Everybody Has a Story 2 Tell

By Kailer Hayes

She worked hard to escape the hood. Shes going to school to make a better life not just for herself but for her sisters, nieces, and nephew as well. She takes all the Ls so her family will not lose. After all the pain she face from her mother going to jail, her sister label as a Queen Pin and the only man she loved played her. As Kyla try to become a better woman, the obstacles keep coming her way. As much as she fights to stay strong for her family. Will she survive?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 25, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456722715

Kailer Hayes

Kailer Camilla Hayes was born in Jersey City, NJ on December 13, 1989. Hayes spent her childhood living with her aunt, eight children and struggled mother. The absence of her father affected Hayes greatly during her early days, causing her to feel incomplete. Growing up she watched her cousins become pregnant before the age of eighteen. Determined to break the cycle, Kailer continued her road in education. In 2008, she graduated from St. Anthony High School in Jersey City, NJ, following her enrollment in Bloomfield College where she studied Nursing. By her second year of college she began to struggle financially and could no longer attend Bloomfield College. However Kailer did not quit, by the next semester Hayes was registered at Hudson County Community College, where she is now working towards her Associates in Sociology.

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Everybody Has A Story 2 Tell

KAILER HAYES

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© 2011 Kailer Hayes. All rights reserved.

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First published by AuthorHouse 1/19/2011

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Success comes only if you are hungry for it, so go in like you got life for it.

Kay words

Contents

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 30

Loyalty is everything and Honesty is Trust

This book is dedicated to Baby-boy. Thanks for showing me what love and pain really is, Love is really about pain. I love you. Keep your head and heart up.

First and foremost, I would like to thank God for everything he has done for me. I was not given a father. I was blessed with three mothers: Takebreal Peanut Hayes, Ruth Mommay Henderson, and Tonja Henderson. I love you. And to my father Elliot Johnson (Thanks for everything)

Thanks to the left side of my chest, Keshia, (AKA Key Baby), and Keren, (AKA Kay) to me. Ya’ll are my Kay Twins. I love y’all. To my brothers, Anthony (AKA Ant) and Khalil (AKA Forever [Butta]). A special thanks to my Halo Na, my big sister Briana, my little sister Stanphne, and my best chick, Zakia. I love y’all. (Thanks for the love and loyalty). My nieces Promyze and Brea (I love y’all). To my aunts: Kim, Pookie, Sanrda and Shay. To my uncles: Bo, Willie Woods, P.E., Josh and Shy. To my cousins: Crystal, Diana (AKA Blue), Yamilet, Tee-Tee, Briana, Poppy, Ashley, Byceem, Nyshira, Jennifer and Neesee – and to y’all kids too many to name and all my other cousins. Special thanks to T.J. (AKA Pop Boogie); I love you man.

To my grandmother who’s in heaven, Diana Hayes: I love you, grandma. To my Grandfather Booker and his wife, Shawn. Thanks to my B.W.W. family. To the Stewart family, Mrs. Stewart, Dah-Dah, Quaheem, Loyalty, and LaQuanna. Thanks for all the love and support. Y’all are my second family. A special thanks to my best friend, Anthony M. Lastly, to my girls, Ciara (AKA my Babygirl), Atavia (AKA my Tay), Dee Dee (AKA my B.F.F.) and Chazmin (AKA my fav cuddy): I love y’all to the max. I fight and argue with y’all, but what I have with y’all is unbreakable. Thanks for all the love. A very special thanks to someone special in my life: Terell Sieg Sandifer. I love you. You showed me what love really means. And to your brother, Ant, I love you, bro. (Keep your head and heart up)

Finally, thanks to everybody who believed in me. I truly do love y’all. Thanks for the support.

I truly believe everybody has a story to tell and nobody’s story is well.

From KayLove

My Heart

As I sit here wondering where did I go wrong,

It hurts so bad thinking I’ve find someone so great to replace you,

But all I keep doing is compare you to everything in this world,

All I wanted you to do was love me, spoil me, and most of all never hurt me.

I told myself I’d never fall in love again unless the boy was a friend,

Only to find myself crying and hurting again,

And at the worst time in my life, all I want to know is Are you still happy without me?

Everyone keeps telling me it will get better in due time,

But it hurt that you’re not mine,

I would wish anyone to feel this pain that I’m feeling,

It feels like jail. I’m alone.

You became my drug, and I became addicted, and it’s too late to turn or look back.

Life feels like it can’t get no better without you.

I should have given you an NBA ring for all the games you played with me.

You showed me the love we had was not real. I guess I’m just another name in your little black book

The man who broke my heart still holds a piece of my heart.

I love you, Baby-boy

EVERYBODY HAS A STORY TO TELL

Everybody has a story to tell, my story far from well,

Big sis sitting in the county jail with $350,000 bail,

I feel like I’m living in hell.

My daddy been raping me and my sisters since I was like twelve,

But what I’ll do is keep going like I got life,

Or die trying to.

I done been through it all, but I’ll never want put my feet in my mother shoes.

Hell, not even my big sister too.

Now I got a nephew and sisters who depend on me not to lose.

I do not know what I should do,

Not just for them but for me too.

This goes for everybody, boy and girl, who thinks they are alone.

No, you guys are far from alone.

Cause everybody has a story to tell. Nobody story is well

Everybody Has A Story to Tell

CHAPTER 1

Kyla had just gotten in from seeing Queen at the county jail. As soon as she walked in the door, the phone started ringing. She looked at the caller ID: it was Cash. Kyla rolled eyes into the back of her head. She was tired of him stringing her along. The only reason she kept him around because he gave her money and always made sure she was good.

Hello, Kyla said.

What’s up? he said.

Nothing. Just got in from seeing Queen.

Oh, that’s what’s up? How is she?

She’s good. You know, holding her head, Anyway how are you? Kyla replied, not really caring – just making conversation

I’m good. I wondered if you wanted to chill tonight.

See, I knew it, she thought. The only reason he called was to fuck.

Nah, I have a big exam tomorrow. I’ll call you tomorrow afternoon.

Okay, Cash said.

After hanging up, Kyla hopped into the shower and brushed her teeth again. She put her hair in a ponytail and threw on some sweatpants and a T-shirt. As she got her things together and walked out the door, she hoped and prayed she would get out of class early.

Kyla wishes came true; she did get out of class early. On her way home, she went to the grocery store to get some food for the house. When Kyla walked into the house, she couldn’t believe it: shit was everywhere; the baby, Brea, was crying; and the phone was ringing. First, she answered the phone.

Hello?

This is the New York operator. I have a collect call from … ‘Queen’. If you wish to pay for this call, press one now.

Kyla pressed one and waited.

What’s up? Queen asked.

Nothing, just got in from class, Kyla answered letting out a deep breath.

Oh, how was it? And why? You sound like you’re upset or something. Is everything okay? Queen asked, feeling bad that she could not do anything to help.

Everything cool, and class was fine. I got a B on my English paper. Anyway how are you? Kyla asked, no longer making the topic about her. She hate telling Queen about the bullshit Diamond and Mari were doing.

I’m good. You know, holding my head. Where is Parish at?

He’s in the living room watching TV. Would you like to speak with him?

Yeah.

Okay, hold on. Kyla called Parish to get the phone, and he came running with joy, knowing that it was his mother or father on the phone.

Hello? Parish said.

Hey! Baby-boy, Queen said smiling. How are you?

Hi, Ma. I miss you.

I miss you too. Are you being a good boy for auntie?

Yes, Ma. When are you coming home? Parish asked in a very sad voice.

Queen hated when Parish asked her that question. Hell, she did not know the answer to the question herself. I’ll be home soon baby. Just keep being a good boy for auntie.

Okay, Ma.

I love you, Parish.

I love you too, ma, Parish said with a sad voice that brought tears to Queen eyes.

Kyla gave Brea a bottle of milk while Parish was talking and rocked her to sleep.

She laid Brea down in Diamond’s bed, and then went back to the kitchen and got the phone from Parish. She sat down at the kitchen table. Did you speak to my lawyer? Queen asked Kyla.

Yeah, I have to go bring her some money to tomorrow. She should be coming to see you sometime this week.

Okay.

The operator came in on their call. You have sixty seconds left for this call.

My time is running out, sis, but never my love, I love you.

I love you more, sis. See you next week, Kyla said and hung up.

CHAPTER 2

Kyla, Brea, Diamond, and Parish all lived at Queen’s house. Queen, Kyla and Mari were sisters, although Queen had a different father. Kyla and Mari’s father was also the father of Karen and Diamond.

Queen, Kyla, and Mari’s mother was on drugs and had been in and out of jail for half of their lives. As Kyla and Mari had the same father, who had his things together, they went to stay with him when their mother was sentenced to six years in jail for drugs.