Bryant POV
I woke up out of my sleep to my son crying. I went to his room and he was sitting on the side of his bed crying.
"Daddy!"
He screamed when he saw me and ran up to me. I picked him up and placed him on my chest. Felt his heart beat slow down as I was holding him.
"What is the matter boy?"
" I scared"
I hugged him close to me. It seems everyday this week this happens I don't know why the kid acting like this. He was about to be 6 years old in a couple of months yet the boy still fails to sleep by himself.
I laid him back in his bed and tucked him in. I was walking out the door when he said something that made my whole body freeze.
" Will I ever meet my mommy?"
I ignored him turned off his light closed his door and left. I wasn't ready to talk about that subject yet at least not with him. I walk into Laylas room. She was knocked out. I watched her sleep for a minute. She reminded me of her sister. She couldn't sleep in one position and she was turned sideways with her head hanging off the bed and covers tangled in her feet. I can't believe she stole so much money from me. It ain't even that the money missing, but note so the loyalty that was broken.
If I would not have taken this little girl in five years ago she'd probably be a pregnant prostitute right now no lie. I did this little girl a favor by taking her in. I just hope she understands how serious some shit like this is.
I walked out her room and into the living room. I looked over at the clock it was 5:30am on a Saturday. I went to the refrigerator and got me a soda. I then went to my living room which was six doors down. I lived in a 3 story 6 bedroom 4 bathroom house which my dad lent me. I work at his best friends business. He is a talent agent he signs young rappers and actually gets them somewhere in life. Just after only two years they made me there a business man. I'm talking atleast 7 meetings a day with niggas from everywhere across the state. I flipped up my couch, where I had all my product. yea I was still selling once a hustler always a hustler. I got this friend named Dro, he tryna start this empire out here and I'm trying to get a section of it. I flipped the couch back and sat down. Times like these I really wish I had Kayla back in my life.
