Page 29 of We Could Be Better

“Why are you over here and why are you in your boxers?” Kyra asked

I looked down at myself and noticed I had never put my clothes back on; I was so deep in thought thinking about my girl and son. They only person ever knew about Nik and I was Cash, and he just stood there in the corner shaking his head. I needed to think of a way to get me out of this situation and I needed to think of a way quick.

“I came over here to bring him something to eat.” Onika said

“Yeah!”

I knew some shit was going to go down; I was damn near caught in action. I had too much to lose I don’t know why I let Nik drag my ass back down that fucking road. But I gotta say the girl had some good ass pussy. I mean she had that shit that you can fuck for hour and it wouldn’t dry out. But she was hood as fuck and I could never wife a bitch like her that’s mainly why I got rid of her ass back in the days.

“Keem let me know if you need anything else I’m gone.”

We all got quiet and waited until she left from the look on Ky face I knew she was about to cut up.

“Don’t lose your family for a past situation.”

“The fuck you talking about Kyra?”

“Boy you probably can pull that shit on Dreka, but you can’t play me. I been knew about what yall had back in the day I just never said anything about, because I didn’t want anyone to know I was sneaking in Cash room. But one night I was over there and I saw you sneaking her in your room.”

“Well, why you never said anything if Dreka is you sister?”

“Because I thought you let Nik go and gave it up, but I guess you didn’t. My sister and YOUR son is missing and instead of looking for her you breaking dick off in her friend.”

“Technically she’s your friend.”

“No; nigga we all a part of the same circle.”

“Come on Kyra let’s ride out.”

I knew my baby brother was mad at me, but we would have to talk about it later. I wasn’t in the mood for him or his girl right now. They couldn’t judge me when their crazy asses stayed fussing and fighting each other. What Nik and I had going on was strictly a fuck thing there were no feelings or string attached.“I fucked up,” I thought.I was never supposed to get caught with her.

“We gon holla later big bro.” Cash said leaving out the house.

Once my house was clear I locked the doors and closed all the blinds; I needed to be alone in my thoughts. I fucked up so bad; I knew wherever Dreka was she was alive and if she was to come back she would never forgive me for this.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Onika

I sat on the toilet looking at positive pregnancy test crying. Dreka was never really my friends so I had no feelings about what I was doing. I mean to keep it real Keem was mines first, so she shouldn’t even be mad. Kyra was a real loyal ass friend, and I knew if anything was to ever hit the fan that she would chose her sister side over mine. That probably was the only part I regretted.

When Keem dropped me I didn’t even stop to ask me how I was feeling; I know I was young. But the feelings I had for him was real I hated Dreka for so long it wasn’t funny. I was happy when Keem went to jail because I figure Dreka would move on and find her someone else. She stayed by his side, but so did I once I found out they shipped him off. I was at damn near every visit sending him letters. I took that ride with him, and he going out and didn’t even acknowledge me.

I never meant for any of this to happen but my emotions took over, and every time I would see them together I would think about how he ditched me for her. He would always tell me that I wasn’t his type, I was too loud, and hood. I grew up and turned myself around after he told me my mouth turned him off. Those damn Payne brothers cared about no one but themselves. That’s my reason for never judging Ky because I knew exactly what she was going through.

Getting in the bed and balling with my knees to my chest I continued to cry. I was never suppose to let Keem fuck withmy feelings again. When he said fuck me years ago; I promised myself I wouldn’t let me hurt me again. I didn’t know the first thing about being a mother, the streets raised me. I didn’t know my parents; they left me with my grandparents when I was younger. But it was so many of us under one roof they never even noticed me.

I woke up to text messages and missed calls from Kyra saying we needed to talk ASAP. I already knew what it was about, and I knew most likely she would tell me that we could be friends again. Honestly, I don’t expect us to continue talking being that Dreka is her sister and her loyalty is to her. Getting up I threw on a cute romper and threw my hair in a high pony tail; I didn’t feel like putting any make up on. The baby had me so damn sick I wasn’t sure about going meet Ky, because I couldn’t keep anything down.

‘Gotta find out someday,’ I thought.

Once I made it to pluckers; I went in to find Kyra. She was sitting in the back in a booth with Mina; I was about to turn around because I wasn’t in the mood to fight both of them cocky bitches. I don’t even know why Kyra pregnant ass needed to bring her here.

“What’s up?” I asked just sitting down.

I had a bad attitude for starters I didn’t know what was going on, and being pregnant wasn’t helping at all.

“I see you woke up on the wrong side of the bed so let me just get to the point. You know me better than anybody; my sister is my heart and behind her I’ll lay a bitch out. I know you were doing more than just brining Keem food. But why would you do my sister like that, NIk?”

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