War Zone: War In Our Hearts (Book 2)

Fuckin Pitiful

I stood up and walked outside afta her, but she was already outta the driveway. "Fuck man" I grabbed my phone and sent her a quick text, letting her know we needed to talk but when she ready.

When I walked back inside, the twins and Ty were still there. Like them niggas were stuck or somethin.

"Damn" Ty said "I ain't know they did that shit to her. That's foul man"

"So what? Now u still think she had somethin to do with what happen?" I barked at him.

"I know for sho' she don't now"

Did this nigga just say that?

"So all cause u know her struggle, u feel sorry and wanna make shit right?" David asked. "She told y'all she ain't have shit to do with it, but u only believe her afta hearin how she got her ass beat on a regular by them muthafuckas" he shook his head "Fuckin pitiful"

He walked passed them two and went to his room. I ain't have shit to say to them right now so I grabbed my keys and left.

I got home a lil bit lata and I looked at my phone to see a text from Yanny.

Maybe I made a mistake trying to find a way to make this work. I don't wanna lose u as a friend Terrell, but I can't handle not being good enough for u and your family. I've been through that already and I refuse to go through it again.

Instead of texting her back, I called. "Yes?" She answered.

"What u mean u tired of not bein good enough for me? U more than what I eva needed Yanny and more. Its shit u do for me that ain't no otha female done"

"Yea. Cook and clean for u, but u can get a maid for that"

"Naw that ain't what I'm talkin bout. U there for me when I need u to be. U support whateva I wanna do and u push me to be my best. U make a nigga happy in ways I can't even explain and its all cause u yaself. Its shouldn't matta what Ty, Nike or Sam think bout u cause when it come to us, they irrelevant" I said honestly. "I fuckin miss u shawty and I want shit to go back to how it was when we was happy and togetha"

It was quiet for awhile befo' she spoke "I miss u too"

I smiled and licked my lips "Come ova real quick"

"I can't. I have work in a few"

"Then afta u get off. I ain't goin nowhere. Just hit me up when u on ya way"

"Ok, I will. Bye" When she hung up, I felt like a lil ass boy in the candy store. I had a big ass smile on my face as I walked to the twins room and cleaned it up.

David room wasn't bad. All I had to do was sweep up and mop. Now Lil Sam, I though I done walked inside somebody else house cause this room ain't look like this when I first moved in.

A hole in the wall. Paint comin off. The wooden floor got a crack in it. "What the fuck this nigga do in here?" Look like he had a fuckin UCF fighter in this bitch.

I found used condoms, nasty hoe drawers, fuckin nasty. He needa step up his standards cause if ya hoe got dirty drawers, she got a dirty pussy. Simple.

Afta I finished cleanin, I went and cooked somethin so when Yanny got here, she ain't have to do nothin and could relax.

I don't know what Imma say when she get here but I hope a real nigga don't choke like I bein doin. That's what got me in this situation I'm in.

Its shit I needa tell her to let her know how I feel. I ain't good at puttin my feelins into word like that, so when I finished cookin, I went and wrote her a letter.

I ended up spilling my heart out on the paper. Everythin I wanna tell her and everythin I feel is on this paper. I folded it up and laid it in the table.

Imma slip it in her purse when she ain't lookin so I ain't gotta watch her read it. Just don't wanna face rejection I guess.