War Zone: War In Our Hearts (Book 2)

Time With Her

Yanny named flashed across my phone again and I sighed, letting it ring. She had to call at least 50 times already and I undastand why.

I been gone for 3 days now. Just some time to think and let everything sink in. Like I said, I ain't an emotional ass nigga but damn.

I fought my nigga, Nike, like he was some random dude on the streets. We always had lil ass arguments and fist fights and shit but neva nothin like that.

I inhaled the blunt and laid my head back against the driver seat. The whole scene just replayed in my head ova and ova again.

The shit he said was foul as fuck. Some shit shouldn't have been said but hey, that's how he felt so he said it not caring how shit turned out in the end.

I admit, I was wrong in the situation too. I know Nike. I know how territorial he is when it come to people he fuck with and care bout. I know how unforgivin he is once some shit seem off to him. I know how blunt he is.

But he know how I am too.

And just cause I know how he is, that ain't mean shit to me and still, kinda don't. That nigga disrespected me. Bottle line. He disrespected me and my girl.

Ion deal with disrespect too well and maybe infield handled my situation a lil bit betta. Maybe I coulda handled my anger. But I didn't cause that's not me.

I neva was able to handled my anger. Sometimes that turned out to be a good thing. And sometimes a bad thing. In this lil situation, ion know.

But somethin I do know is ain't no comin back from this. What happen, happened. I ain't a easily forgiven person and neither is Nike.

So I know that's done. I done lost a brotha.

I grabbed my phone and texted Yanny.

Come to the guest house. I'm parked in front.

Right now, I just need her. Its kinda dumb how I'm in front of the guest house but I ain't been here the whole time.

She text me back saying ok and within a few minutes, she opened the passenger side of the car and got in. "Are u ok baby?"

That was the first thing she asked.

Not where I been.

Not who I been with.

Not why I ain't been answerin.

But am I ok.

"Yea I'm good" I leaned my seat back and pulled her in my lap. "Listen, I ain't mean to k-"

"Shh its ok. U don't have to explain yourself to me" her hand came up and rubbed the side of my face "He's gone. Left about 10 minutes after u. U could always call and talk things out"

I shook my head "Naw I ain't on that" I held the hand that was free "The shit he said was unforgivable. He crossed some lines and I'm ova it"

"Are u really?" She asked. Her face was soft "Your eyes tell me something different"

I pulled away from her hand and looked away "I said I'm ova it. Just let it go" she held my hands and I could see her smile from the corner of my eye.

"I heard everything that was said" she started "How u stood up for me. The things u said. The ring u bought"

I chuckled and looked at her "it was suppose to be a surprise"

"Well I know about it now. So can I see the ring? Please"

"Naw"

She laughed "Come on Terrell. I just wanna see it. That's it" I groaned and pulled the ring outta my pocket and opened it. She gasped all dramatically and shit and covered her mouth "its beautiful"

I nodded "Yea, I know. I-"

"Can u put it on me?" She held out her hand and looked at me. This aint how I pictured the proposal. Not at all.

"U deserve somethin special Yanny. Not this shit" I mean, we in a fuckin car.

"Its ok baby. U can always make it up to me when planning the wedding. And in your vows"

I smirked "U really want it now ? You'n care bout how u gettin it? I mean, I ain't on one knee or tellin u all this mushy love shit a-"

"Ugh, just give it to me"

I laughed and slid the ring on her finger. She looked at it and smiled. Even though this ain't how i pictured it, or how she pictured it, shit still feel right.

"I love you Yanny. Real shit" I said honestly. "And Imma do whateva it takes to make this work"

Her eyes got watery and she finally said it. "I love you too"