10:00 pm
It was around ten and the house was silent, indicating that everyone was sleep.
"Baby you know what I never got the chance to do.." I sat up and faced him.
"What?"
I ran a hand through his dreads. "Braid your dreads..."
He scooted up so I could get behind him.
I stacked all the pillows on top of each other and sat on them.
What can I say, I'm short I needed a boost!
I played in his hair for I bit.
I wrapped my arms around him.
"Baby I'm so glad your mine," I kissed his jaw.
He's had me in my feelings lately.
And by lately I don't mean these past few day.
I mean for some weeks now.
Always by my side.
Always telling me he loves me.
Making sure I'm comfortable
Making sure I eat
Kissing my stomach and telling me "it's a girl"
Shit..why did it have to go down hill so fast?
He turned around and stood on his knees.
"I'm proud to be yours,"
He kissed me
"And only yours,"
He kissed me again
"And I will always be yours baby girl."
"I love you baby....now turn around lemme start braiding!"
He pecked my lips once more and turned around.
I started braiding his hair.
He had a lot of hair tho...
In the middle of the second one, he pulls out his phone and gets on snapchat.
"You gon take a picture when I'm done?"
"Nahh Ima put you on right now.."
I looked at his screen and he's recording.
"Hello people!" I smiled continuing with his hair.
When I finished I let him look at it.
"Sheesh...I should let you do my hair instead of my -"
I cut him off by clearing my throat and giving him a 'are you fucking stupid I dare you to say some shit like that' look.
"I swear I was joking," he came and put his hands on my waist.
"Mhm..." I pushed him back.
11:00 pm
It was nearing a little past 11 at night and my phone went off.
Instead of wondering who it was, I had to jam a bit to my ringtone.
Flexin like I'm rich, filthy rich just lit up a blimp
You not smoking loud keep that to your muthafuckin self
I'm jumpin off the roof with the African vodka make ya baby mama do the Macarena, whoa-
Phone Call
Me: Ya?
???: Honey?
Me: Queen Honey C. that's me wassup wit it fam?
Swae started laughing. What was funny?
???: Ok so Alicia did give me the right number. Its Tinashae
Me: Oh T ! What's good girl?
Tinashae: You know how my album just went platinum right?
Me: Yah huh and I forgot to say congrats on that boo....
Tinashae: Thanks and I think we should celebrate with a video for Boss..
Me: Oh shit..you being for real?
Tinashae: Yea I think that song was dope as fuck, it's one of my favorites
Me: Oh shit! Ight but one thing tho...why you called so late at night
Tinashae: *laughing* I forgot you was in LA. It's like 2pm over here
Me: Alright but let's talk later hun
Tinashae: Oh and I wanted you to know that I know you're going through a hard time over there and that's it's gonna be ok
Me: Thanks, T but I'm fine, seriously.
Tinashae: Ok bye boo
Me: Bye hun
End phone call
"Lee, what was funny?" I whip around as soon as I put my phone on the nightstand.
"Queen Honey C. that's me... That's what's funny," he laughed more.
"That was Tinashae."
His laugh soon stopped and his lips formed a smirk. "Why you lie like that?"
"I'm so real I got a song with her she cool as fuck, real shit"
I went into my music and played the song.
I know that you miss me baby, I can make you weak
"This dont matter let's skip to my part
We listened to the slow song.
"Aye but that's sexy As fuck. I think if you and Tinashae do a video that shit gon have niggas jump in off the wall cause Tinashae is a baddie..." He slowed down and looked at me like I was gon get mad.
"Don't be lookin like that T is sexy as fuck! She a bad ass bitch on some real shit. Her and Nicki Minaj. Nicki got that ass that make a nigga thirsty shit," I continued his sentence.
He looked at me, surprised with a small smirk.
"What?"
"Goddamn..I love you girl."
We laughed.
12:00am
"Baby.." I whispered in his ear as I laid on his back.
"Wassup baby girl?" He looked over his shoulder to me.
"Let's go to the studio.."
He smiled and smacked my thighs signaling me to get off him.
I rolled off the bed and skipped down the hallway to the studio
We walked in and locked the door behind us.
"Aye listen to this.."
I played an instrumental from a while back. I wanted to use it, just never knew what for.
He started to bob his head to the beat.
"Where that come from?"
"I made it some years ago.."
After listening to it for a while, I went to my notes and started to write a couple bars.
You look like a muh fuckin uhhhh
Supposed to be his muh fuckin bruh
I should slap you with the strap no bra
Leave you eatin through a muh fuckin straw
Sliding in my DMs like a fuckin skateboard
With ya itty bitty thing in ya drawers
Breaking codes nigga you should break laws
That'll happen when you being fake cuz
Fuck em
That's why I never ever trust in em
Ya busted
Popped shoulda used a rubber---
My thoughts where interrupted by the spark of a lighter.
I looked over to Swae and the joint in his hand.
He stretched it over to me.
I walked over and grabbed it.
A part of me wanted to, but a part just wanted to sit it down.
I listened to the first half of me.
Maybe this is what I needed.
To unwind.
Relax...
2:00am
Time flew by. It was already 2 am..
Khalif and I high as ever.
Thinking and bringing up the past I wanted to bury so deeply.
I lit another joint.
It seemed as if the more I smoked, the better I felt.
Every time it felt like our high was coming down, we'd light another..
It made it easier for me to talk about shit...
"I'm glad Carter is gone...little cunt almost got me hooked on cocaine when I was 15..I hope he's somebody's bitch.."
I leaned on his shoulder as we laid on the sofa bed in the living room.
"What do you think you'd be doing if you never met Carter?" Khalif asked.
I thought about this a lot. I mean a lot..
"I'd be happy. Graduated valedictorian. In college... Spending holidays with my brother and his girlfriend. Anywhere but here." I close my eyes.
"What makes you think you'd be in college?" He joked.
"Well, I used to be smart. I played the piano, which I still do. I started to learn French, but I dropped out cause I left. I was a baby doll. We were like the kid cheerleaders."
"You had a lot going for you baby," he smiled.
"Yea..until that bitch..I don't know why I trusted him.."
A silence fell over the room as I thought about the day I first met him.
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"Shit! I I cut my hand one more fuckin time!" I cursed as I found my balance. After months of climbing gates like an amateur, my had was covered in cuts.
"That shit was worth it tho. What's this..$4.37 plus this $29.12...That makes..uhh..carry the one...$39.49?? I think. This will be enough to last me till next week..or will it? Shit I wish Cameron was here..." I complained as I counted my money in the corner.
Thirty dollars magically fell from the sky.
I looked up and saw this tall man with dreads.
"That'll last you for the next two weeks huh?" He smirked.
I stood up and took off.
Not another sex offender..
It took me forever to get rid off the other one.
"Hey! I was just trying to get you some money youngin'!" He shouted.
"How?!" I shouted back.
"Come here and let me explain. I swear I won't hurt you youngster."
I reluctantly walked towards him, ready to take of if shit got weird...
