The Way He Loves Me

Diamond Johnson

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 26 septembre 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648540264
• Langue: English

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© 2016
Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
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All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
Contents



1. Mackenzie King

2. Mackenzie King

3. Darryon Jordan

4. Mackenzie King

5. Maddison King

6. Mackenzie King

7. Janeiro Armstrong

8. Mackenzie King

9. Darryon Jordan

10. Janeiro Armstrong

11. Mackenzie King

12. Janeiro Armstrong

13. Maddison King

14. Mackenzie King

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Synopsis

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1

Mackenzie King
10 years ago; the past



The year of 2004
“F -I-G-H-T! FIGHT PATRIOTS FIGHT! COME ON!” I screamed at the top of my lungs along with the other cheerleaders. Tonight was a home game at my high school, which was Miramar High, and this game meant a lot to me. For starters, I was finally a senior, and captain of the cheerleading team. Before I graduated, I hoped that I could witness our varsity football team go to Orlando to play in the championship. I have been on the cheerleading team all four years in high school, and our football team has never made it that far. So, tonight, I didn’t care if I went hoarse as I screamed.
We were in the fourth quarter of the football game with only five minutes left, and the other team, which was St. Thomas, had the ball now. I didn’t know that much about football, but St. Thomas was now in the lead with twenty-one points, while our team had fourteen. Clearly, in order for us to win this game, our boys needed to tighten up and score another touchdown. It looked like it was damn near impossible because those St. Thomas niggas did not come to play. I swear, some of the players on that team didn’t even look like regular high school football players; them niggas looked like straight up NFL players.
“Y’all need to stop doing all of that damn talking and cheer our boys on! Next person I see playing around, I’m taking you off the field,” I turned around and said to my teammates.
I knew these bitches couldn’t stand me, and hell, I didn’t blame them. So, the question might be asked, who exactly is Mackenzie King and what it is about me that causes so many females to hate on me all of the damn time? Well, first things first. I was beautiful as hell, and my man, Darryon, who was walking around somewhere with his niggas made sure to tell me that every day. When I started at Miramar, I was a few shades darker than what is considered “red,” but having cheerleading practice in the middle of the damn sun after school and on weekends caused my skin to change, but it’s fine because I loved my newly caramel skin. It made my hazel eyes that I had inherited from my mother stand out. My jet black, silky curly hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, where I had my cheerleading bow sitting on top of it. My grade of hair came from my father since he was mixed with Jamaican, and often times people referred to me as a “Coolie gyal” because of my hair, but mainly my dad. It was something that he had been calling me ever since I was a little girl.
Standing at 5’7” at the age of eighteen, I had the body of a grown woman; tiny ass waist, thick thighs, and a fat ass. The niggas around the school would literally camp out in front of the locker room to see me walk out the doors because it was just something about seeing my sexy body in this cheerleading uniform that they just couldn’t get enough of. I was the shit around campus, and while all of the boys had an infatuation with me, I only had eyes for one person, and that was the love of my life, Darryon Jordan. It was just something about the way he loves me that had me going crazy for his ass.
While I was the pretty, smart, captain of the cheerleading team, I feel like Darryon only came to school so that he could sell weed to whoever was willing to cop anything from him. Darryon wasn’t trying to be a dope boy, well I hope that wasn’t on his list of plans, but you see, he was the type of nigga who was always looking for ways to make money. I loved Darryon with all of my heart, but I’ll be the first to say that I didn’t agree with some of the moves that he was making. I took my education very seriously, but often times, I almost felt like Darryon took everything as a joke. If it weren't for me doing the majority of his homework and shit, his ass wouldn’t even have enough credits to be considered graduation ready.
Earlier in the year, I had applied to the University of California Los Angeles, and any day now, a decision should be coming through in the mail. Darryon was fine with that because he said that the reason he was selling drugs is so that if I do get accepted, he would have enough money to get an apartment out there for us. I mean, I had no reason not to believe him because I just couldn’t see him letting me be thousands of miles away from him, so I trusted that he was going to do what he had to do.
Darryon and I met during my sophomore year in high school. He wasn’t from here; he was from Pompano, but after getting into a fight and using a pocket knife as a weapon, he was expelled from school and kicked out of the district, which is why he had to relocate this way. When my eyes landed on Darryon’s for the first time, it was something about the cockiness in his walk that made me fall in love with him at just one glance.
At fifteen years old, I still really wasn’t into boys like that because I had some strict ass parents, my mother being the strictest. But it was something about Darryon that had me looking at him in a way that I’ve never looked at any other boy before. I mean, I should have shied away from his ass and known that he was trouble because he didn’t even come to school with a book bag; all he did was carry a lead pencil behind his ear. Darryon’s skin tone was the color of milk chocolate and he had the prettiest set of white teeth. His waves were so damn sexy, that if you stared too long, you may fuck around and get seasick. Darryon wasn’t the biggest, he was probably about 145 pounds even, but he did have a little muscle on him, so it was fine with me.
One day, when I was walking down the halls, he placed a letter in my hands that said, Why you always staring at a nigga? You see something you like or something? I don’t know why, but reading that letter caused my dumb ass to beam with the brightest smile on my face. I couldn’t resist, even if I wanted to. Later on that day, he finally came over and talked to me after school, and the rest has been history ever since. I knew I loved this man because my mother would faithfully take me and my little sister, Maddison, to church, so I knew about saving my virginity until I got married. But about six months into my relationship with Darryon, I had opened my legs to him for the first time, which is another reason why my hips and thighs were spreading the way that they were.
“You telling us to cheer, when your ass over there in la-la land. The fuck is you over there thinking about?” my best friend since we were five years old asked me.
I didn’t even answer her, I just shook my head and laughed at her silliness. I was always telling the other girls to stop having sidebars while we were on the field, so I felt like I had to follow my own rules. Monica was actually the co-captain of the cheerleading team, and I loved her ass to death. There wasn’t a thing about me that she didn’t know, even things that I was ashamed of coming to her and telling her. She knew everything because I knew that she wasn’t the type of person who would judge me.
Only Monica and Darryon knew about the trip to the clinic that I had made four months ago to get an abortion. My parents would kill me if they knew that I was pregnant, and judging from the look on Darryon’s face when I told him about the pregnancy and how fast he handed me over that money, I knew he wasn’t ready for kids either. When I had to sit a few games out, I told the team that I was just suffering from a cold. Letting them know the truth, which was that me and my boyfriend were careless in using condoms and it resulted in a child’s life being terminated, was not an option.
I asked God for forgiveness every day because killing my baby made me feel like the worst person in the world. While it still bothered me at times, to Darryon it was almost as if he couldn’t care less about the fact that I had to abort our child. That’s just how Darryon was; he didn’t care about much these days.
“And that’s game! St Thomas wins with twenty-eight and Miramar fourteen,” the announcer said.
I watched as some of the players on our team walked with their heads down, and some were even crying. They had worked so hard, going the whole season undefeated, so I could only imagine how they were feeling. Damn, it just hit me that tonight was my last time ever cheering at a varsity football game. Wow!
I grabbed my cheerleading bag off the gate and Monica and I walked through the crowd. I was mainly looking for Darryon because it was Friday night and Monica would be spending the night at my house, so I needed him to take us home. When I spotted him, he was posted up on the gate with a whole bunch of other dudes, some way older than h