The Game of Love

Ch. 2: The Deal

Tyra's P.o.V.

Next Day

    I wake up around the same time as yesterday and do my morning routine. I put my hair up in a simple bun and decide to wear my red Aeropostale short sleeve t-shirt and green camo cargo pants with my red Converse. Real chill—- exactly how I like it. When I walk out to the kitchen I notice Deon's not here. Gotta get to the trap house early, I guess. I grab some toast and head to school with more than enough time.

    "Hey Deja," I say walking to her locker on my way to my first B-Day class.

    "Oh, hey Tyra," she said all dry but I let that one go.

    "I'll go to that sh**ty party wit you on Friday." She immediately smiles from ear to ear.

    "Ooo, thanks," she jumps me into a hugs me.

    "Yeah, yeah. I just know that yo thirsty a** gon' wanna find somebody—-."

    She cuts me off by playfully slapping my arm. I head to my first 2 classes.

    Lunch, last 2 classes, long basketball practice and then . . .   

    As I cruise down the road three houses from my house, a black car wit tinted windows is in my driveway. I know it's not Deon's cuz his car is pine green wit fake gold wheels. I have no idea who's here but I take my phone out ready to dial 911 for the cops to take they a**es back to wherever they came from. I all of sudden get pretty brave and get the guts to collect all my stuff out the trunk and unlock the front door.

    All the lights are turned off but the one lamp in the living room. I hear no movement which freaks me out but then . . . .

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    A few hours later.

    I wake myself up while tied to a chair in a dark room. My head hurts and it's throbbing like crazy. Maybe I got knocked out or something. Next thing I know I hear a familiar voice stumble in the room.

    "Thought you can move on without me, huh?" They turn on a lamp and I can tell we're in Deon's room.

    I get a good gllimpse of the figure who decided to talk. "Mom?"

    "Oh so now Imma mom now?" I can feel the pure vodka on her breath as her disheveled self stands over me. "I deserved that title years ago." I keep quiet. She paces around scratching her nappy a** hair, sorta limping.

    I remember her reckless a** f**king up our lives. Like taking her work check to buy drugs instead of paying the bills, or her disappearing for days to weeks leaving us without any food, or even her bringing some drunk a** looking n**ga all up in the house smashing and sh*t in the other room.

    "I should be the one living in th is b**ch you call a home, Tyra." She motions for one of the four thugs standing in each corner of the room to come here and whispers something in their ear. They head to Deon's safe in his bathroom and take out all the cash in it. All $25,890 of it. They hand it to her.

    She waves it in my face and I interrupt, "Where's Deon?"

    "Somewhere safe don't worry about it," she smirks putting the money in a raggedy black leather briefcase.

    One of the men with a scar on his face, stands behind me.

    "Now Tyra, I hear you're pretty good at basketball," (I'm glad she never came to any of my games cuz she woulda f**ked it up), "You wanna keep that dream or. . ."

    "Or what," I grunt through gritted teeth.

    She leaves wit the briefcase and the one guy wit the scar on his face unties me and tells me the details of this deal, then leaves.

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Ooh, what was Tyra's mom talking about?

What was the deal?

Where's Deon?

Stay tuned.

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