My Stepdad

6

Nyla Iman POV

Place: at the library 

Tuesday, Oct 16. 2019

TIME: 4:21 p.m.

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“So how do you guys wanna go about this project?” I asked while looking over Tyrone, Malik, and Lemenka.

“Ion een know to be honest, I’ll pay you to do my part.” Tyrone said while licking his lips at me.

“No, if you don’t wanna do your part, tell Mrs.Blake. I don’t won’t you wasting my time Tyrone.” I said while going over my notes for the project.

“If you were light skin, you wouldn’t be this mean. Ain’t that right?” Tyrone said while dapping up Malik. I seen Lemenka look at them in disgust before she looked at me.

“Lemenka do you mind if I order an Uber for us, so we can go to a different library? I’m not gonna be working with these people.” I said while putting my notes and laptop away.

“Yeah go ahead.” She said while she rose up from her seat. “I didn’t know if your skin tone describes your personality or how you act.” She added on.

“Y’all doing the most, sit y’all asses down.” Malik whispered at us.

“I’m not gonna work with disrespectful people.” I said while tryna order an Uber but Malik snatched it from me.

“Gimme my phone!” I whispered yelled.

He shook his head no, “Sit y’all asses down.”

I didn’t wanna cause a scene so I sat down with an attitude.

“You’ll get it later, lose the attitude mama.” He whispered making me mug him.

I can’t wait for 6 so I can get away from these people.

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Keshawn Greene POV

Place: trap house

TIME: 5:21 p.m.

“Aye D, come hea’. Lemme holla at ya.” I yelled as I stood in kitchen making sure the trap hoes were doing what they were supposed to.

“Wassup Ghost?” He mumbled as he caught up to me.

“We gonna fly to Cuba for a meeting around thanksgiving, I’m letting ya know so you have time to make arrangements with your mom.” I told him. He shook his head letting me know he understood and dapped me up.

D is my nigga, but he’s childish. He’s older than me and still living with his mom.

“Ghost Leah is here.” One of the trap hoes said, I ignored her and made my to the front.

I gripped her by her hair and dragged her to an empty room.

“f**k is you doing here.” I whispered angrily.

“I want my daughter back and for you to leave us alone.” She mumbled as she scratched her self. dumb ass crackhead.

“Miss me with that shit.” I said as I slapped her. “Guess what b***h? I’m gonna have custody over Nyla so we’ll never see yo b***h ass again. Give it a few days.” I wickedly said. 

“I’ll get my daughter back, you’ll see.” She muttered as she pushed passed me.

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Leah Iman POV

@5:49 p.m.

I drove around the library hoping to see library, and just my luck she was. I rolled my window down as I parked in front of the library.

“Nyla come here!” I yelled as I waved my hand. She gave me a look of confusion before she ran into the car.

“Wassup mom?” She stated she looked over at me.

“I’m sorry for being a terrible mother to you growing, I’m sorry for not being there, I’m sorry you had to grow up fast. I’m sorry for putting you in this f****d situation, but I promise you we’ll get out of this situation.” I said with tears in my eyes.

She looked over at me and gave me sad smile, “I really want to forgive you but it’s gonna be extremely hard.”

“It’s fine, I understand.” I said as I parked in a hotel.

“How did you find?” She asked as I put the car in park.

“I was just driving around.” I honestly stated, she nodded her letting she understand.

“We’re gonna stay here for a week, and don’t worry about clothes. I have some for you.” I mumbled as I got out of the car.

We walked into the hotel and checked in.

“This a nice ass hotel.” Nyla commented as she looked around.

“Watch yo mouth Nyla.” I said sternly. She raised her hands in defense and backed up, “My bad ma.”

“Mhm.” I muttered as I took the key from the clerk.

“Thank you ma’am.” Nyla said before she jogged to the elevator. We got in and ascended into the 3rd floor. We got off and began looking for our hotel room.

“Ma I found it.” Nyla nudged to the last hotel door.

I gave her a pat on the shoulder and opened the door.

“We got a nice room.” She said looking amazed.

“Alright let’s get— why yo phone keep going off hun?”  I cut myself off.

She took a deep breath before her lips trembled, “Keshawn keeps calling my phone and texting it. He’s saying if you don’t come back with me imma kill you. He’s saying you gotta watch ya back mom.” She stopped to take breather and looked back at her phone again, “if he find out we’re together, he’s gonna kill you in front of me.”

I felt my heartbreak but I have to be strong for the both of us, “Don’t worry Nyla, mommy I got you.” I brought her in for a hug and we stayed like that for a while.

“Let’s watch movies and talk.” I said releasing her from the hug.

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Nyla Iman POV

@7:23 p.m.

“Hey mom, can I ask you a question?” I said as I bit into an Oreo.

“Yeah of course.” She said taking her attention away from the movie we’re watching.

“Why were you so mean to me growing?” I asked watching her tense up.

“Your dad left me because of your skin color. He’s a very dark skin man and I’m obviously I’m light skin. He resented you for having his skin color. He didn’t want no black baby so he left. And I resented you for that, I couldn’t cope with the fact he left me so I did drugs.” She said.

I bit the inside of my cheek to hold from saying something stupid, “Did you know that he’s colorist when you started dating him?” I asked she hesitantly nodded her head.

“Why’d you date him then?” I asked.

“I thought he was different and we weren’t expecting you to come out so dark!” She blurted out.

“Do you know where my dad is at now?” I questioned, I wanna talk to this man.

“I do.” She said with sad smile, “You want his contact information don’t you?” 

I nodded my head yes, I just want some closure.

She wrote something down on a paper before she passed it to me.

It had his name Marcus Iman, address 116  Dairy Rd,  phone number 550-111-2222, and email marcusiman01@gmail.com

“Ma why you got his last name?” I asked curiously.

“Long ass process for the court to remove his last name, and I have faith that he’ll come back to me.” She said making cringe, dumb ass b***h.

“When’s the last time y’all spoken?” I questioned.

“Since the day he left us.” She answered making me shake my head in disgust.

“Why’d you marry Keshawn?” I really have to know this.

“Money and drugs.” She answered making me frown.

“Did you know he was gonna take advantage of me? Is that why you made me wear that lingerie?” I could feel the tears begging to come out.

“I did but I didn’t wanna have s*x with so I offered you up.” She replied making me shake my head.

I hopped off the bed and rushed out the door, but to my surprise Keshawn was standing in front of me with a smirk on his face.

Aw s**t.