Bashar
I left her and it was definitely for the best, she deserved more than me bro cause I was always fuckin around, doing some bullshit and never had fuckin consequences for my dumb ass actions.
How the fuck I threaten a nigga and made him leave to London cause of her and ain't expect he to be mad, like am I dumb?
So I left and I stood outside her door for at least 5 minutes. All I could hear was her crying, but it was definitely for the best, she could go back and have the relationship she wanted with that nigga.
If she comes back it's because she actually wants me and not because I ran her nigga away.
I'm the fuckin pussy here.
I drove home to my place and I opened up my door, Basi was on the couch.
"Sup bro"
I shrugged and put down my keys and took my jacket off.
"A lot is happening and I just gotta chill out, so imma head to bed" he nodded and I went to my room and closed my door.
Milan's clothes was on the couch and her jewelry on my side table. I just groaned and picked it all up and put it in my bottom drawer. I didn't need to see that shit right now.
I turned on the tv and watched whatever was on until I got up to shower.
I got to the bathroom and her lashes were on my sink, soap in the shower and bonnet hung up on the door.
I grabbed it all and put it in the medicine cabinet that I didn't use and closed it shut. I showered and I kept thinking about her, she always sat on the toilet or showered with me or she would be waiting for me in the bedroom.
I got out and grabbed my towel, wrapped it around my body and headed back to my room.
I dried my skin, put on lotion and got some clothes but her panties were in my top drawer along with her bras and a picture of us.
I began to feel like I couldn't stay in this apartment but I just grabbed everything and flung it in my closet and I was fine until I went into the kitchen and my bacon egg and cheese was there, waiting for me.
She wasn't there to take it.
Every time I bought it I'd buy it knowing that she would take it because she loved how it would taste when she grilled it over.
And I lost it, I picked it up and threw it away and Basi walked in concerned but I was fuckin losing it bro.
"What's wrong bro?"
I went to my room, grabbed a suit case and packed some clothes and left without saying a thing.
I had to leave.
Milan-
Work this week was tough, I was handling it well at work but at home, my heart would break and I'd cry my eyes out.
Why couldn't we just talk about it or something ?
It's whatever I'll be fine.... shit I hope so.
I've never felt like that before but bro, this the first time I ever felt like shit was really done between me and Bashar.
I drove to my mom's house, I was taking her to church today and I was drained bro like tired as fuck but I had to.
I pulled up and honked my horn, I waited and I opened my phone.
Nothing going on just dry but I did have a message from him.
Brandon-I have paper work and some more stuff for you to go through, come over at the office when you can, I'll be there all day until 12am.
I groaned, I was fed up of this fuckin job but high key fuckin grateful too, I was just mad tired.
Brandon and I been cool, chillin. Since I told him to get off me he been cool but I just feel like I hurt his feelings.
"Hey baby" mom got in the car and I smiled.
"Hey ma"
We drove to church and she begged me to come in with her and I wanted to but I haven't seen those people in years and I'm not tryna knock somebody out for talking shit to my face, since audacity is free in the house of the Lord.
I watched her walk in then I drove off heading to that damn office.
I got in with my stuff, dressed in some sweats and fluffy flip flops.
"Wassup" I dropped my stuff onto his desk and he looked up at me and back at his work with an attitude.
"Why you look at me like that? What I do?" He flipped through his folder and shook his head.
"Nothing, can we start now?" I couldn't believe the attitude I was getting but nobody gonna give more attitude than me.
"Ight what you gotta do? Give me the papers and Imma go handle them now" he got a folder and handed it over.
"Wassup with you today? Did I do sum? You acting mad su-... um, you're acting weird" I said as I looked through the folder quickly, getting a glimpse of the paper work and sat pulling out my pencil case so that I could start.
"Nothin now come one we got lots of work to do and I gotta be home by 9"
"What's going on? You never have to be home that early, you got a curfew or sum?" I raised my brow as he fumbled and shook his head.
"What's wrong?"
He shook his head but clearly something was bothering him and it was bothering me now but I just opened my folder and started working.
About an hour in I looked up at him and I knew something was up, not a word from him like wassup with you bro? He was acting mad sus, like sad in a way but I didn't want to be all up in his business but it wasn't like him.
"Brandon come on"
"What?" He raised his brow and I did the same back waiting for an explanation.
"My father came back from Russia and he wants to have dinner at 9 and I don't want to go but I don't have much of a choice do I" he said while writing and as I went through papers.
"I mean is he bad or sum? You're grown you don't need to be in that house by 9, you're 24 Brandon what is he gonna do? Whoop you?" he laughed a little and I looked up and smiled.
"Actually yeah, he's not the one to fuck with, when he speaks we move accordingly no matter how we feel. That's why I called you over here, I need help or something I'll go tonight but I'm not ever going back to them, so I need to go MIA for a little while."
I knew it was serious, as we spoke he looked frustrated, his eyes got teary a little but he fought them back and from the things I heard, it was understandable.
"He killed my oldest brother, he didn't care, he went to Russia and he called me asking me to book a flight for him to come back home and he told me 'dad saw me in this weird room and I think he's gonna do something so I gotta go now' and I called back and he was running and saying he loved all of us but then we didn't hear from him until a week after from a hospital in Russia, he was murdered and they found his body by a dumpster. I'm the seventh of eight, the youngest is my sister and she loves him, she doesn't know about all this but I just want to run now, I'm tired of this, I won't say anything about him I just wanna be alone"
I stood up and walked to his side of the desk and sat next to him and wiped his tears away.
"We'll figure it out Brandon, let's try finishing this by 3 and we can talk about okay" he nodded and we got back to work.
We worked non-stop until we finished at 3:30 and I looked up at him, he started putting away the work and I helped.
"So you gotta move first of all, sell your old car and get a new one." He nodded and I put the rest of the papers away in the file drawers and he sat at the edge of the desk looking at me put stuff away.
"What about my job?" I turned around and shrugged, this was clearly what he loved to do but I just wasn't sure if he should stay.
"He knows that you work here?"
"I'm sure my family told him by now"
"Your nose is pink right now" I giggled a little and he smiled at me.
"About the job, we can find you a new job, same field but different location and new number" he nodded and we started looking at new jobs for him and decided to put his car for sale and look at new apartments.
"I can see if my building has any available apartments for you and we can change your number in the morning just go home as normal and leave for work as normal but meet me at the mall okay and try taking as much stuff as possible, probably move them at night" he nodded and I checked the time.
"It's 5, we should get going, I need to get my mom from church at 6"
"Yeah okay"
I gathered my bag and other stuff and picked up my keys.
"Be safe okay, don't look suspicious act normal" he pulled me in for a hug and hugged him back.
He smelled good and he rest his head on mine
"I'm scared" he said and laughed but I couldn't smile or laugh with him, I was scared and I hugged him tighter.
"Please be safe okay?" He pulled away and nodded again.
"Come on" I pulled away and walked to the door and turned the office lights off.
"Wait come back"
"What? Brandon we gotta go, I gotta go"
I sighed and walked back in, he took my hand and intertwined his fingers in mine.
"Thank you"
"It's cool, can we go"
He held me by the bottom of my back and pulled me in slowly and lifted my chin and kissed me.
And I felt fuckin butterflies like what the fuck am I doin bro?? What the fuck is this shit ? What the fuck son????
But I did kiss back and he grabbed my neck and I pulled away.
"I gotta go" I walked out into the hall and up to the front where I saw some other co-workers that stayed late today.
"I'll see you guys later"
"Milan!"
I walked out to my car and got in and he came up and knocked on my window, I let it down.
"I'm sorry, I know you said you weren't looking for anything and I fucked up"
"You good , I gotta go" I started my car and drove off without saying anything again. I just needed space.
