May POV:
I was up by 4 am. I couldn't sleep so decided to just pack my bags. Stoke slept on the couch so I was in the room alone packing up. Once I packed everything I walked out the door quietly and I left. I didn't want to say bye I just wanted to leave. I get in the car and I headed to my parent's home. When I get there I just sit in the car for almost two hours just thinking about what was next. I knew that my career wasn't on hold but after something so embarrassing I didn't want to take any jobs. I had a poetry show tonight so hopefully, that will take my mind off the sadness. I walked inside and my mom was already cooking herself breakfast.
"Morning mommy"
"Hey baby, what are you doing here?"
"I needed to escape for a while," I said trying to avoid tears but I couldn't and I just start balling. She stopped what she was doing and just comforted me. I explained to her what happened through my tears
"Well, May you know that's just a piece of his past life trying to interfere with the new. I never met this man but it is obvious you love him"
"It's not love mommy it's the principle"
"Oh hush up, I wasn't born yesterday and everyone that looks at you when you spoke about him knows you loved him"
"But he didn't love me. So it doesn't matter"
"How do you know he didn't?" she said giving me a look.
I just sat there and was thinking for a while. I have been through plenty of things that really only Bianka and my parents know. I was getting comfortable enough to tell Stokeley but then this happened and killed all of those emotions. I was angry at him not so much for the fact of the baby or even the girl. The fact that he tried to cover it up with a bold-faced lie and then when shit hit the fan he stayed quiet. I needed defending and he wasn't there to defend me, that was his girl that disrespected me I never did her wrong I just simply stated facts. She threw a drink and got dragged and that also isn't my fault. I have to known Stokeley for almost three years now, I have fought for and with this nigga and the most he could do in this situation was stay quiet. I wasn't going for it. I do love him but right now I just needed my space.
Stoke POV:
"She's gone vro and she told me not to hit her up"
"Daaaaamn, I mean did you get what you have to say off your chest?"
"I said what I had to say, she deserves her space so I won't intrude. I wanna go to the studio though."
"You need to start dropping some soft shit Stokeley for real"
"Not everyone can drop a 'Jocelyn Flores' like you Jah"
"Who cares what the fans want. You are the one in the booth. If one person likes it then that should be enough. That one person may need that slowed song that you have to offer."
"Man whatever, hey but I do have to talk to you about some real personal shit"
"Alright vro I'll meet you at the studio."
I hang up the phone and get ready to head out. I have been smoking all day. I have been really going through some shit and I have this really bad chest pain. I walked into the bedroom and it was hard knowing that I wouldn't have to share my bed anymore. I start tearing up but I just hop in the shower. She left her shower cap, and she wasn't getting it back because it was my favorite color. When I finish doing what I do I head out to the studio and when I get there it's a whole bunch of people here. I mean niggas I know but also people who have been saying some real bullshit behind my back.
Gabe: "Wassup Ski!"
"Wassup Gabe," I said dapping him up and I start dapping everyone up but then Trunks sized me. "Something wrong?"
Trunks: "You a bitch, that's what's wrong"
"Who the fuck you talking to?"
Danny: "I think you need chill Trunks"
Trunks: "Nah fuck that, y'all let this deadbeat ass niggas stay here and act like he all that when he ain't shit. You pussy as fuck that's why May left your ass. Who knows maybe I might just hit her up. Let her know what real dick feels like, I know when she with me I won't have to wait"
"Let me tell you something, she wouldn't want anything to do with your Asian ass anyways. You a goofy, remember who got you here because if it wasn't for me you wouldn't be here remember that shit"
Trunks: "Whatever nigga you and Wifi are some opp ass niggas. Y'all only here for X but once x start blowing up y'all niggas start to leave"
"NIGGA I MADE THIS SHIT WITH X YOUR ASS WASN'T HERE. SHUT THE FUCK UP" Jah walk through the door and everyone get quiet like they dad just walk through the room.
Jah: "What's going on?"
"Get this fuck ass nigga, I told you don't let him stay and now he wanna start shit. Then he gon call me a deadbeat like I have kids? You see me with kids nigga?"
Jah: "Ming shut your ass up you really just got here. Your barely a rapper your more like a hype man. Stoke let go talk where everyone isn't"
Me and Jah walk to another room away from the main studio and we had a talk we needed. I wasn't leaving members only but I was going to start looking into record deals. They always looked at us as a duo but we were really two separate artists. Once he got signed I knew I had to get a move on. I also discussed my health with him. He was my brother and I had to let him know about my fat boy disease. I wanted to keep it private but I at least needed one person to know.
May POV:
"Thank you guys so much for coming out tonight, I needed this love and energy more than you know. Thank you."
I walk off stage and Giveon was waiting for me as he usually does.
"The beautiful poet"
"Mr. Singer. Your song was beautiful"
"Awe thank you thank you, I had the one girl help me get my writing good. She's the bomb"
"Awe for real, you gotta hook me up with her"
"Oh for sure, she calls her self Dr. She"
"Dope." We laughed. "How have you been though?"
"I have been holding it down while you were away. In New York"
"You saw all of that huh?" I said looking down embarrassed.
"I mean yeah but I don't know what I don't see so I try not to judge"
"It was crazy, she just I don't know. That girl was a liar and everything"
"Just don't let it get to you, it's over now," he said gazing at me. I looked away nervously, I didn't want to get into anything new not yet. "I have another song I want you to listen to. If you can drop me home I will play it for you."
"Yeah sure we can do that," I said taking a sip of my drink and getting back on the stage to host. After the show was over and people were beginning to clean up me and Giveon walked to my car and we drove off.
"Tryna make it to your crib..."
"Giveon this is beautiful, your truly talented. Not to brag I helped you but the words. This is a story."
"Ha, thanks Doc, I really need that."
"This is about you?"
"No, it's actually about my friend and his girlfriend"
"Really?"
"I mean eventually I will do my own stories but it's much easier to tell someone else's"
"Hm, I never thought of it in that way," I said. We constantly did this eye contact thing. He wasn't ugly or anything but he looked really familiar. I couldn't pinpoint it though.
"Well goodnight doc"
"Night Giveon" he gave me a hug. When he walked inside I pulled off and went home.
