Trouble in Paradise

Chapter 28: Sanai

"Sanai, Ima call you back." The call ended.

I was really at a loss for words, I've never been through nothing like this.

"What are we supposed to do, Julian?"

"Act like you don't know shit about what happened?! You hear me?" I must've took too long to answer because he repeated himself 2 octaves higher and got in my face.

"Okay, okay Julian. Damnn." I backed up, he was scaring me.

"I'm sorry, ma. It's just that I ain't going out for that, not when I only did it to help you."

"I ain't say kill him. As matter fact, I ain't say nothing so don't blame shit on me!"

"I wouldn't have been in this mess if I wouldn't have never agreed to helping yo ass."

"Well, I didn't put a fucking gun to your head." I stormed into the bedroom and gathered some of my things into a duffle bag.

"Where you going, ma?" He asked from the door way.

"Away from you."

"That's your problem now, always running from shit. That ain't gone solve nothing."

"Move out my way."

"No, so go and put your shit back up."

"Julian, I'm not playing with you."

"Good, now we both know this ain't a game." I huffed.

"Move." I said once more but he didn't budge. Defeated, I dropped my bag.

"Can't never argue with you because you quick to leave. Stop running when shit get tough, ma."

"You right." I couldn't look him in his face. He lifted my face to his.

"Now take your shit out that bag and put it up while I go finish cooking." He pecked my lips before leaving the room. I sighed and put my clothes away. If I kept acting like this, I know he would leave me. Nobody wants a childish acting significant other. I got to get myself together.

Dinner was quiet, each of us equally consumed by our thoughts. Until I decided to break it.

"You think they'll find out who did it?"

"Nah, we made sure the scene was clean so it's no evidence. The only way is if there was a witness and I don't think there was. And I'm positive none of us is going to talk about it." He looked at me and I swallowed. Damn, we told Amiyah but we ain't tell her everything. I hope Lai don't tell Jason. I don't care if that's her boyfriend, you'll never know who'll turn on you.

"Well, we haven't told anyone." I lied through my teeth.

"Okay, now. When shit hits the fan y'all gone be the ones we look at. Cause we don't run our mouths." He referred to himself and Laiya's father.

"I hear you." I yawned. "I'm going to bed." I threw away the scraps, placed my plate in the sink, then retired for the night.

The next morning, the smell of cinnamon pancakes woke me up and flirted with my nostrils.

"This boy always cooking. He's going to make me fat." I voiced aloud before getting out of bed. His side lay undisturbed so I knew he stayed up all night.

"Why didn't you come to bed?" I asked after I wrapped my arms around him.

"I couldn't sleep, ma. You was snoring too loud." I smacked his butt.

"Nah, ma. Not that gay shit." He looked down at me before flipping the pancake.

"You know I don't snore."