 p.m.

July, 20th, 2014

As I sat downstairs in the living room I searched through the countless of files on my laptop that contained Teresa's name. Clicking on an article I skimmed through it and went down to the list that charted out everything this woman has ever done. "Damn," I mumbled as I scrolled down and read on. "This bitch has a rap sheet longer then the infamous Bonnie and I put together." I whispered to the screen as the Circuit ringtone to my Iphone sounded. I looked down to see Tyrone's number and picture appear on the screen. I huffed, but answered. "Hello," I answered.

"Where you at?" he asked once he heard my voice.

"My mom's," I answered. "Why?" I asked.

"I swear you be everywhere but home." he commented. "Why is that?" he asked. Before I could answer he continued. "What, De' ain't actin' up already?" he questioned.

It's shit like this that pisses me off. I hate when my friends be all up in my business. "No," I answered harshly.

"Bitch stop lyin'." he uttered. "I can hear it in yo' voice." he said. "You need to talk about it?" he asked.

"Yeah where you at?" I questioned.

"With Craig at Dayton High Parking lot." he told me.

"I'm hungry mama." I heard my son say. I looked over to him.

"Okay baby I'ma see if Uncle Ty'll bring you some McDonalds." I told him. Redirecting my attention back to the phone I asked, "You on yo' way ain't it?"

"Yeah." he said.

"Do you think you can stop by McDonalds and pick Junior up a happy meal?" I asked.

"Yeah I will." he told me. "I'll see you in twenty." he told me and then clicked off.

I sat the phone down and went back to the computer files. I glanced up to the screen and looked at the time. I yawned. I had been at this shit for four hours. My ass was numb from sitting on it and I was becoming restless. I swear I hate to get back involved with this shit, but he's my love and I'll be damned if I let him ride alone.

I meant what I told him earlier. This is the last time, and next time shit like this happens he's gon' be on his own. I only agreed to look up Teresa; Joey's sister because I knew he'd fucked up and needed help, and I knew that old hoe from around the way. Finding her file through the people we had working up in the police department I dove deeper into her background. I already knew she worked for the Toronto branch, but I didn't know this bitch had a rap sheet that steamed back to the eighties. "Teresa 'Carpe' Sims." I mumbled as I read on. "She's a bad bitch." Teresa had everything from petty theft to drug trafficking, and murder on her record. The only problem was she never got more than a year for every sentence meaning the system was her friend.

"Mama!" my baby boy yelled.

"Yes baby." I answered.

"I'm hungry," he repeated.

"I understand baby." I told him. "Your Uncle is on his way okay." I told him. Junior smacked his lips as he walked away from me and headed toward the window. "Junior what are you doing?" I asked.

Instead of answering my question he told me, "I see someone mama."

I finally took my eyes off the screen and looked his way. "Don't touch that door boy!" I yelled as I watched him run over to the door. I huffed and sat the laptop on the side of me and stood up. I walked over to the window and moved the curtain so that I could look out. As Ty came up the pathway I backed out the window and moved over to the door. "Go sit down." I demanded as I heard the knock on the door. I opened it and in walked Tyrone. He walked inside and I shut the door. Trailing behind him I took a seat on the couch and he sat in the chair. Tyrone handed Junior his food and my son wasted no time digging in.