Page 11 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
“What do you mean, no?”
She stumbled away. “I mean, I can’t go back there. This is all because of you!”
Me? Why was she blaming me?I hurried behind her as she tripped and her body went forward. She was so drunk that in her mind she probably thought she was moving fast, but her ass was going down slower than a fucking turtle. When I caught her, I didn’t bother to go back and forth with her in here, and she slipped up.
I tossed her over my shoulder, walked over, grabbed her purse, and left the building. I opened the passenger door to my truck and gently put her in. “Fua, you got a big boy toy,” she slurred.
I went around, hopped in, and took off. “Ayo, I know you got your liquid courage and all, but don’t be around here saying shit is my fault. I’m taking your ass to Foe’s.”
She tried to sit up, but her body wouldn’t let her. Lakia was no good for anybody tonight.Fuck!I decided against taking her to her brother’s. What I didn’t want was the nigga blaming me for something I had nothing to do with. If he said one wrong word, we would be throwing hands. Instead, I drove to my place.
When I pulled into my driveway, I parked. I sat there for a minute in thought. My head dropped back on the headrest as I turned to glance at her. She lay there with her thumb in her mouth, asleep like a baby. For a minute, I thought it was odd, but the more I watched her, the more it grew on me. The way her lips held onto her thumb and how comfortable she was, I could tell it was some coping mechanism. It made me wonder what her drunk ass was dreaming about that made her feel like she needed it.
The more I watched her pretty ass, the more I began to question every fucking thing. I did like Lakia, but I wasn’t a chasing ass nigga. I shook the thought as I got out of my truck, and I jogged around to open the passenger side door. Lakia’s head was slightly tilted, resting on the edge of the seat. I tapped her a few times. “Sukalati, wake up,” I whispered.
She pulled her thumb from her mouth as her eyes opened, and they were glassy as hell. I knew she was drunk off her ass. I’ve seen this look so many times while dealing with Mali. She lifted to reach out for me and almost fell headfirst. I caught her head to try to sit her up. Her head rose to me as she smiled brightly, “Fua, is that you?” she slurred.
Damn, every time she said it, that shit did something to me. “Let me get you inside.”
I wrapped my hand around her thigh so when I picked her up, I would have a good grip. Lakia opened her legs wide as her hand landed on mine, sliding my hand upward. “She wants to play,” she barely got out.
Lakia moved my hand until it was on her bare pussy. Baby girl didn’t even have panties on. Did I want to test the waters, yes. However, I wasn’t a man who took advantage of women who weren’t in their right minds.
I used my free hand to gently stroke her face as I stared into her empty, drunk eyes, “If only you knew. You're so beautiful,” I paused. “Thank you for marrying me,” I mumbled.
I wanted to do all the nasty things to her, hell, I wanted to fall in love with her, but in this state, I knew it would be a memory for me, and a memory that she would never remember. I removed my hand from her face to pick her up, when her mouth opened, and instead of words coming out, everything that she had consumed over the last few hours landed on me, her, and inside of my fucking truck. When her ass woke up in the morning, we needed to talk before I dropped her off.
Ihaven’t gotten a piece of fucking sleep since my sister walked out the door. It pissed me off that she even thought choosing between her and Harvey was an option. It wasn’t about fucking choosing. It was about disrespecting someone I’m with. It was about throwing jabs at someone who meant nothing but good because you're mad at me. If she wanted to be upset at me for not liking the nigga she chose to say I do to, fine, but Harvey fuck no.
Lakia is grown and fully capable of making decisions about who she wants to be with, but to run off and marry a nigga you know nothing about is insane. To switch schools out of the blue made me curious. I knew my sister; I’ve been taking care of her for years. Hell, she was more like my child than a sibling, and to see her moving the way she had seemed odd. To me, she was hiding something. Lakia would do it all the time when we were younger. Her ass would go out and do some wild shit, then come back and act like we were the problem. She and I got into it all the time, but this was the first time shit had gotten out of hand.
I’ve been calling her all night to make sure she had gotten somewhere safe, but she never answered. I knew that if she wouldn’t tell me where she was going, she would tell my mother, so I decided to call her. The phone rang a few times before she answered. “Myles, I’m surprised you’re calling.”
“Yeah, well, I’m surprised you answered. I didn’t call for all that. Are my brothers good? Staying out of trouble?”
She sucked her teeth. “Mmhmm, they ass still running around here like they pay the fucking bills, but they’re good. Darius decided to join the school's football team. Then he brought some little fast tail ass girl to my house—”
I shook my head because I knew she was about to go on and on. Since leaving LA, my mother and I had rarely spoken, so I knew this was her way of saying she missed me without actually saying it. She wanted to keep me on the phone to talk about everything under the fucking sun. “Ma, the boy in high school. He’s probably already,” I paused. “You know what, have him call me. Anyways, I called to see if you talked to Kia.”
I could tell she was smoking because she blew out a harsh breath followed by a smoker’s cough. “No, last time I talked to her, she was coming to see you. That girl you're with invited her.”
“That girl has a name, it’s Harvey.”
“Yeah, well, Harvey. How is she treating you? Myles, if you ask me, Asia—”
I knew it was coming. My mother and Asia had a little bond, and although Asia was dead, she found a way to try to bring her up every chance she got. Asia meant nothing to me, dead or alive. The fact that my mother hadn’t spoken to my sister since before her coming here surprised me because the two had a way better relationship and me and her. I wanted to tell her that her daughter ran off and got married, but I didn’t. That’s when I thought about Monfua, and that is probably where she was. Itried ending the call with my mother until she said something that caught my attention. “I want to visit you for your birthday. I think it would be good to get away from LA for a weekend.”
Every birthday I had, she found a way to fuck it up, so having her here wasn’t a fucking option. “Nah, I’m straight,” I told her.
“I’m still your momma. You can’t hate me forever.”
“I don’t hate you, but I’m still mad about what you did. Look, I’ve got to go. I will talk to Darius, though. Bye, Ma,” I said and hung up.
Forgiving her was easy; forgetting that she lied about my pops wasn’t. When I got up from the couch, I snatched my keys and headed toward the door. Harvey had just come downstairs. I knew she wanted to ask me where I was going, but she knew. She knew I was going to look for my sister. I hated that she was caught in the middle and that I was forced to pick a fucking side. However, the one thing about me that will never change, whether she likes it or not, is that I will always be there for my family. I stepped over to her, kissing her on her lips. “I will be back in a few. I love you,” I whispered.
Harvey didn’t say anything back. Instead, she simply nodded. I headed out the door, hopped on my bike, and took off. I needed to make sure Lakia was straight. If that meant I had to kick in Monfua’s fucking door and cause havoc, I would.
LAKIA
