Before These Trials

Ei.teen

" Deon? Boy, come on. We have to get you back to Mississippi, let's go. " Jay said, shaking me. I took the pillow and put it over my head. " Get up, now. "

" Jay, I don't wanna' leave. " I whined, sounding like a hoe.

" I don't want you to leave either, but the threats your father made against me, I would personally cut my dick off and send it to him. " he chuckled.

I tossed the pillow, rubbing my eyes and looking at him. He had his hair in a bun, and you could tell that he had just got out of the shower. I admired his defined v-line, and the way his ass looked in the sweat pants he wore.

" Whatchu' looking at? " he blushed.

" Nothing. " I smiled, sitting up. I winced at how sore I was. I opened my mouth to say something, but he interrupted me.

" Hell no, you better not complain about shit. It's what you wanted. " he said.

" I wasn't even about to complain. How many rounds? "

" Five. " he bit his lip, cockily.

" Fuck you. " I flicked him off, standing up and limping to the bathroom.

" And hurry up, you still have to eat. " he rushed me.

After Jay made me breakfast, it was time to head back home. I was really dreading it because I wanted to stay. It wasn't even about the sex, but I missed my best friend. Although, I would call it something different now.

" I'm going to miss you, boy. " he mumbled, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me into his chest for a tight hug.

" I'm going to miss you, too. I doubt if I'll be back anytime soon, but you should come to Mississippi. " I suggested.

" I will, but I'm not telling you when. " he smiled. I grabbed his face, giving him a quick peck. He kissed me back, but it was more passionate.

" Thank you. " I told him. I grabbed my bags, and started to walk away.

" Do the walk? " he said, being petty, mocking me from earlier.

" I hate you. " I laughed at him.

" I love you, kid. " he murmured, but I heard him. I stopped, and turned around to look at him.

" I love you, too. I'll call you later. " I winked and he nodded.

I walked into the airport, instantly getting on the plane. I didn't regret anything about this weekend, I knew that I made the right decision. I smiled, thinking back to that night and everything that I felt. I put my headphones in, going to sleep and enjoying the rest while I got it.

I pulled up to the house at one thirty, grabbing my bags out of the car and walking inside of the house. I expected my family to be on the way from church, so I started the walk to my room, until I heard the chair squeak in my father's office. I was about to speak until I heard a voice that didn't sound familiar.

" Naw, we can't make the move yet, I'm still fresh. I'll have to gain his trust, and the trust of all his minions. I'll turn them against him, and take all of his money, just like I planned in the first place. It shouldn't be a problem, only the youngest one I'm worried about. He likes to retaliate, and you know how cocky those bastards can be. " he laughed.

" Hey, son, glad you're back. " my father said, startling me a little. I looked at him, and laughed at the small pieces of tissue that he stuck up his nostrils.

" You must be sick? " I turned my nose up, and he nodded, grabbing my bags and walking them to my room. " Thanks, dad, I could've done that. "

" I'm sure. " he said. " How was everything, nobody bothered you? Didn't feel any tension? "

" No, it was very therapeutic. " I inhaled, deeply. He nodded, hugging me. I chuckled, trying to figure out why he was so clingy, but I had to remember how he got when he was sick. " Where's everybody? "

" At the grocery store, picking up something for dinner. You know how long that takes. " he rolled his eyes.

" I do, indeed. Hey, go upstairs and get off of your feet, and I'll bring you some soup and grilled cheese. " his eyes lit up, and he quickly ran out of my room.

I walked into the kitchen, taking out the can of tomato soup, and pouring it into a small pot on the stove. I grabbed a skillet, grabbing the butter, bread and cheese, prepping to make his grilled cheese. As I started cooking, I could see the guy make his way from my dad's office.

" Damn, you got it smelling good in here. " he rubbed his hands together. I must admit, he was fine as shit, but the way my spirit buckled when he was around? His aroma was screaming danger.

" Nothing but soup and grilled cheese. " I shrugged him off.

" You're just gonna' give me the cold shoulder? We haven't formally introduced ourselves, I'm Sean. " he held his hand out.

" I'm Tre, nice to meet you. " I brushed past him, opening the fridge. He quickly slammed it back, placing both his arms on the side of me. We stood there, starring each other down for a while, until the front door opened.

" Drew, I told your big headed ass about dropping my groceries. If your ass is weak, don't pick them up. " my mother yelled. I looked him up and down, moving his arm and walking back to the stove.