Layla ( A Dark Beauty Novel) {Urban}

C H A P T E R 18 : Revenge Part 1

Monday

4:56 p.m.

Aug, 1st, 2013

     I've been in worst pain before, but being shot tops it off. I'm glad that the talk about how my arm ended in a cast was over, because I was about to get an instant attitude if I had to explain again. The only thing that was on my mind now was revenge. I hate the nigga that put my arm in a cast and I swear I not only want him hurt, but dead; and I know the perfect person who could make that happen.

     I pretended to enjoy myself as I sat at the family BBQ. I was waiting for my sister and her family to arrive and when I seen her, Junior, and the car seat stroll into the backyard, I tapped Moriah on the leg and she stood up. I walked up to my sister and asked, “Where’s Darien?”

"Out front with some of his homies." she answered as she continued to fix Juniors clothes. “Why?”

“No reason,” I lied as I walked away from her and began to head to the front yard. I walked around the house and was about to go down the path until I heard someone ask a question. I turned around to see my Aunt Candy and Aunt Freda sitting out on the front porch smoking a cigarette.

“I know you don’t hang with those typa’ people?” my Aunt Freda asked.

 “Nah Aunt Fre,” I lied.

“Thank god because that Darien and his crew is no good,” she judged. “It’s like ever since Papa Love went to jail them boys haven’t had good structure. I just feel bad for Geneva, such a good women she don’t deserve all the crap they put her through, and the girls are worse than the boys.” My aunt Candy added.

“No I thought it was the other way around?” my Aunt Freda asked after she took a drag at her cigarette.

“No it’s the way I said it,” Candy told her.

“No, it’s my way.” Freda argued.

“Okay ladies I gotta’ run,” I told them, trying to escape from their sisterly arguing.

    Neither woman stopped the arguing as I backed away. A few seconds later I turned and headed down the path toward Darien and his boys. On my way I bumped into my younger cousins Kerry and Keisha. I watched as they both walked up to me.

“Wassup cuz?” they both greeted toward me.

“Wassup Kerry and Keisha

“Nothing just out here hanging,” she answered as she turned back to look at Darien and his crew.

“You better hope Layla and yo’ mama don’t come out here and catch you,” I warned her.

“Ain’t nothin’ goin’ on,” she lied.

“Okay, whatever you say.” I told her and then began to walk away.

“Wassup?” he asked as I walked up to the group.

“Nothin’,” I replied as we both shook up.

“Damn li’l dude you getting’ grown ain’t it?” Jamal, a close friend of Darien’s asked.

    With a smirk on my face I chuckled and answered, “You already know.”

“Heard this nigga be at Central pullin’ all the thots.” Said another dude.

    Darien laughed and then asked, “What you doing out here, do Layla know you out here with the big boys?”

“Man I’m grown I don’t need my sisters permission to be anywhere,” I stated, with irritation clear in my voice. “Question is do she know what you out here smokin’ on?”