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close to him and nuzzled my neck with his face. “I know you are ma. I can tell. I need you to know that no matter what happens, I’m here for you. I got a full scholarship to play ball at Tennessee State and I’m gonna get my degree. After that we gon’ get married, move back here, have some babies and live happily ever after. I got you ma. You know that right?”
                  I nodded. “Yeah babe. I know.”
                  “I love you.”
                  “I love you too.”
                  Instead of having sex on my prom night, my boyfriend simply held me in his arms. He knew that what I needed surpassed the physical and at such a young age he understood me. Jordan and Travis’s moans didn’t even change his agenda and I drifted off to sleep knowing that regardless of what happened, my man had my back.
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                  The next morning, I was in Kamal’s black Honda Accord with him and we were headed to my father’s sister’s house. I’d always been close to my Aunt Monica and I’d been staying with her ever since my father’s arrest. When her number popped up on my cell phone’s screen I wasn’t surprised. I flipped my silver Motorola Razer open to answer her call. She must’ve been checking up on me.
                  “I’m good Auntie…”
                  “I know, but your daddy’s on the phone.”
                  I gulped. “Oh, okay. Hey daddy.”
                  “Hey baby girl. How was prom?”
                  “It was fun.” That was all I said. He didn’t need to know about anything else.
                  “Well, I’m gonna take the plea. I just wanted you to know that.”
                  “Y’en going to trial? But…”
                  “If I go to trial I can get twelve years. If I take the plea I’ll get five. I gotta do what I gotta do baby girl. Aunt Mo’s gonna look out for you and you already know that locked down or not, you’re gonna be taken care of. You’re strong baby girl and you’re way past your years.” He cleared his throat. “Let me holla at Kamal real quick.”
                  I didn’t say a word as the hot tears streamed down my face. Damn, all I felt was numb. Now my father was being torn away from me too. When I passed the phone to Kamal he gave me a puzzled look.
                  “He wants to talk to you.”
                  He took the phone and put it to his ear. I didn’t even know what my father was saying, but I could tell from Kamal’s response that he was promising him that he would take care of me.
                  “I got her A. You got my word. I love your daughter more than anything and I’ll never leave her side.” There was a long pause. “That’s my good word and if I don’t keep it you can do what you feel necessary.”
                  I hope he didn’t take my father’s threat lightly. Although I didn’t hear it for myself, I could pretty much tell from what Kamal had said that my pops had threatened his life. With the way I was feeling I had to have faith in something, or I would fall apart. My father would be gone for five years, but that wasn’t that long. By the time he got out he wouldn’t be too old. I trusted Kamal, so I put my life in his hands. There was no way that he’d ever betray me, because our love was real...and rare.
                 
                 
                 
    Chapter 2

     
    Jordan rushed right over after I filled her in on what my father had told me. Finally, we could talk without everybody else around. When she walked through the door of my Aunt Mo’s house, the tears started. She enveloped me in her arms and held on to me. We’d been close since kindergarten, so she was there when my mother was killed. Honestly, when I thought