Who Can You Trust (The Break Down). Keosha Boone's Gowins
Who Can You Trust –The Break Down
Copyright © 2012 Keosha Gowins. All rights reserved.
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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.
Published by: Keosha Gowins | [email protected]
Edited by: Anita Pittman
Text Layout & Cover Design by:
Eli Blyden | www.crunchtimegraphics.net
Published in eBook format by eBookIt.com
Category: Drama, Novel, Friendships, Teens, Young Adults
First edition: March 2012
ISBN 13: 978-0-615-61698-8
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Printed in the United States of America
Other Publications by Keosha Gowins:
WHO CAN YOU TRUST – NEW BEGINNINGS
WHO CAN YOU TRUST – THE FINALE
Dedicated in loving memory of Roderick Solomon, my uncle, and Horace Gowins, my grandfather, who were both very supportive throughout my life. Even at a young age, they both pushed me to achieve greatness, saying the sky is the limit.
Dedicated to Sylvia Gowins, my mother, for making this book possible, and for always encouraging me to keep writing.
Dedicated to all my friends and family for believing in me. I will never forget all the constructive criticism given because it only made me a better writer.
Special thanks to Anita Pittman, and Eli Blyden.
You ever been angry? I mean really angry. Angry enough to kill. So angry you see red and black out? Angry enough till everyone's voice is nothing but mumbles. Pure anger. Everything in me wanted to kill him. I grabbed the gun with every intention on shooting him. I wanted to because I felt like I should have known. I should have never left her alone with him ever. I should have known how he was. That shouldn't have ever happened. If I was being a good brother, it never would of happened.
I wanted to kill him because of all the pain he brought to her. I figured it wasn't the first time that happened because those were the same scared cries from her sleep. He gave her nightmares. He made her have low self- esteem. It was all him. He was a monster but I was just as bad by failing as a brother. Worrying about some cigarettes and something for Erika, my sister was almost raped.
I should have killed him.
I recalled how I felt while in the backseat of the police car. Seeing red were small words compared to how I reacted to his actions towards my sister. Without even thinking, I had clenched my fist and pulled back to smash his face wide open. The fury that raged through me. It was worse than any other fight I had ever been in. I couldn't stop. Even when I stopped to go in my room, anger buzzed around me. I grabbed the gun out my drawer and as I was walking back into the living room where he was laying, all that kept running through my mind was the terrified look on my sister’s face as she saw me half kill him. I hated him for what he did but I also hated him for what he made me look like through my sisters eyes. I looked like more than a druggie at that moment, more than a thief. I had become a murderer.
If teenagers had no drama, liars, fakes or backstabbers, the world would be a better place, but it would also be a boring one. Represented in this book are the cheater, the conceited one, the fake one, the sneaky one, the druggie, and the backstabber. All of which are searching for something rather it be attention, or love, they get it from the wrong place and end up worst then they ever expected.
They face jealous backstabbing friends, and even family lies. In a world like this the big question is who can you trust?
“Come on y’all...5 minutes!!!” Mrs. Morrison yelled at the students as they rushed to get everything ready for our morning show. She then turned to me and said, “Angie, you can go now the balloons and certificate are over there”, she said pointing at the edge of her desk.
“Gotcha Mrs. Morrison”, I said as I grabbed the balloons and certificate. “Terry and Daniel come with me,” I said motioning to them to follow me and we ran out the door to Mr. Carter room. He teaches History, one of the most boring subjects, but he makes it fun and interesting. I had him last year so I was happy to be giving the teacher of the year award to him.
We quietly walked into his portable on the east side of the campus and stood in the back of the class while he talked. We then presented him with his award and left.
We got back to the classroom and Daniel put the equipment up as Mrs. Morrison gave us our next assignment. The bell rang just as she stopped talking. I left the classroom and went to my locker. As I was putting my last book in I felt familiar arms wrap around my waist.
“What's up girl?” I ignored him and pulled out of his embrace. As I turned around I was surprised by the hurt in his eyes. I was not going to let him turn this around on me so I glared at him. “What's wrong with you?”
“I am not about to get into this with you right now, I'll see you later”, I said as I started to walk away but I was grabbed from behind into a hug.
“I didn't have my phone with me”, he said sadly. I knew what he was referring to. It didn't change anything. I'm sure he was around a phone at some point this past weekend.
“Where were you?” I said as I turned around in his arms. He looked guilty and reluctant to tell me the truth. I always liked how he couldn't hide his expressions. He's an open book.
“I was at...um---”,
“Don't lie to me Joe. It'll only make it worst”, I interrupted him.
“I was playing basketball with Ciara”, He said in a long breath. I really do not like her. Ciara has been his best friend since forever. Joe and I started dating last year and I was always jealous of his closeness with her. He spends more time with her then he does with me. It makes me think something else is going on. He assures me that it is platonic and that they are really close. Their parents are practically brothers and sisters. It doesn't help that my parents don't like Joe because he plans to be a NBA player instead of what my dad considers practical like a doctor or lawyer. Yea I know everything is against us.