The Broken Girl

Chapter 22: Commitment

Orlando

Once I hung up with Jay, I felt my happiness drain away. As I'm looking around this house, I don't think I can stay here for a week. It's too many memories of my dad. As much as, him and I bumped heads and everything he did to take Jaylee from me. I loved him, man. That's my fucking pops.

Back home with Jay, I can ignore my thoughts about him but here in this house. It's going to be a whole another demon to fight. To be real, I don't know who is gonna win. I have yet to deal with what I did to my dad. I wish that I didn't have to get to that point.

He already took enough from me. He took my mom. I haven't felt no real love since I lost her. Then, Jay comes along. Mane.

I shook my head and ran my hands over my face.

"Imma need something loud and some strong liquor before the night out." I said to myself.

I pulled out my phone and began to text Kilo.

Me
Back in the city. What's the move for tonight?

Kilo
Oh shit. Say no more. I got you. We gone give your ass a nice ass welcome home party. I'll make a few calls.

Me
That's good, my nigga.

Kilo
Mane, be ready by 10 pm. I got you. H-town gone show you what you been missing.

Me
Alright, send me the location and I'll pull up.

I slipped my phone in my pocket. I walked out of the side door that lead to the car garage. Walking into the garage, my Chevy Silverado was setting pretty next to my dad's Ram. We always had different taste in vehicles.

I looked around at the other cars, BMW, Jaguar, Lexus, and Bentley. I need to decide what I am going to do with all of these cars that my dad had. I might give Jay the Lexus and sell the rest. I don't know.

I thought about selling all of them except the Chevy and Jaguar that belongs to me. My dad let me keep my vehicles here because I didn't have enough parking for my three vehicles at my place. So I would drive them sparingly and change vehicles ever so often.

The only reason that I didn't sell the cars because how it would look. Father is suddenly murdered. Now his son is selling possessions. I didn't want anyone to get curious. As far as I know, nobody knows what I did but the people that I had to do it. I made sure that they knew what would happen if they spoke of it. People, who are out here in these streets, believe it had to be someone who wanted my dad's power or just some bad blood. I plan to keep it that way.

I grabbed the keys to the Jaguar off the wall. I got in the car and sighed. I haven't drove this beauty in awhile. I started her up. I smirked at the sound of engine just like I remembered. A good drive in her could ease my mind right quick.

Jaylee

Instead of sitting in this apartment alone and think about what Orlando could be doing, I decided to text Asia. So, we could hang out. She took a few minutes to reply but we agree to meet at a seafood restaurant downtown.

I got out of bed. I began to get ready by washing my face and brushing my teeth. I looked at my reflection for a minute. I was debating whether I should wear my hair in afro,high puff, or low puff.

I took a moment to go pick out my clothes. After deciding what to wear, I feel like this is definitely a low puff type of outfit. So, I put on my clothes and did my hair. After, I grabbed my keys and purse and headed out.

As I walked into the restaurant, I glanced around looking for Asia. I finally found her sitting on the far right. I waved to catch her attention. She waved and smiled back at me.