Page 32 of We Could Be Better

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For the life of me I couldn’t get myself together; I was still weak behind my man leaving me for another woman who he had kids with.

But this had been how shit was since we were younger, so I thought he would eventually come back.

I was wrong though because this time around he looked as if he was so happy with her.

Like I was nothing or we didn’t have any history together; I couldn’t believe this was what life came to be.

Today was my first day back in the shop after everything had gone down.

Kyra, Dreka, and Ryder were missing and on top of that I hadn’t heard from Nik since everything went down.

I couldn’t believe should stoop so low; we were like a family but she had fucked everyone’s trust up and I heard through the street she and Keem were still fucking around.

I tried reaching out to her on many different occasions, but all my text and calls went unanswered which was beyond me because she was the one in the wrong, so I didn’t understand why she was mad at everyone else.

“Hey everyone;” I spoke as I walked into the shop.

I don’t know where our shop would be if we didn’t have other people working beside us. Kyra or myself hardly ever stepped foot in there. Especially with how my life was falling apart; I tried to kill myself a few time, but I realized it wasn’t worth it. He just wasn’t worth my sanity or my dignity.

“Thank God you are back I need you to freshen up my sew in.” Chanel said

Chanel was someone I went to high school with and she was bad at doing hair.

When I gone on business or having my moment she is who I leave in charge of the shop.

Unlike these other females in here I trust Chanel with my life and she had never led me wrong; she’s been there through some dark moments with me.

But I didn’t tell her about my recent episode with Chaz because a part of me was embarrassed.

“Ok, let me check my email and see what appointment I have.”

Pulling out my phone to check my email I was shocked as hell when I rolled across an email with Dreka name.

I immediately opened it and knew after looking over the address I had to act quickly.

She was sending me a sign letting me know where she was located had to be.

I didn’t know what to do or who to call, but I knew I couldn’t sit on this shit, so I called the first number I could think of which was 911.

If I would’ve called Cash or Keem they would’ve had to have meetings and shit to get a crew together.

I couldn’t wait on them; I knew for a fact those boys in blue would get them up out there and I was going to be in the car waiting.

“911 What’s your emergency?”

“Ma’am I have an address where three hostages may be held.”