Flight 1

The Trap

(Dlo In Media)
(Recap)

"Man, we can't be living like this."

"Living like what?"

"You living with me, like that's not gone work for the rest of your life."

He tryna kick me out?

"What chu' mean? I can't live with you no more?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Nah, what I'm saying is, we needa go."

"Were could we possibly go in these streets? Don't forget we live in Brooklyn." I did not know where he was going with this idea.

"Dlo, you know he got the trap."

I looked at him.

"Nah, I don't know. I'm not tryna' get caught up in nothin'." I was scared foreal.

"We ain't gone get caught up in nothin'." He put his hands in his pocket, giving me the, you gone do it or not face.

"I'm a fucking female Donte! I'm not gone be staying in no drug dealing trap." I yelled.

"Too bad." he said.

I know this nigga ain't forcing me to do this shit.

"What do you mean, too bad?"

"You coming, wheather you want to or not." I couldn't argue with him, he was the only person I could stay with and I'm not gone let him into nothing without me.

"Aight, fine." I said.

He pulled his phone out his pocket and dialed a number. He walked out the room so I did not hear anything he said.

He walked back in 5 minutes later and got a bookbag and a few duffle bags.

"Awe, come on now." I whined, knowing what they were for.

"You wanna leave all your stuff here and where the same shit you got on for the rest of ya' life?"

I rolled my eyes and snatched a bag out of his hand. I threw my stuff in there. How many times am I going to have to move?

"What is your mom gone say about this?" I asked

"I'm 18 years old, I'm an adult so I could do this." I looked at him with attitude.

This nigga could be 18, but he still act like a lil' ass kid. I'm 17 so I'm still not out the government, but I'm months away.

"You a child, respect me." He joked.

I laughed, he always gotta be silly.

He went on his phone and texted Dlo, telling him we was coming.

I was done packing and so was Donte. He took my bag and walked it down the steps for me.

***

"Lil' old Kayla." Dlo said as we walked in the building. "I ain't know you went down like this."

I ain't going down like nothing, we just staying here, thats what I thought.

I nodded. We walked into a room with 1 bedroom, a few couches and a fridge. It had other things like a TV, but one of those box TVs, not a flat one. I really did'nt know why we had to move, while we have a nice ass house already.

I understand, Donte's mom's house wasn't my house, but I moved in. I think i'm pretty old enough to move. I'm going to be 18 years old next year, so I don't have to worry about nothing.

Dlo nodded his head up at me, queing me to follow him.

"What's up Kaylaaa." Dlo said, pulling me closer to him by my waist.

"I don't even know." I chuckled.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Why Donte want to move to this trap." I flarred my nose.

"A lot of shit you gotta find out." I released from his grip on my waist.

"Meaning?" I asked.

He stood there for a minute intill saying something.

"Don't worry 'bout it."

I sucked my teeth. Donte either tryna help me out, or get me us in some touble.

What do you guys think Donte is up to?

What does Dlo mean?

Should Kayla leave?

Btw there will be more added later today. Bye ツ ❤ ❥