THE PREACHER'S DAUGHTER || NBA YOUNGBOY

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: LONELY

BACK IN ATLANTA...

— KYLIE HENDERSON

"Kylie you talk to Lyric?" My mama asked, "Nope." I said nonchalantly, shrugging my shoulders. I was sitting in the dining room on my phone waiting on my mama to finish cooking until she decided upon herself to start up a conversation.

"You know her birthday was yesterday. Did you even tell her Happy Birthday?" She asked.

"Yeah I sent her text. She never respond back to me." I lied quick, looking the other direction biting my nails. I felt her looking at me. "Don't lie to me Kylie." She said seriously.

"No I didn't. I should've but I didn't." I shrugged my shoulders. "What did you forget or something?" She asked.

"No mama I didn't. I'm just being stubborn right now." I rolled my eyes harshly. "Stubborn for what Kylie? What did Lyric do to you?"

"Nothing.. It's just I don't know.. I have a lot going on right now." I muttered playing with my hands. "What is a lot Kylie?" My mom stood in front of me with her hand on her hip.

"Ever since Lyric left I've been suffering depression. She was the only one here to help with my problems and I helped her with hers. Now that's she's gone nothing is the same anymore. And they all went to go see her for her birthday but where is my invitation? I was more of Lyric's friend than any of them."

"Kylie if you wanted to see Lyric all you had to do was ask -"

"No. It's not like she lives around the corner Mama. She lives in a whole different state. I cant just pop up and see her whenever I want too."

"Sounds like you need to talk to Lyric about that. Tell her how much you miss her." My Mama said.

"Like that's gonna' do anything." I scoffed and shook my head. "Well Kylie all I can say is try. You're talking about how you're depressed because Lyric doesn't live in Atlanta anymore. I feel as if its more that you're not telling me."

It was.. It's like ever since I fought Trinity a lot of bitches trying to fight me and I'm one person. I've never been a punk or afraid of anything but it's like when you're one person against the world its hard. I just wish things could go back to normal. How things used to be.

When I actually had a person to call friend.

I just wish I could disappear sometimes since everyone forgets about me now. I may sound selfish, but I'm going through a lot.

At night it's worse. I go into deep thought thinking of my family. Thinking if I leave this earth would any of them care? Would it affect anyone? Would it be selfish for me to go? Did I touch anyone while living on this Earth? Just those main questions.

"Kylie." She called. I shook the thought off my head.

"Yeah?" I answered her. "Is there anything else you're not telling me?" She asked. "No. That's it." I shook my head in denial. "Here eat." My Mama sat my plate down in front of me.

I looked down at the plate. "And you better eat this time." She said sternly. I sighed and picked up my fork.

— KENDRA GRANT

"So how you feel about going to Houston and Atlanta?" I looked at Lyric. We wasn't around everybody. I pulled her outside, because after that she wasn't talking anymore.

"I don't care about Houston its just Atlanta.." Lyric mumbled. "You got two options. Let him go on tour by himself, and see all the hoes and groupies tryna' fuck with em'. Or you go with him.