Write About Me

Chapter Fourteen: Climax

July 29th, 2004 - Harlem, New York

Christopher Brown.

Phabi: What are you doing? - 12:49am

Laying down..what r u doing? - 12:49am

Phabi: Same. - 12:52am

You aight? Wanna come up? - 12:53am

Phabi: Yeah, I'll be right up. - 12:58am

I sighed putting my sidekick on the dresser next to me. Turning on my lap which was actually dim. Ever since T had that altercation with Phabi, things ain't been quite the same. We took her to the hospital make sure she was alright. She bruised her rib but nothing major besides her battle scars. I still don't know why I ain't kill dude. But, we told Mama Fenty that she was at the wrong place at the wrong time and was confused for someone else. 'Lil bit begged me to not tell her what really happened. I was all for it. Cause then her mom wouldn't allow me around her. But, it's more dangerous now. And I don't want her hurt. But, I also promised her I'd stay with her. Now she's not allowed to do much without me not around. Now it's been a bit awkward. She's been tripping lately. Every time I lay a finger on her, she flinches or she tenses up. The strange thing is that she doesn't seem scared when she does. It's something else. We do spend more time together though, which I'm forever appreciative for.

I heard my window being pulled up, knocking me straight out my thoughts. She climbed through the window siting on my bed which was next to the window. I closed it, turning my attention to her. She just stared at a nigga.

"Hi.." She spoke barely above a whisper.

My eyes trailed her, seeing that she had on my tshirt I left over there last week. She must've washed it cause I spilled juice on it. But it looked like a dress on her. It was sexy..her in my clothing. Her legs were bare, I just wanted to..I'm not going to start.

"What's up 'lil bit?" I looked at her.

She sat with her legs crossed in eachother.

"I have a question.." She spoke low.

"What's wrong? Something happen?" I asked concerningly, 'lil bit knows I don't play about her having questions. A nigga will always be concerned.

She looked down at her fingers, fiddling.

"Phabi? You aight?" I made her look up at me, still seeing that damn blood clot in her eye.

She started to pull on a loose thread on my comforter, avoiding me at all costs.

I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Phabi, talk to me."

She sighed at me, gazing into my eyes.

"R-remember how that one time we were at the restaurant for your birthday, and I thought I came on but I really didn't?" She asked shyly, so shy tonight.. I don't know why.

"Well, it happened again.. I don't know-could you tell me what it is?" She looked at me with pleading eyes.

Fuck, she's wet. I lifted my eyebrow at her once again.

"So you wet?" I questioned.

She nodded nervously.

"What is this Chris! I'm scared." She whined, grabbing my hands pleading.

"You're horny Phabi.. What were you thinking about?" I licked my lips staring at her darkly. My hormones better chill before I end up in jail.