《Killing Me Softly With His Song》𝐈𝐈
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𝙺𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚢𝚊𝚑 𝚁𝚎𝚎𝚍
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Hi i'm Kasiyah,
I don't like the way you talk and the fact that I can hear it through a piece of paper is concerning... your in prison. you have time. Sadly, it doesn't interest me if you want to send these letters or not but it is my job to reply. And in your own words, Oh yeah you ass bet not respond back i got a plan to stop me from doing this :).
Kasiyah giggled at what she had wrote, she often found herself funny. After hours of wondering whether she should send a letter back she swallowed her pride and did so.
Kasiyah did not respond to to rudeness well, in high school a girl in her history class had told her to stop talking so loud and being ghetto. Minutes later the same girl was in the corner of the room with blood down her nose and a dislocated arm.
Consequently, she was excluded for a week and her mother didn't take it well. All that concerned her mother was wether she won the fight or not. Of course Kasiyah said she won, her mother was pleased about that. Her father even took her out to Popeyes to get her favourite meal from there as a "congratulations" gift.
On her way out of the house to send the letter, her phone ringed signalling it was Aniyah. Aniyah was Kasiyah's cousin, since young they had been stuck together like glue. They were bestfriends through thick and thin.
"Hey Kay", she spoke, booming through her phone speaker.
"Hey sista sista", Kasiyah laughed.
"You gon pick me up right, I just have one more head to do and then Tamari's closing up the shop because he's got to give somebody a cut", rambled Aniyah.
Like Kasiyah, Aniyah was very successful she had big dreams and fulfilled them. At the age of 23, she opened her store where she would do hair, nails and sell bonnets and durags. Alongside her was Tamari, Aniyah and Tamari had met in a club at a party. Tamari was so drunk that he spoke about everything including the struggles of having to put a meal on his family's table and working on the streets.
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Aniyah and Tamari had met up again and he learnt about her plans to open up a boutique, it was then Aniyah's marvellous idea to have Tamari join her as she was surprised when she heard he could cut hair. Nothing more had come out of their relationship but friends and they were happy with that. Friends that win together.
"Ok that's cool, i'm going to see Kamiyah and Sekani today, we are gonna go get some ice cream, you can join us right?", Kasiyah asked.
"Yeah that's fine, but we are going out right after.", said Aniyah so fast.
"Going where?"
"Going out..."
"Going bed."
"Going out"
"....to bed."
"Girl your coming out with me.", laughed Aniyah.
"Girl please, tell Tamari I said hi.", Kasiyah said ending the call.
Kasiyah never met Tamari and that was mainly because Aniyah would offer to do Kasiyah's hair in the comfort of her own home rather than in the shop. Although they never spoke they always said hi to each other when Aniyah was on the phone just to be polite.
With only 2 hours to spare she went into her room humming to the song "Boom Boom Room" by Roddy Rich. She felt really hot so she decided to take a shower, when done she completed all of her hygiene and put on brown joggers with a brown hoodie with her khaki kanye slides.
Because she was quick, she had thirty more minutes so she decided to sit and watch greys anatomy when her laptop pinged. From her phone she checked the email and mentally roled her eyes.
Opening it her eyes met with Murda's mug shot. Below the attachment her boss, Denise, had written "Hi Kasiyah, this is just a little bit of background on who we are dealing with, when comfortable I would like you to meet him to ensure that he sees the advantages of this treatment physically rather than through paper, if you do have any questions don't hesitate to contact me. Thanks."
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See him? As far as Kasiyah was aware she would not be going anywhere, not until they paid for every litre of fuel she would use to go down there.
Scrolling through the attachment, Kasiyah mentally made note of Murda's file.
Tremani Wright
23rd April 1996
: 17 May 2020
: N/A sent straight to prison
: Drug charges, possession of marijuana, aggressive towards police, resistance against his arrest.
: Present mother who visits him to this day, father died when he was 8, 3 siblings.
Staring at the circumstances, Kasiyah refused to believe one ounce of what had been written, it baffled her as to how the police could write absolutely anything on ones record especially without interviewing the suspect.
Grabbing a bottle of water and her bag she walked out of her apartment giving a few head nods to her neighbours and security, and approached her car. Her black range rover sat in the car park beeping as she unlocked it with her keys.
Almost instantly her music started booming through her speakers. Just as she liked it.
Kasiyah grabbed her phone from her bag and called Aniyah to come outside.
"We outside!" yelled Kasiyah.
"Yuhhh imma be out there in a minute." said Aniyah.
Within five minutes Aniyah walked out with Tamari behind her, leaving Kasiyah confused.
"Hey bae!", squealed Aniyah. "This nigga didn't want to stay at the store by himself, the customer cancelled last minute."
"Mahn I swear yo shop always giving me a reason to quit." said Tamari shaking his head as he sat in the back seat of Kasiyah's rover.
"Nigga those are your clients not mine" mugged Aniyah.
"Nigga YOU refer them to me so they are yours.." Tamari rolled his eyes.
"Waddup Kasiyah" said Tamari.
"Hey" smiled Kasiyah.
"See, respectful. My mama would like you. Aniyah take notes, throwing the word nigga around like you get paid to say it" Said Tamari slouching in his seat.
"Shut yo ass up." , said Aniyah as Kasiyah giggled.
After Aniyah and Tamari bickered for over ten minutes they finally arrived at the mall. Kasiyah spotted Kamiyah and Sekani with their dad and went over to him, exchanged a few words and took them to go get ice cream.
"Who are they?" whispered Sekani with his hand over her ear.
"Sekani be polite, they can hear you", said Kamiyah. Sekani mugged her.
"Tamari I swear on the man above, if you tell me one more complaint about our store I'll end you" said Aniyah keeping her calm. Kasiyah laughed as she walked over to the table they were at.
"Kamiyah, Sekani this is Aniyah and Tamari.", said Kasiyah introducing them to each other.
"Awwww yall are cute" cooed Aniyah.
"Add the pretty and grown and we cool" sassed Kamiyah.
"Ok now I like you" laughed.
"Kam ion know who you think you are", mugged Sekani.
"Boy bye I was just playing", she said crossing her arms.
"Yall wanna go get ice cream?", said Tamari.
"Orrrr you can show me how to use the glock in your back pocket", smiled Sekani tightly.
"I wanna play! I wanna play!", jumped Kamiyah.
"Tamari, go wait in the car", said Aniyah through gritted teeth.
"I swear you always give me a reason to return back to my old ways, because ion get paid enough to deal with yo ass, I used to make thousands if not millions dealing with crack-", he replied mugging her until Kasiyah cut his speech short.
"Alright yall, we are gonna go and get some ice cream, Kamiya and Sekani let's go", she said holding each of their hands in hers as they walked to the ice cream parlour leaving Tamari and Aniyah at eachother.
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