Remember when this book was on maintenance for a long time LMAO. I'm still happy I put it back up because I was really about to strip it for good. </3
So mad I forgot about the last chapter I had already written before hand and it's SO much better than that one but I don't wanna confuse y'all </33 that's not good author shit. :( but, let's get into the chapter. Maybe I'll just publish as a little "outtake" thing? I don't know, I'll have to decide lol
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Janet jumped up in a cold sweat; catching her breath. Once she noticed she wasn't shot or dead, she eased and looked around her surroundings. She looked at Lesane who was fast asleep. Her heart couldn't stop pounding. She managed to get up and walked out of the room and into the kitchen where she turned the light on and went to find a glass.
"Wassup." A voice made her jump and swing around. "My bad. I didn't mean to scare ya'. I was just trying to get some of my shit." He dropped the trash bag full of his stuff and walked into the kitchen making Janet tense up. He took notice so he grew cautious.
"Calm down. I'm just gonna sit down. Chop it up." He held his hands up and sat down. Janet sighed before going to the sink and letting water run into the glass. She took a sip and just stared out the window above the sink.
"So what's up? How you been?" He asked her. She didn't answer, she just nodded.
"Imma say that means good...You know me right? O'Shea. Lesane big brother. The one that taught him everything but he wanna act like a bitch —"
"Goodnight." Janet threw the cup into the sink and was just about to walk out, "Hold up. I wanna talk to ya'. You look...tight." He said making her look at him confused.
"Stressed. I forgot you from them rich neighborhoods." He chuckled, "Come on, sit down. I'm not gonna hold you long." He said. Janet thought for a second before turning around and going to sit in the stool beside him. He waited for her to say something. Meanwhile, she was just trying to find some type of words.
"What am I supposed to tell you?" She asked and looked at him, "Hell, I don't know. Vent. Tell me what got you looking all down and shit." He said, "Probably be better if we go outside. I gotta smoke." He said as he pulled a cigarette out and planted it between his lips, "Come on." He waved her along. Janet sighed and followed him out the front door where they sat in the porch.
"So?"
"I'm just tired." She answered in a low tone. "Just tired huh? What about yo' crib getting shot up? You left so fast that night you didn't let my boy try to touch bases with you. Talk to me about that."
"That happened what? Weeks ago? I'm over that...I'm more bothered by the fact my current home got burglarized tonight."
"Bingo. I knew I'd get it out of you." He clapped. Janet couldn't help but think how good he was.
"It feels like the world is against me. Every time something seems to go right, it just falls apart again. Sometimes it feels like good isn't for me." Janet spoke and he listened, "And I know that's probably not the case because, why would the world be only against me? People go through even more shit than I do —"
"That's your problem. Why you comparing your problems to other people? Fuck other people problems. Focus on your own; Your own peace. Take a time to step away...a hiatus. Focus on your Babygirl and yourself...and maybe that baby nigga in there." He said. Janet just listened and nodded.
"And shit, if you need to calm yourself, I got something." He dug into his pocket, "If it's drugs, I don't want it." She quickly said making him shake his head and pull a bag of weed out.
"Weed makes everyone happy. Even if you just want to take one puff. I promise one puff will have all your worries drifting away. That's what I do. That's why I don't worry about shit." He threw it onto the table. Janet looked at it before looking at him, "So that's your solution? Weed?"
"Yup. I'm not good with other people feelings. I done been in and out of jail. You think I sit and listen to people problems?" He laughed making Janet slightly frown. Now she was confused. "So you're a phony therapist." She said making his laughter stop and a sly look cover his face. "I didn't say I was a damn therapist. You just looked down so I was trying to see what was up."
"So what was what you just told me? Something you've told everyone?"
"You could say that. I say it's advice that fits every situation I've been told. You'll thank me later Mariah." He stood up and threw the cigarette in the grass.
"Janet. My name is Janet." She stood up, "That's right. Janet....Well Janet, if you ever need help to you know, clock a nigga, I'm here. Just tell Sane to give you my number or something. You said someone robbed you? I bet I can find who did it faster than the cops." He said. Janet simply shook her head, "Thank you but, no."
"Suit yourself." He shrugged before opening the door to grab the black trash bags he was previously holding. "Night." He walked down the porch and towards his car. Janet sat and watched before going back inside. She sighed before closing and locking the door.
The house was so quiet. She was used to silence but this silence seemed...eerie to say the most. She walked down the hallway and peeked through the cracked door where Aliegha and Irie slept. It made her smile. She slightly closed it before walking back into the bedroom. Lesane was also still knocked out. She climbed back in bed and laid on Lesane's bare chest. He slightly moved but eased when he took a second to peek and saw it was just her so he let his arm rest on her before they both fell back asleep.
