The Unusual Suspects Book 2

Justin

"So...she's your ex. Okay, is this all awkward for you? I mean she is coming through here later." Suki asked me.            
"Naw. I mean our relationship is dead, we both moved on. It's not awkward at all. I just felt the need to explain because of what they said last night when we were at the hospital. I just didn't want you to feel like I was trying to deceive you or anything." I said to her.
"Listen, I put two and two together last night, it's okay. I was more concerned about how you were handling it mentally than anything. I can't say I know what it's like to lose a child because clearly my child is here, but I can sympathize. This is what comes with you, it's okay." she said. Man how understanding she was about everything seemed so unreal. I really laid everything out for last night. We talked about the fight, the bipolar shit, therapy, medication...all of that, She just listened and never showed any signs of bother by any of it. I hope she wasn't the opps for real, but you never know. Well not yet anyway.                        "Well can't say I didn't say anything. That was the issue with my ex. It was things we both weren't forthcoming about." I told her.                         "Like?" she asked me.                                  
"I didn't tell her about the fight or anything, someone else told her about it on down the line. Then she didn't tell me that she was clearly a lesbian before coming down here." I said.                  "A little communication goes a long way, so I can understand why those would be tough things to find out down the line. But I don't feel like those are actually deal breakers. I mean one of yall were clearly looking for a way out." she said. I just didn't even respond to that for real, there's nothing I could say. 
"So...you over there getting ready for your clients?" I said to her.                        
"I'm always ready for real. I just had actually been in here stretching and unwinding is all." she said to me.            
"That's what's up. I see that must be what you do to keep that body up."    
"Of course, take care of the body and it takes care of you. I mean of course I'm actually deemed overweight but everything is all tight and right so fuck it." she said with a slight laugh.                "Ain't nothing wrong with a little meat." I said and she laughed more.                    
"Stop it!" she said to me.                            
"I'm just saying." I said to her.
"But for real though, I appreciate you. You're a good listener." I told her.                              
"I always wished for one myself, so I always tried to be one. Believe it or not, the shit you going through now won't even matter a year from now. You'll be good, just watch." I hope she was right about that.                                                        
"So what's your story?" I asked her.      
"You might need a Valium to take in my shit." she said laughing. "But I'm sure you know everything that glitters isn't gold. To the world I lived the perfect life. Rich father, mother cold as ever. We were life the fucking Brady bunch but less people. But I grew up so strict. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't choose my clothes, I couldn't speak unless I was spoken to, my grades had to stay straight As, I had to be the picture of perfection. At 15, I started spiraling. I was doing blow and ended up ODing. Met this guy in rehab, fell in love and I got pregnant. Our relationship fell apart when he decided he loved the drugs more than his own family. My family had already wrote me off for reproducing with an addict. His people speculated that it was because he was black, but that wasn't it because my mother is black too. I was given the ultimatum to give my son up for adoption for them to still take care of me or keep my son and he'd cut me off. I chose my baby. My dad does do for my son, but I don't want anything to do with him. So I went from an addict to a dealer to support myself and my baby. I then decided to take up doing makeup and nails to have a legit trail. So I have runners and shit and I do my legit thing. But it's really discreet and member's only type shit." she told me and I was in awe of her. That's a lot to put on a person but she was killing it for real. "At times I deal with depression from thinking of what I overcame so I usually get tattooed to mellow me out. You know, it's like choosing the pain. That's why I'm so tatted." That was deep for real, but I could appreciate it.              
"That says a lot about your character. You're strong, I like that in you."                 
"You're strong too. You just need to realize it. Your strength comes from owning your shit. You made mistakes, but owning them still allows you to walk in a room and still run it with your head held high. You do that, I saw that for myself the day we met. I don't even really pay attention to younger guys, but you have a presence about yourself. But don't get it twisted though, you caught my attention, it's up to you to keep it." she told me and even though she made it clear that she wasn't playing with my ass, I was drawn to her for some reason. I just didn't trust her, something seemed off or just too good to be true.  "I intend to keep it. But let's not pretend that you don't have a presence to you as well. Like I love your confidence. You wear it with pride. You're hard because you had to be, but gentle as well. You just need somebody to be a real man to you, so you don't have to. You're used to doing the man's duties as well. But you need the right one so that you won't have to any longer. You get me, I get you. So...let's see how this plays out." I said.  "Bet." she said simply.                                  
"You mean big bet shorty. Big bet."