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  A Broken Girl’s Journey 4

  Kylie’s Song

  -A Novel Written by-

  Niki Jilvontae

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  Published by True Glory Publications LLC

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  This novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, real people, living or dead, organizations, establishments or locales are products of the author’s imagination. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously.

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  Acknowledgements

  First, I’d like to thank the Most High for this rare talent and the ability to share it with the world. I’d also like to thank my family (The Russell’s, Wirt’s, Jackson’s, Jeffries’ and Broadie’s ), my publisher, Shameek Speight, the best graphic designer in the world, Michael Horne, and the entire TGP, RDP, SSP, SP, PDP families. You all have been very instrumental in all of the things I am doing...I am so grateful.

  Special shout out to my stylist, Ms. Dorothy A. Ellis, owner of Shoes With Class & Fashion Boutique in Garland, Texas; my bestie/beta reader, Latoya Brown; my uncle, Terry Jackson; my aunt, Debra Rucker; and my T.R. You all have supported me endlessly and I thank you!

  I’d also like to thank my friends, readers, and supporters. Thank you all for supporting me! All of this is possible because of your love! And I love ya back...no lie, no lie, no lie! lol

  Shout out to the entire city of MEMPHIS, TN. We got our problems, but I love my city!! #901

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my best friend, my backbone my mommy, Ms. Phyllis Russell. I love you so much ma and I am so proud to be your daughter. You are an amazing person, wonderful grandma, and the best mom. You inspire me to do better and never let me forget how special I am to you or how proud you are. Thank you for being there for me thro

  ugh the good and bad. I love you eternally!

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1 1

  Chapter 2 27

  Chapter 3 76

  Chapter 4 105

  Chapter 5 135

  Chapter 6 165

  Chapter 7 211

  Chapter 8 239

  Chapter 9 270

  Chapter 10 294

  Chapter 11 324

  Chapter 12 358

  Chapter 13 384

  A Broken Girl’ s Journey 4:

  KYLIE’S SONG

  By Niki Jilvontae

  Chapter 1

  The sun shone brightly down on Kylie, filling her with warmth as she sat on the porch of her Aunt Tricey’s house lost in her memories. Kylie was so wrapped up in her thoughts about her parents and her life before moving with Tricey that nothing else mattered. She was so consumed with her visions of her parents she couldn’t worry about anything else, not Aunt Tricey’s rants, not the beatings..nothing.

  Kylie could still see her mother Lakea’s beautiful face and feel her father Daniel’s loving arms around her. She wished they were still there to love and protect her. Kylie desperately wished that everything could be different. She wondered would it all have been different if her family never returned to Memphis for a visit when she was seven. She wondered would she still have the happy, privileged, loving life she had grown used to if they had never returned. Or was she destined to be a broken girl just like her mother? A broken girl forced to endure hurt, anguish, and pain at the hands of those who were supposed to care for her.

  Kylie shook her head to erase that thought from her mind. She refused to be broken even in her horrible situation. She was determined not to lose her light because she knew that things could always be worse, or at least she thought.

  Kylie stared up and down Kney Street, watching children play and cars whiz by as memories flooded her mind once again. She hated to relive her anguish, but often her memories would consume her. That visit to Memphis when she was seven played over and over again in her mind, reminding her of how her turmoil began. Kylie could still feel the pain her mother felt when they returned to Memphis and found out the creep’s son and brother had wiped out her entire family.

  Everyone was gone; Lakea’s mother, Felicia; her aunt, Violet and uncle Mitchell; and her cousins M.J. Anthony, and Anterrius. EVERYONE! All of them were murdered in retaliation for the creep’s death. Something that happened before Kylie was even born had destroyed her family and shattered her world, leaving her lost and alone.

  Kylie shuddered and held herself as she rocked back and forth in her chair still reliving her loss. She remembered how after the funerals her mother changed. She was still a loving, caring mother to her and J-J, helping them get past their grief. However, Kylie saw a hate and ruthlessness emerge in her mother she never knew she had. After seeing how her mother’s demeanor changed after the funerals, Kylie knew that there was more to her mother than she had been told her. Kylie just didn’t know that her professional, refined, newly upper-class mother was capable of violence. However, she soon found out.

  Although Kylie never heard what happened after the funerals directly from her mother, she did hear the stories of the blood her parents shed on the streets of Memphis once they had sent her and her brother home to Atlanta. Kylie’s cousin, Rahiem, later told her that her mother, father, and uncles Ray-Ray and Quan went on a rampage, killing the creep’s son, brother, and several other people.

  At first Kylie couldn’t believe that her parents would do anything like that, even though she noticed they both had a darker side. However, when her uncle Ray-Ray was arrested for murder back in Memphis just a week after the funerals, Kylie knew it was true. She could still remember the anxiety she felt as she paced the halls of their million dollar home waiting for her parent’s to return. When Lakea and Daniel returned home to their affluent, gated-community, they jumped right back into the routine of family and work, pretending nothing had ever happened.

  Kylie’s parents never talked about what went down after the funerals. They never even told her why Uncle Ray-Ray went to jail, or why uncle Quan disappeared, but Kylie knew. She knew some terrible things had happened and that the family and life she always knew and loved would be forever changed.

  Over the five years following the deaths of Lakea’s family, Kylie watched her mother get sicker and lose her light more and more each day. She never really enjoyed anything, but remembering those she’d lost. Despite the privileged life they lived, she was never the same. Not even the millions of dollars they had, the fancy cars, or million dollar home could repair her mother’s heart. She had lost too much.

  Kylie smiled to herself with tears running down her face as she remembered the last long conversation she had with her mother the day after her 12th birthday, which was September 18th. Kylie lie with her head in her mother’s lap as Lakea stroked her hair and gave her valuable lessons about the world. Kylie could still smell the scent of her mother’s White Diamond perfume as her words echoed in her mind.

  “When you lose so much, you tell you
rself you can’t go on and that’s when you lose your light. Don’t ever lose your light Sunshine. That’s a gift God gave you, so no man has the right to take it. It’s too late for me, my light is gone. But don’t you cry for me baby. I have had some of the best years of my life with you, your dad, and your brother. I’m no longer that broken girl I once was. I am a woman who has overcome so much. A mother, daughter, sister, and friend who has lived through all of the good and bad the world has to offer, but I made it baby. So don’t you cry for me because even when my body is gone my spirit will be right there with you fighting. Remember that Sunshine. Mommy loves you and always will.” Lakea’s words rang in Kylie’s ears.

  Kylie felt her tears begin to fall harder as her mind drifted back to the day that her mother died. Just nine days after their talk, ten days after Kylie’s 12th birthday, Lakea died of a massive heart attack. Kylie remembered walking into her hospital room and seeing her mother in the bed hooked up to various machines, lifeless. She could still feel the loss she felt when they unplugged the ventilator and her mother took her final breath. Kylie’s heart broke at that second because for once in her life she would be without her best friend. Lakea was Kylie’s everything and now she was gone.

  Kylie didn’t want to let go of her mother so she clung to her arms until hospital personnel pulled her off. She could still feel how hard and cold her mother’s face felt when she kissed her and told her ‘see ya later.’ She never said goodbye like her mother taught her just ‘see ya later’ because she knew that she would see her mother again. The slight smile on Lakea’s face gave Kylie a little comfort because to her that meant her mother was finally at peace. She was in heaven with Jeremy, her mother, Felicia, Mesha, and all the other people she loved and lost.

  After Lakea’s death, Kylie remembered how depressed everyone was. J-J went back to college and submerged himself in his work. He rarely came home over the following year and Daniel was a complete wreck. He left Kylie to deal with the grief of losing her mother alone as he slowly and quietly slipped away. Kylie watched Daniel pull himself inside of his self and drown his sorrows with alcohol. He never got past losing Lakea and it hurt him even more every time that he saw Kylie’s face.

  The year after Lakea’s death to the day, Kylie’s worst thought came true. Without Kylie knowing it, Daniel began a plan to put an end to his pain and change the world Kylie knew and loved. He was still distraught after Lakea’s death, so much so he contacted Aunt Tricey to care for Kylie shortly after Lakea’s funeral. It was like he knew he wouldn’t live without Lakea, so he prepared to be with her. Now looking back Kylie had the feeling that her father knew all along he would soon be with her mother. She just wished she could have somehow knew what would happen next, but there was no way she could predict the tragedy that came. On the anniversary of Lakea’s death Daniel left home with tears streaming down his face and a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in his hand headed to the cemetery. Kylie remembered how she begged him to stay home, but he refused.

  At about two a.m., Kylie was awakened by pounding at the door. The police came and took her to the station stating that there had been an accident. Kylie remembered the anxiety she felt in the small interrogation room wrapped in a blanket, waiting on someone to tell her what was going on. At about eight a.m., a tall white, woman detective and a short, black woman social worker walked in and informed Kylie that her father had died in a car wreck and she would have to go to social services until her Aunt Tricey arrived from Memphis. Kylie was in total shock as the words, “Your father was killed in a car wreck,” rang in her ears. She sat there in shock from what she heard.

  The police report from Daniel’s death said that he was driving drunk at an excessive speed and became distracted by something, causing him to run into the back of a semi. Daniel was beheaded on impact. They later found out that his wedding picture was in his hand when he died. Daniel couldn’t move past his pain, so he had just let it all go leaving Kylie alone.

  At the funeral Kylie’s song, an original song, that she wrote for her parents and was then whisked away to live with Aunt Tricey back in Memphis. Memphis was the place Kylie hated the most because it was the place that had taken so much from her. Kylie didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye to her brother or her parents before Aunt Tricey rushed her to the car and away from the only world she ever knew. Kylie remembered how lonely and afraid she felt driving into Memphis. She hated that place with so many demons and she hated Aunt Tricey just as much. She remembered all of the stories her mother told her about Aunt Tricey and after just 24 hours of living in her home, Kylie knew that it all was true.

  Aunt Tricey was pure evil just like her mother said. She was a big ball of bitterness and hatred who fed on inflicting pain on everyone she came in contact with. Aunt Tricey was the last person anyone should ever trust with their child, which is why Kylie couldn’t understand why her father had given her custody and not one of his brothers. Kylie wished her father had left her with one of her uncles because all Aunt Tricey cared about was the money. That was the only reason she agreed to take Kylie because it sure wasn’t due to her love for Kylie or concern for her well-being. She hated Kylie just like she hated her mother and grandmother. She just knew that Lakea and Daniel had a lot of money and whomever cared for Kylie would have control of that money.

  However, what Aunt Tricey hadn’t counted on was Lakea and Daniel being smart. They left only a $100,000 stipend for Kylie’s care to be released through the proper authority. The rest of their money was put into trusts for Kylie and J-J to be released in increments on their 18th, 21st, and 25th birthdays. Lakea and Daniel had thought ahead and put safeguards in place to ensure their money wasn’t dwindled. Kylie wished her father had put that much thought into choosing her guardian.

  “Maybe no one else did want me like Aunt Tricey said. Maybe none of them care and that’s why they haven’t come for me. Maybe I belong here,” Kylie said out loud to herself as she remained trapped in her memories.

  Kylie remembered Aunt Tricey’s reaction when she found out about the money. She was livid. Kylie could still see the look in her eyes, the rage. Kylie remembered that day every time that she looked at the whips on her legs. Kylie shuddered as she relived that day just ten months after her father’s death and right before she turned fourteen. Aunt Tricey called her into the house from her usual spot on the porch where she wrote her songs. When Kylie got inside, she noticed the letter Aunt Tricey was holding tightly in her hand. It was a letter from her parent’s lawyer, stating how their estate would be distributed.

  “Do you know what this is?” Aunt Tricey asked Kylie with an evil look in her eyes.

  Kylie could still remember how she shivered in fear as Aunt Tricey stood up, towering over her with her 5’11” with a 390 pound frame of meanness. The massive fat hanging from her arms shook as she waved the letter in the air and cursed at Kylie.

  “Do you know what this is you little bitch? Your fucking parents...... Those MUTHAFUCKAS!” Tricey raged.

  Kylie was afraid and confused by Aunt Tricey’s level of rage because up to that point Tricey hadn’t shown the full fury of her wrath. Kylie knew that the stories her mother had told her were true and she had endured Aunt Tricey’s verbal abuse since she arrived. However, she never expected Tricey was capable of the level of malice she would soon display. Tricey continued to curse at Kylie as she wobbled back and forth on her massive legs.

  “Since yo parents didn’t care about yo ugly ass, I don’t either. Muthafuckas gone leave a measly $100,000 to care for you until you eighteen. That ain’t shit. I know they didn’t think you was getting all that designer shit and going on trips and shit. You better hope I even buy you some new clothes...matter of fact I ain’t. I’m keeping the whole $100,000 for my time. Gone leave yo dumb ass a trust, I need the fucking trust fund, not you! That’s okay though, I got yo lil’ uppity, black ass and you gone earn yo keep around here. Matter of fact bitch, take all that damn jewelry off. I’m pawning that shit.”
Tricey yelled as she flew towards Kylie and ripped the platinum, diamond encrusted locket with her parent’s picture in it from around her neck.

  Kylie moaned in pain as the necklace being ripped off cut her neck. She stood there, shaking in fear as Aunt Tricey inspected the locket in her hands.

  “I'll keep this,” Tricey said tucking the locket into her huge, dirty special made double F bra.

  Kylie cried out that the locket was all she had of her parents and to please let her keep it, but Tricey just laughed.

  “Fuck yo parents. We need money around here. Besides I always hated yo hoeish ass mammy. I don’t want that bitch shit up in my house. Hell, I don’t even want you here. Fuck yo mama...I’m glad that bitch dead. And fuck ha dead ass mammy too!” Tricey yelled in Kylie’s face.

  Kylie suddenly started to tremble and clench her teeth as she remembered the rage she felt at that moment. She couldn’t believe all of the horrible things Tricey was saying about her and her parents. Kylie remembered how she had to close her eyes and breathe to push back the screams and curses inside of her. It took all of the strength Kylie had in her 5’3” and 129 pound frame not to knock Aunt Tricey’s fat evil ass off of her feet as she continued to rip off her jewelry.