Page 12 of Without You I Have Nothing To Lose

Itwasafterfourin the afternoon, and the sound of my phone was ringing off the hook tore me from my somewhat peaceful slumber. Whoever was on the other line better had been fuckin’ dead. When I looked at it and saw it was Jaylen, I sat up and answered.

“Wassup, Jay? You good?” I know I talked all that shit, but my sister calling back to back like that was alarming.

“I’m fine, but I’m worried about Daizha. She called me sounding weird, thanking me for the ride last night,” she replied.

“What’s weird about that, Jay?”

“She thanked me last night…about three times. That’s what’s weird. Her boyfriend must’ve been questioning her. She sounded as if she was crying or trying not to. I know I don’t know the girl, but the small amount of time we were in the car last night, I figured she was going through some shit. I’m pretty sure whatever it is has to do with that nigga,” she voiced.

This was the shit I was worried about. I knew shorty had some shit going on at home. She didn’t need to be around that shit, and she wasn’t gon’ be there much longer.

“Aight. I’ll check it out,” was all I said.

“Don’t do nothing crazy, Meechie. Just check on her.”

“I got you.” I hung up with Jaylen and went to text Daizha, but I saw she already texted me over an hour ago.

Daizha: Can I talk to you?

I debating on whether or not I should call her. I needed to lay my eyes on her, but I didn’t want to make shit worst for her. Pressing her name, I waited impatiently for her to answer. Just as I was about to hang up, she answered.

“Hello?” she sniffed.

“Daizha? You good?” I asked..

“I…I’m fine,” she lied.

“It don’t sound like it, so tell me wassup.”

I sat and listened to her tell me everything that happened earlier, and my blood was boiling. I couldn’t stand niggas like that. That nigga was a bitch, and I wouldn’t hesitate to beat his ass if need be.

“Don’t believe shit that nigga says Daizha. He’s a fuck nigga and gets off on belittling other people. Fuck him. Just tell me what you need me to do.” I don’t know why I was offering all this assistance to this girl, but I felt compelled to.

“You’ve done enough. I jus…I gotta go!” I heard the panic in her voice before she hung up. That nigga must’ve been back. Like I mentioned before, I don’t know why I was compelled to help this girl, but here I was grabbing my keys and gun, before dropping my feet in a pair of sneakers and headed out the door with just a t-shirt and ball shorts on. It was gonna take me a good thirty minutes to get to Daizha’s side of town from my condo, but I did the dash there and got there in fifteen. When I pulled up, I grabbed my gun and walked up to the door. I was gonna knock until I saw it was cracked. Taking caution to the wind, I walked in that muthafucka with my gun leading the way and followed the gruff male voice upstairs. When I got to the opening of the bedroom door. I saw the nigga throwing clothes in her face and yelling for her to get her worthless, whorish ass out of his shit. Having had enough, I made my presence known.

“Aye, Dai. Get ya shit and let’s go,” I ordered, startling the both of them. Daizha looked as if she saw a ghost, while this nigga looked like he wanted to kill a nigga on the spot.

“Nigga, I know you ain’t just walked in my fuckin’ house,” he barked.

“I ain’t did the electric slide up in this bitch and take all that rough shit out ya voice. You ain’t built like that.” I turned my attention from him and turned to a frightened Daizha.

“Dai, get ya shit, baby girl,” I said a little gentler. She looked as if she was contemplating her next move.

“You called this nigga to come get you?” ol’ boy asked. He didn’t even give the girl a chance to respond before he started talking again. “Aight, bet. Get the fuck out, but leave every fucking thing. You ain’t taking shit out this bitch. Let that nigga get you what you need. You probably won’t even last that long wit’ him because after he realizes that you’re a useless, ran through bitch, he ain’t gon’ want ya ass either. Just like ya mama.” His face held a smirk while she stood there and silently cried. She didn’t know how badly I wanted to shoot him in the fuckin’ face right now because not only did his words hurt Daizha, they triggered some shit inside of me.

Clearing my throat, I looked at her and said, “fuck this shit and come on.” She looked between the two of us and ultimately she walked in my direction. I saw her purse and by the door and phone on the dresser and grabbed both of them. I told her to go ahead outside, and I was right behind her. She nodded and turned to leave when this stupid ass nigga charged in our direction, but the sight of my gun in his face stopped him in his tracks.

“Find you something safe to do, my boy. This ain’t it.” He stared at me like he wanted some smoke, but both of us knew better. He threw his hands up and nodded. I walked back down the stairs sideways so I could watch his bitch ass. When I made it back outside and in the car, Daizha was in the passenger seat, crying and shaking. I didn’t even say shit to her as I pulled out of the driveway and headed back home. I didn’t know what the fuck I was getting myself into, but it was too late now.

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It’s been a few hours since I brought Daizha back to my spot. She’s been sitting in the same spot since we got here. She sat on the couch, balled up until she finally went to sleep. I had to step out, but I didn’t want to leave her here alone, so I called Jaylen to come sit with her until I got back. I wasn’t worried about her going anywhere. I just didn’t want her to wake up in an unfamiliar place. Jay was a familiar face, so I figured she would be fine.

“You told Ma Izzy and Zeus you were staying over here?” I asked.

“Yeah, I told Ma. You know Daddy wasn’t home.” I nodded because she was right. It was time for a shipment, so he was more than likely at the store. That nigga ran a parcel/courier service and had all his shit shipped there, and only had his people working for him. Shit was smart as fuck and definitely undetectable.

“Aight. I’ll be back later. Hit me if you need me.” I kissed Jay on the forehead and just stared at Daizha, asleep on the couch.

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