For The Love

Wanting Her

All I could hear was Earned It by The Weeknd playing in my mind because Liyala loved the song and sang it beautiful. I could just see her now cleaning or cooking dancing and singing it loudly. This song playing while she came on my fingers. I could not bring myself to even ask god what I had done to deserve this hell, but it had happened. I lost her and I earned this dry hell.

I stared at my phone because without her was boring it was like the color being stolen in my now black and white world. My mind kept running back to her, even as I had these girls dancing on me to DJ Mustard's Down On Me.

Liyala's POV

I exhaled slowly listening to Hell Can Wait all I could think about was Lee I was about to message her but I couldn't bring myself to it. My pride and heart was in pain too much.

"The next song is Imagination by Eric Bellinger," I listened to him say as he put the hot oil on my back. "You seem very tense," he said, "especially in your back but I can handle it."

He sat on my butt and began to work. I still thought about Lee though. My phone vibrated and I looked at it to see that I had a message from an Unknown Number.

I will let you think it is over for now, but it isn't done until I am.

I texted Callamar about meeting up because this was some Pretty Little Liars type shit and I was not down for one me against an A group.

When I finally got some balls and got enough courage to actually see Lee it was two weeks later and I couldn't keep looking over my shoulder because something uneasy had set inside of me. I pulled up into the house and rung the buzzard.

"Business?"

"Hey Sal it's Liyala Lee isn't expecting me but I had to drop by."

"Lee told me no visitors this month Liyala."

"I got you your favorite donuts warm and everything from Krispy Kreme."

"You're pulling my leg here."

"Donuts."

"Heads up Lee has been cranky ever since surgery two weeks back Monday."

"Surgery for what?"

"I don't know but Lee hired some maids and no one could come over."

"Alright," I pulled in and gave Sal the donuts and hugged him. He closed the gates after me and I pulled around the circle and stopped the car. I prepped myself for opening the door and shut it behind me, glancing back wondering if I should just leave while I still could. I held the key that I still had and unlocked the door.

"Flora get me more tissues now!"

"Yes Master Lee right away," this girl ran from upstairs to downstairs with two boxes of tissues. Was Lee sick? No one told me about a surgery.

I climbed up the stairs, and unintentionally overheard a conversation, "Do you want me to help? I could use my mouth or hands?" My eyes widened, hoes see someone with money than immediately want sex. I cleared my throat and knocked on the already opened the door. I poked my head through the doorway to see white snow balls all over the floor. Lee's bedroom became New York in the wintertime.

"Hai Lee," I said walking more away from the door. Lee looked pained and I felt like rushing over to help but this thot was staring me down so hard her eyes looked damn near ready to pop out of her head. "Lee can I talk to you.....in private I mean." I turned to the maid, "that does mean walk on sweetie."

She scoff and walked out the room shutting the door and I locked it behind her, nosey bitches stay busting in rooms without knocking.

"Liyala what made you come here?" Lee put a pillow on her lap and winced in pain, "Sal didn't tell you I wasn't seeing anybody."