Page 16 of The Prodigy

I was tempted to get out of bed and walk around to my side, but I didn’t. Seeing my dick might have scared her even more. So I waited until she was on her feet before I scooted over under the covers. She sat sideways on the other side, her back to me, and dropped her head.

“Are you ever gonna let me go?”

She said it so quiet, I had to strain to hear her.

“Yeah,” I finally said. “At some point.”

“Can I at least call my sister? She’s probably worried about me. If she doesn’t hear from me by morning, she’ll call the police. I never stay out overnight.”

“You don’t?” I thought about that for a minute. “So you ain’t got a nigga? Ain’t nobody taking you out on dates and trips and shit?”

She sighed. It seemed like she was getting ready to answer and changed her mind at the last minute. “Can I please just call my sister?” she said. “You can listen while I talk to her.”

Seemed reasonable. “Yeah. I would get up and get your phone, but I’m naked. Unless—”

“No, I’ll get it,” she said quickly. “Where is it?”

So shereallydidn’t wanna see my dick.

“That red gym bag on the floor by the desk. It’s at the bottom.”

I watched her cross the room, paying special attention when she bent down to unzip my bag. I couldn’t see much in the dark, but that was probably for the best. I was on ten. Horny as fuck.

“You got other family?”

“What?”

“Besides your sister. Anybody that would be looking for you.”

She found her phone, pulling it out and inspecting it. “My dad, but he lives in Florida. We don’t talk every day.”

“What about your moms?”

“She’s…gone.”

“Passed?”

“No. I don’t know.” She sighed again. “I haven’t seen her in years. I don’t know where she is.”

“Oh.” I searched for something nice to say. “Sorry to hear that.”

“Mm hm.”

I wouldn’t know shit about that. Me and my moms were tight. She wouldn’t get lost even if I begged her to.

There was silence for a minute, then footsteps as she approached the bed. She sat, but she didn’t lay back down.

“Look, I know all this shit probably got your head spinning right now, but it’s gonna be alright.”

She chuckled. “Head spinning is an understatement. I feel like I’m gonna throw up.”

“I guess you probably ain’t never seen somebody get shot before.”

“I was at a party that got shot up, but I didn’t actually see the person that got killed.”

“You talking about out there at the skating rink?”

“Yeah.”

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