In Her World(Urban)

15 years later

**Keabrans Pov**

So it's been fifteen years since my momma has been locked up. We write each other and all that but to face the fact that i'll never see my mother again , that shit hurts. I am now eighteen years old. My lil sister, Elizabeth is sixteen, she bad as hell but i love her. She dont really remember what my momma look like but she remember her.
My cousins Alajah and Alijah are grown now. Alajah is twenty-one and Alijah is eighteen. My uncle Korby is now thirty-four ,so is my momma. My aunt , Shay is also thirty-four.

That bitch Poca, She went missing about ten years ago. I know she snitched on my momma and im gone get her. My home boy , Trae ,told me he saw her down in Atlanta with her crack head ass son. Yea her son Malik aint but fifteen and he on drugs. Yea thats my brother on my daddy side for those of you who dont know. My daddy dead but, shit ion care. When he was alive the nigga aint do shit for me. That nigga almost killed me the day he died, but im not even gone get into that.

" Keabran!" I hear my grandma call. Resi aint my real grandma but Rashella was working with Poca so fuck her.

" Ma'am?" I answer walking in her house. I live here because after momma got locked up , I aint have no where else to go. Me and my sister was gone stay with my uncle but my grandma wanted us.

"Yo' sister on the phone for you. I dont know why she just didn't call your phone." She said holding the cordless phone towards me.

"Hello?" I answer.
"Look , i need you to do me a favor, go in my room , look under my left pillow and bring me my trailing point blade."

i followed all directions until i heard blade. What the hell she need with a knife and why is it under her pillow?

" What you need a knife for Beth? And why is it under your pillow?" i ask out of curiosity.

"Damn Man, just bring it." she snaps.

" Man you betta hold yo damn tone. Where you at anyway?"

"South drive park." she said hanging up

**Elizabeth Pov**

I called my brother down to the park to bring my knife. A bitch keep looking at me but i just want shorty to know im with the shit. Growing up with out my momma or daddy made me reckless.

I never knew my daddy so i never had a father figure in my life. My momma got arrested when i was one , im sixteen now and i barely remember her. She write me and my brother and he visit her when she can have visitors. I have yet to visit her. I just have other shit on my mind. My grandma keep telling me im heading down the same road as my momma but i aint.

Just because i been to the detention center a few times dont mean nothing. People just need to stop trying me cause i aint the type to be quiet and walk away, nawl. Im gone give they ass what they want. Many of yall probably wondering why im so difficult, well maybe im supposed to be this way. And for all you whores who jocking, shut the hell up.

I see my brother pulling up. I walk to his car and lean in the window," Where my shit?"

" Beth , what the hell you need with a knife?" He asked looking at me like im crazy.

i sighed," Dont turn your head, but you see them whores over there on the swings?"

How bout this mofo gone turn all the way around and look."You fat head fucker, didnt i say dont turn your head!"