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    I guess the sadness was all over my face because Yanna gave me a curious stare as Kenyatta exclaimed, “See, YaYa?! Even Roc is sad! This is fucked up!”
    When Yanna bent down to pick up her book bag, I stopped her, picked it up and threw it over my shoulder. She had other bags with her, most likely things that had been occupying her locker all year. I took them from her as well as she began to walk out of the school. I followed next to her and Kenyatta. “When are you leaving?” I asked.
    “Today is my last day. We’re moving tonight–”
    “YaYa?!” As soon as we exited the school, a woman could be heard yelling her name. “C’mon here! Let’s go!”
    Immediately, Yanna began to take her things from me, and I was stuck inside of my regret that I just let her.
    “Yea, see?” she said. “Actually I have to go so that I can go help–”
    “YAYA?!”
    “ Okay , mama!” She wrapped her arms around Kenyatta and they whined.
    Say something, I told myself.
    But I couldn’t. The moment that she looked at me and wrapped her arms around me, I fell speechless. I had imagined being this close to her for years. She had been in my daydreams, my wet dreams , for years. I’d stalked her while watching her from corners, imaging what I would do to her if we were old enough. And now here I was—her chest in my stomach, her hair in my nose. Her smell engulfed me and I wanted so badly to kiss every piece of her skin. “Bye, Roc.”
    And then she ran away, towards her mother’s car.
    And that was when I first experienced her being taken away from me. But it wouldn’t be the last.
     
     

Present day...
     

Chapter Five
     
    Yanna E. Hill
     
    “Hello?”
    “Hey, Madea. How are you?”
    “Hey baby. I’m still here, so no complaints. I’m blessed.”
    That was my Madea, always thinking positive and praising God, despite it all.
    Before Tyler Perry there was Shirley Jackson, but all sixteen of her grandchildren called her Madea.
    “How are you doing, baby?”
    “I’m fine. Roc and I are about to go out of town. We’re sitting in the airport.”
    I hated to fly; hated it. But anytime that Roc wanted to take me to some lavish place that required a flight, I sucked it up. So far, we had been to many countries and had torn up every major city.
    After the shooting, Roc insisted that I leave town. He wanted to ensure my safety while he and his crew investigated who was doing this. He was so worried about protecting me that he would not let me out of his sight, so he was coming too. We figured that we might as well make it enjoyable since we were being forced to leave town, so we were on our way to Punta Cana for a week of relaxation and no guns or flying bullets. Of course, Gabe was with us, and since he was joining us, so did Tanisha.
    Gabe and Tanisha had been messing around for about six months. He’d spent the last five years pursuing her. He’d met her when she accompanied me to a club that Roc had invited me to soon after we started dating. Once she caught her boyfriend cheating a few months ago, Tanisha finally paid Gabe some attention. However, getting cheated on by the man she had been with for seven years, and was looking forward to marrying, had her emotionally fucked up and unavailable for anything, except a casual encounter here and there.
    With each flight I took, I made it a point to call Madea so that she could pray for us. Of course, I knew how to pray, but I had always felt like my grandmother had Jesus’ personal phone number. In my mind, her prayers got to him faster. So, as soon as I told her, “We’ll be boarding soon,” she started to pray.
    I closed my eyes and held Roc’s hand, who was sitting next to me smelling like heaven with a look to kill in his face. The shooting had him so pissed off that it was written all over his face. He and Gabe had been making secretive phone calls all night while Tanisha and I packed.
    “Amen,” I said, as my grandmother finished praying.
    “You