It was Micheal. My bestfriend. We've known each other ever since primary school.

He was a year older than me. The tone of his voice, and his beard made his age very evident.

"Yo bro, how have you been? I just saw that guy pull a gun on you. Are you okay?" Micheal asked with a worried look on his face.

"He caught me by surprise. I would have beaten his ass right there if it wasn't for that gun of his." I tried sounding brave by raising my voice a bit, but we all know how coward of a person I truly am.

Up until now, all I can think of was Mikayla. Why was she always on my mind? It's as thought she does not want to leave. It's as though her scent still clinges to my skin. I can still picture the memories we could of made today. But nevertheless.

After plus minus, 10 minutes of being completely zoned out, my day dream is disrupted by a on coming man .

"Move out the way!" as I turned around, it was already too late. Within minutes i was on the floor.

"You fucking bastard!" I uttered those very words with rage as i fell to the floor.

I don't know who that was. By the looks of it, he didn't look like no student. Speaking of which, i had never seen his face before. Who the fuck could this guy be?

Micheal stretches out his hand and helps me to my feet. I shake the dust from my clothing as I look at what seems to be an on coming learner. He too was in a rush.

As much as I wanted to know what was happening, my mother taught me to mind my own business so I left the scene.

I pulled out my phone, went straight into music.

"Yo bro, i don't know if its much but I've been working on a song. I kind of need your opinion on it. It's not much but i would like you to listen.

I place my bag onto the floor, taking out my headphones. As I plug it into my phone, I hand them over to Micheal. I press play.

....Good girls are so hard to find
Nowadays I smoke weed, to get high like the crime
she showed me her true colours
but I guess a nigga colour blind....

I could tell that Micheal was getting real into it.

"Yoooooo!!This is some deep shit bro!" said Micheal while nodding his head to the beat.

The song is called If Only. I wrote it shortly after my break up with Mikayla. I may not be the best at writing lyrics, but it surely helps me get through all the hard moments.

Micheal removes the headphones, handing them back to me.

"I have a feeling that's mean't for Mikayla. What's up bro? Ya'll broke up or what? I thought she was the one." as he uttered those words, I felt that unwavering pressure again.

It felt as though something bad was about to happen, but again I ignored it.

"She dumped me last week bro, that too in front of my mother. She even insulted my mother. That's one thing I just can't get over bro. The fact that she had to insult my dearest mother and that too our standard of living. The fuck did she think I was? I ain't no damn king living in a castle." As I said those words, it felt as though a huge weight was being lifted off my shoulders as I was finally speaking to someone about it.

"I'm really sorry to hear bro, thats really bad from her. She didn't have to go that far."

"It's okay, lets forget about it."

"Sure thing.."

Thats when I get that pressure once again. Nah fuck..Something definitely wasn't right. Its as though a message was being sent to me. But what though?

As me and Micheal take the corner, on our way to class, we spot two hooligans holding Mikayla against the wall. The older looking guy was busy choking her, whereas the other one has a knife to her stomach.

What the hell? Those damn bastards!

I had two options. Either i help her, or i don't. Its as simple as that.

If i help, i might get beaten up, if i don't, she gets hurt. The fuck should i do?

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end of chapter 2


© Maurice Hess