Encounter

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———Mahalia's POV ———
I left work happy and excited. I got off early because my manager had some place to be and wanted everyone to have the rest of the day off. He was going to speak to someone about remodeling the whole place so hopefully we wouldn't have to go in next week. It was hot and I felt like going to Walmart today so that's what I was gone do. I got home about fifteen minutes later and ran upstairs to take a shower. Things were going great and I felt like finally shit would be alright.

I pulled off my work clothes and placed them in the dirty laundry, then I freshened myself up and applied some lip gloss to my lips. My hair was kinda growing back so I did my edges and applied some mousse to my hair to give it that extra bounce. My fat face went well with my short hair and I was loving it. My knee was finally getting better thanks to Derrick at therapy and my bruised ribs weren't bruised no more.

I pulled out some shorts from my closet along with a burgundy spaghetti strap tank top and some ankle strap tan brown sandals. I put some lotion on my body, some smell good, then the clothes and grabbed my keys and went out the door. I was gone call my Daddy later on and ask him a few questions about this lady he thinks he knows so well.

Last night, all I could think about was the kiss Zaire and I shared and I felt overjoyed. He really was my boyfriend. I was still a lil skeptical because I was his first big girl but I wasn't an experiment. I was a human.

——— Romeeka's POV ———
Every since that day that me, Jocelyn, and Jaliyah beat that girl, I been feeling the need to watch my back. I had two jobs, and life was good. I did get an STD from fucking my cousins man...but living life like this was scandalous for me. I wanted to be accepted so bad and I offered this pussy up to anyone that would show me a lil piece of love. I wanted love, even if it wasn't real love.

I heard about Jocelyn and her boyfriend house getting destroyed and then Jaliyah called me to let me know she was having the same feelings as I was. Like someone was watching me. I thought about turning myself in every day because the fat bitch almost died and it wasn't gone be nun but Jocelyn's fault cause I was gone plead insanity.

I left out my house and went to my car and got in. I dunno what was wrong with me. I prayed every day and went to church, still didn't get no blessings. I wasn't completely unhappy either. I just know that I was doing something wrong. From sleeping with my professor's husband, to my aunties brother, I knew I was fucking up bad.

———Keyon's POV ———
I finally could leave the fucking hospital. I wasn't completely healed but I was stable enough to walk out on my own. The images of Mahalia and words that Mahalia told me the day she visited me replayed in my mind over and over again.

If you think you the only one she's sleeping with, you're wrong. Ask her who house she living in.

I should have known not to go and screw up a good home. Avery didn't give me what Mahalia gave me. Avery wasn't nun but a white hoochie mama. I've been having these thoughts of cheating for a long time and I enjoyed it because of the thrill. I know I was fucking wrong but it was so much better knowing I shouldn't have been doing it. I guess Mahalia had changed her number and shit 'cause a n*gga called her number multiple times and it ended up being someone else.

I just wanted her to know the truth. The truth about everything.

———Mahalia's POV ———

At Walmart, I saw this cute couple that reminded me of my mama and my Daddy. Daddy and mama always had a close bond that I wanted when I got older. I remember on father's day I had wanted to sing a song for my Daddy when I was around twelve. I was in the kitchen, everybody in there, I mean everybody. I opened my damn mouth and sung the lyrics like,