The Gates housing projects are associated with boarded up windows, huge roaches, crackheads, and welfare mothers who are just trying to make it. The Gates also is called home by three mother-less brothers who run the gang-life surrounded inside of...
Chapter Thirteen part two: Why does it hurt so bad
Just when I think it's through, I find myself right back in love with you- Whitney Houston
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Ashanti Ty'Anna West "Shanti"
"Yes," I screamed aloud, throwing my head back, as I bounced on Reese's d*ck. I closed my eyes tightly as I covered his hardness in my creamy white substance. "D*mn," he grunted filling me. I laid beside him, with my cheeks red and my body fatigued. I looked over at him, wondering. He cuddled close to me.
"You know Santana was killed a couple of weeks ago?" I asked. "Really?" He rubbed his chin. I nodded. "That night I came over here," I added. He just formed his lips into a "o." I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering.
He raised his eyebrow at me, as if he read my mind. "I-I couldn't, I was f*cking you that night," He got up. I didn't mean to offend him, or outright accuse him but that had been on my mind since Santana was murdered. "Not all night," I quietly said. "Drop it," He sternly said through clenched teeth.
I widened my eyes. Reese had never been anything but gentle to me, but judging from my history. I was bound to pick a n*gga with anger issues. Did Reese have another side? I watched as he walked away. "Imma go get in the shower," He mumbled.
"You can go, imma go too," I thought to myself grabbing his keys. Walking into the store I had to laugh at myself, wearing my pajama shorts, slides, and bozo red hair. Not even looking up, I bumped into a tall six-foot figure. "Watch where you going-," I heard him speak before our eyes met.
"Shanti," Scooby's deep mocha colored eyes stared into mine. D*mn the Gates IS too small. I nodded and tried to turn and walk away. I didn't want to see him, speak to him, or even look his direction. "Where you been staying," I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist. "With my man," I popped my lips. I hopped my answer would hurt him the way he hurt me.
"Man," Scooby asked with a sarcastically chuckle. "Yepp you got a whole family, why can't I have a man," I asked removing his arms from my waist. He gave another chuckle.
"I don't have a family," Scooby said putting air quotes around "family." Scooby let out a long sigh. "All this been a mistake," He huffed. "A mistake you can't take back," I mumbled, biting down on my lip. "You gotta believe me, I didn't mean to," He protested softly grabbing my hand. "I don't even know if that's my baby," He admitted.
"I just lost Santana and now I'm dealing with this sh*t," He sighed. I looked at the sadness in his eyes, and I actually started to feel sorry for him. I shook my head. "I gotta-," I started but was stopped. "You're the only person I've ever wanted a baby with," He said tugging directly at my heart. I felt his lips on mine, and it felt just like the first time he kissed me. Butterflies. "Scooby-," I pulled away.
"Come home," He said. He had never shown me this much affection since we met. Call me dumb, but it felt like maybe all we needed was some time apart. I couldn't just leave my man. Scooby was my everything, we needed to work this out.
I parted my lips to say "Ok." He wrapped his arms around me lifting me off the ground. "For real," He asked. "Yes, I love you Scooby," I admitted. He smiled as my phone vibrated.
"Hey girl, wassup," I answered Mel's call. "Girl," Mel dragged. "I know, we really need to get those decorations for Tyra's babyshower," I added. "No, I feel like somebody's watching me," Mel panicked.
|Author's Note: Do we ship Shanti and Scooby? Or Shanti and Reese? Let me know in the comments? Remember to vote! As always, thank y'all for even taking the time to read|
