Page 7 of Without You I Have Nothing To Lose

“I was sleep, P. A nigga was tired, and you know better than to just pop up at my shit. We ain’t on that type of time.” Standing to my feet, I stretched again and went into the bathroom to piss. I heard her sigh, so I knew she heard me, but I guess she called herself getting in her feelings.

“We can be like that, though; you just won’t try. You need to let go of those mommy issues and man the fuck up! I’m too grown for you to be playing with me like this, Demetric.” While she had her lil’ rant, I turned the shower on and let it run while I brushed my teeth.

“Demetric?”

I spit the toothpaste out of my mouth and answered. “Yeah,” I responded, flatly.

“You didn’t hear me talking to you?” she sounded like she was chastising me, and that further infuriated me.

“Aye, you need to chill wit’ allat. You acting like you a nigga’s mama or some shit. I heard what the fuck you said, but I was trying not to hurt yo’ fuckin’ feelings. Don’t ever bring my mama up again. That part of my life has nothing to do with you. If you feel like you’on want to do this shit anymore, then I’m cool on that, but make that your last time you call yourself tryna handle me. Find you another nigga to play wit’ because I ain’t him.” I hung up in her face because I didn’t care to hear her crying and shit.

When I got out of the shower, my phone was ringing again. If that was Paris, I was gon’ show her I’m not the nigga to be playing with. Glancing at it, I saw it was Jaylen.

“Wassup, Jay?” I answered.

“Where you been all day?” she quipped.

“Sleep. Wassup.”

“I was just calling to check on you, brother.” Every time she called me her brother, it made my heart swell. I didn’t have siblings and her lil’ ass wouldn’t let me rest until I allowed her to call me her brother. Don’t get it twisted, though. I’d fuck the world up behind her.

“You sound like you want something, and I ain’t got it.” She kissed her teeth, and I knew that was followed by an eye roll.

“You suck. When you coming back over here?” she asked.

“Shit…Ma Izzy cooked?”

“When doesn’t she?”

“Well, I’ll be over there later.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later.”

“Aight.” I hung up the phone and finished getting dressed so I could head out. I’ll talk to Zeus and Ma Izzy when I stopped through there later.

I left the house and pulled up to my destination and headed inside. I came here for one thing in general and I didn’t see it. Looking around, I noticed a chick staring at me from the register. She was all in my face, so the least she could do was help me.

“Aye, shorty. Daizha here?” I remembered ol’ boy say her name the night I dropped her off. I’m glad I stuck around until she went inside because that nigga was gonna end up getting his ass beat. I don’t know what it was about shorty, but I felt like I needed to make sure she was good.

“You lookin’ for Daizha?”

“Ain’t that’s what I just said?” I mugged her because I hated when a muthafucka acted dumb.

She rolled her eyes and said, “You don’t have to get nasty. I was just asking what you wanted her for?”

“That ain’t none of your business. Is she here or not?” Just as she was about to say something smart, I felt somebody walking up on me, prompting me to give them my attention.

“Hey. What are you doing here?” she asked. I took the time to let my eyes scan over her to make sure she was good physically.

“You good?” I asked.

“Yeah. Why are you here?” she asked again.

“I came to make sure you were good and shit. I ain’t like the way that nigga was handling you the other night.” She glanced over at ol’ girl who was all in our business and rolled her eyes. It was clear that they didn’t get along.

“Aye, walk out here right quick.” I ushered her outside and stood off to the side of the building.

“I asked you were you good.”

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