Lost In His Love: An Urban Drama

Kyanna Williams

H i, welcome to Styles. Can I help you with something? I asked a customer that walked into my store, who didn’t answer but looked at me like I owed her something.

Sorry, she’s a little rude sometimes, but I’ll let you know if she needs you, A guy, who I assume is her boyfriend or husband, said to me. I looked at his finger because I honestly wanted to know, and there wasn’t one. He was extremely handsome though. Caramel complexion, shoulder length dreads, hazel eyes, nice muscular build, and he was tall, he could have been about 6’3. I had to stop myself from staring at him. You could easily get caught up in his eyes.

That’s fine, I’ll be over there, I said pointing to the register before I walked off. When I got to the register, I noticed dude was watching me with the same look, that I had in my eyes, in his. Wait, I didn’t introduce myself; I am Kyanna Williams and I own this store and make any piece of clothing you custom ordered. I have been sewing and making clothes for me and my best friend since I was in middle school.

I need this in a 5. I snapped my head in the direction of the person that called herself talking to me. She was asking about a romper that I had made, but I only made a few to see how they would sell and that one’s the last one. She looked at me like I was beneath her, but she’s in my shit trying to buy my design. She doesn’t know me.

I don’t have that in a 5, but I can make…

I guess she didn’t like the answer I gave her because she threw her hand in the air, waving me off, and walked off before I could tell her I would make her one.

You didn’t let her finish what the fuck she was saying. Why the fuck you being so damn rude? her dude said in an irritated tone.

I want this today. So, right now, she can’t help me, there’s nothing to talk about. Now that pissed me off.

Tess, you stupid as fuck. I’ma wait in the car, you got five minutes. He looked over his shoulder at me one more time before he walked out of the door. He had five minutes for her, but I had nothing for her rude ass. I was ready for that bitch to get out of here.

Ma’am, we are about to close, so you can either get what you have, or you can come back another day.

You close when I leave, she responded, not even looking my way. I don’t know who she thought she was talking to, but she had me all the way fucked up.

No, see that’s where you wrong, we close when I say we are, I stated in the most professional voice that I could muster up. She was about to make me forget this is my place of business. She looked at me with a smirk on her face.

I bet your supervisor wouldn’t agree. Now it is my turn to return the same smirk.

I am the supervisor; as a matter of fact, I am the owner of the store, Kyanna. You can now leave. I don’t need your money. I don’t need her money. My store does well and the one of a kind designs I make for special clients makes even better money. The lil’ bitch didn’t even respond to what I said, she just dropped the shoes she had in her hand and left, which is fine by me.

I closed and locked the door behind her so that I could officially close the store. After I was done with the money and cleaning up the place, I grabbed my things and headed to the house. It didn’t take no time to get there, but when I pulled up, I immediately became pissed. I walked in the house, which was full of men and bitches. One of which was in the lap of my man.

Get the fuck out of my house! Nobody moved, they acted like they didn’t hear me. This isn’t unusual by the way; this is a every weekend thing and I am soooooo tired of the shit. I turned the music down so that this time I would be heard.

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE! NOW!

Aye Twon, you need to control your bitch, some dude said from behind me. I’ve actually never seen his ass before.

Aye, nigga chill. Twon got up and walked toward me. Ky, what the fuck?

Get these folks out my house right now.

They ain’t going nowhere, this my shit too.

Oh, yeah? They ain’t going nowhere? I walked off, not giving him a chance to respond. I knew how to get them out of my house and if I am being perfectly honest, he can go with them. I walked off to get my little friend. I don’t have time to play with their asses tonight. By the time I came back downstairs, everyone was gone including Twon, which is fine by me since I didn’t wanna deal with his ass. He probably didn’t want to deal with the wrath that was about to come. He knew how I could be and today, he’s pressed his luck when he tried to pull the ‘this my shit too’ move. He knows I don’t give a fuck, and this was the first time he tried that, just not the first time he’s had all these damn folks up and through here. I starting to think it’s time to find me another place. Twon’s time is getting limited.

Twon and I have been together for about 3 years. The first 2 were great, but by the time the 3 rd year came around, he began to feel himself. He’s been very disrespectful and its only a matter of time before I leave his stupid ass. He’s really only here because I am comfortable. I know him and I don’t feel like getting to know anybody else. At least with him, I know what I have. My phone began to ring, which pulled me out of my thoughts.

Bitch!!! That’s my best bitch, Christian. Why haven’t I talked to you all day? Christian is my gay husband. Me, him, and Jerika are all best friends. We have been friends since high school. We met in the 9 th grade. We all came from different schools. Jerika moved here from another state, Chris got put out of his middle school, so his family moved so that he could go to another school, and I was from around here. My mom did her best with what she had. Although we were on food stamps and section 8, I didn’t want for nothing. My dad is in jail, has been almost all my life. He got out a few years ago but made little to no effort in keeping in contact with my mom or me. He used to send a birthday card here and there, but as the years went by that stopped. I don’t get anything from him, which is cool, he’s never been a father to me anyway.

I’ve been busy at work. I miss you though.

I miss you too. We’re going out tonight. I’ll call Jerika and tell her. You get dressed, there’s this new club opening and I wanna check it out.

I don’t feel like going out. I all but whined. I didn’t wanna go out tonight. As a matter of fact, I hate going out. Jerika and Chris love it and always made me go with them. I couldn’t care less, laying in the bed with a book or working on a design was all I needed.

You going and don’t make me come over there and dress you myself. You know I will. His ass has attempted to do it multiple times. He has come and gotten clothes or lack thereof, for me to wear in attempt to get me dressed. After I get frustrated enough, because he won’t get off my nerves, I’ll get ready myself.

Ok, but I’m not staying long.

You stay as long as I stay. You know the rules. We never left unless we all were ready, no matter how much someone was ready to go.

Yeah, sure.

Bye bitch, see you in an hour or so.

I didn’t bother responding to him, I simply hung up the phone and went upstairs to start gathering my things for a shower. After I was done with my shower, I made sure my hair was still good from earlier, which it was. I applied a little edge control on my edges and made sure my baby hair was on point. My naturally curly hair was all down from a wash and go I did earlier in the day. The milk shake from Kaleidoscope have my curls looking like I put flexi-rods or something in there. After getting my hair and make-up, which wasn’t much, together, I got dressed. I chose to wear a white jumpsuit with some black sandal heels. I sprayed some Juicy Couture on and took a couple of pics. By the time I was done, my doorbell was ringing.

Yes bitch, yes! Christian said as he walked in the house.

Yes bestie, you look good. I did a turn so they could see all of me.

Thanks, y’all! Jay that dress is everything! Jay had on a nude dress that left nothing for the imagination. It’s very short with the sides and back out. I made it for her and that’s exactly how she wanted it.

That jumpsuit though. I need one in my life. A different color though, she responded.

You know I got you.

He ain’t here is he? Christian asked, talking about Twon. They hated him, that wasn’t always the case. They saw the change the same way I did. They wanted what’s best for their friend. What friend didn’t?

No, he left. He had a whole damn party going on here when I got home. I don’t even know where he is. He didn’t say he was leaving and he hasn’t called since he left. I shrugged my shoulders. At this point, I didn’t want to see him at all.

You can do better, Jay responded. They hate him and right now, I don’t want to talk about that. They said we are going out and I don’t need anything killing my vibe.

Come on, let’s go. I didn’t even respond to that. Christian and Jerika shared a look but didn’t say anything. I am grateful for that. Neither one of them holds their tongues.

What club is this that we going to?

"It’s a new club, called Reflections. I heard its going to be lit and the owners are brothers and they are fine as hell," Jay responded.

Maybe we can get one for you, Christian said.

You know what? I am not about to go there with you tonight. I’m good with who I’m with. Let’s go. I grabbed my clutch and phone and we headed out the door.

When we pulled up, the line was wrapped around the building. I don’t know who they thought was about to stand in it, but it most certainly wasn’t me.

I’m not about to stand in this long ass line. They know I don’t do lines. I don’t like to wait and these heels I have on, are not made for standing for long periods of time.

No, we’re not. You know I don’t do lines. Jastin is at the door. Jastin is Jerika’s brother. He owns a security firm and usually gets all the business for night clubs and shit. He and his crew were the shit and people knew it.

Good. I was really hoping I would have a reason to leave. We parked the car and walked up to the entrance and like Jay said, Jastin was right there when we got there.

Hey Jas! I leaned in and gave him a hug.

What’s up Ky, Christian? he responded as he hugged me back and then dapped up Christian. Christian is gay, but he’s not flamboyant. He dresses like a man and acts like one out in public. The only time he let his other side out is when he’s with me and Jay.

Go on in and behave, he said looking at Jay. You already ain’t got no clothes on and I ain’t trying to catch a case tonight. Jay did what the fuck she wanted to do when she wanted to do it. Men loved her and that’s usually where the trouble came in. She was unapologetically single and didn’t mind reminding all of her little friends that she was tied down to no one. One bad relationship did it for her and ever since, she’s been on ‘fuck these niggas’. I might need to get like her.

No worries, I will be on my best behavior. She kissed him on the cheek and walked off. Christian and I followed behind her. She headed straight to the bar and I was fine with that because I needed a drink myself. As we walked through the club to the bar, I locked eyes with the handsome guy from earlier. I couldn’t forget those eyes if I wanted to. We held the gaze for a moment