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Like a confession before you’re actually caught. I looked over at her as she went on her yapping spree. My baby talked so damn much, but it balanced shit out because I didn’t talk enough.

“Say what’s on your heart… he won’t judge. I always pray for you, so he’s not mad at you no more.” I smirked, and she shoved me with a smile on her face.

“Ugh, I can’t stand you.”

I felt her hand slip into mine, as she bowed her head, and I did the same. When I was done, I looked over at her, and her eyes were still closed as she continued her prayer, squeezing my hand. Once she was done, she kissed her hand and did a cross.

“You was shit talking about me to God?”

She stood up and sat on the edge of the bed. “Not you cursing after just praying… shame on you, Quasimmy.”

I yawned while standing up and stretched until I heard the popping sounds that I needed to hear. When I looked down, Blair was on the edge of the bed, staring right at my dick. She couldn’t even pretend that wasn’t where she was looking, and when our eyes met, she didn’t pretend not to look.

“You saw me completely naked… I can look.” She removed herself from the edge of the bed and walked around to her side.

I laughed and climbed into bed, with my arms behind my head. She flopped around for a minute before she got comfortable on her side, and I closed my eyes, allowing sleep to consume me.

Quasim

Past

Recommendation: Listen to ‘chasing cars’ by The Wind and The Wave

I satin the emergency room with my legs shaking as I waited for them to tell me something.

Anything.

I got the call from her mother that she had been shot and dropped off in front of her house. When she called me hysterical, my chest became tight, and I couldn’t breathe for the first time in a long time. The panic rose in my chest like a bothersome cough that you couldn’t get rid of. Cherie told me she was going over to her mother’s house with Harley, and I didn’t think anything of it. Shit, I had business to handle, and she always came home with a plate of her mother’s food.

How did she go from her mother’s house to being shot and tossed in front of her house. It was something that I spent the entire ride to the hospital thinking about, sick to my stomach. When I arrived, they told me to sit in the waiting room and theywould come out to talk to me. What the fuck did they mean they would come out and talk to me?

My baby was back there with a gunshot wound and they expected me to sit tight and pretend like I was calm and cool about the shit. The hospital always made me feel sick, like nothing good happened here.

I knew it wasn’t true because my daughter was born in a hospital, and she was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Standing up, I walked around the room while wringing my hands and trying to calm myself down.

“What the fuck happened?” Blaze ran over toward me, and I stopped and looked at my brother, who was confused.

“Cherie was shot… her mom said a truck sped by and tossed her out the back, not even stopping.”

The same look I’m sure I had in my eyes, my brother had in his as he looked around, not knowing what to say or what to do. “They came and spoke to you yet?”

“I got the Gods moving Vanessa and Harley… they said anything about how she’s doing? Vanessa said she was breathing when she found her.” My father walked over, with a few Gods trailing behind him.

My chest felt like it was about to cave in each time someone said how she was found. Cherie didn’t deserve none of this shit. “Who the fuck would do this shit to Cherie?” Blaze was trying to make sense of everything.

“She was with Rich… went to see him.” My pops handed me her phone, and I looked at the messages between her and Rich.

I sat down and scrolled the phone with my hands shaking in the process. Cherie reached out to Rich and told him that she had to step back, and he needed to stop calling her. She loved me, and we had a family, and she and him would never be.

She was nice about the shit.

Too nice.

That was Cherie, though. She was always too damn nice to the wrong people, never knowing how to say no, or choose herself. Where she should have come at this nigga crazy, she had grace and class to end things and tell him that she couldn’t come around anymore.

Rich texted back and forth with her asking her what I had that he didn’t, typical pussy boy questions. He couldn’t take that I was the chosen one, and she didn’t want his ass the way she wanted me.

He asked her to meet up with him for lunch so they can talk and end things right, and she declined. Like the fucking roach he was, he continued to ask her, and then used his family to win her over. He made her feel bad because she was close with his family, and to know Cherie was to know that she had a big ass heart.

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