Who Says A Thug Can't Be Loved?

Chapter 18

"Lord, if I haven't thanked you enough for all this patience you have been giving me, then let me say it again. I am so thankful and grateful to you for giving me the strength every day to fight these demons who loves bringing me down so I can stay down. We all know Lord, which it will never happen unless if I let it happen and the devil is a mother loving lie. I also wanna thank you for protecting Michelle with your power and continue giving her the strength to face these battles twenty-four-seven. Thank you Lord for also reminding her, to please not ever give up on herself and not underestimate your gift and plans you have for her. Thank you lord for this job, thank you for my friendship, thank you for waking us up every day, thank you lord for helping me stay on track in school and hoped that we continued pulling through together until graduation. Amen." I sighed, after praying. 

I purposely stayed in the bathroom longer because not only I can use a break from people, I wanted to control myself from snapping at hoelena and her friend's neck for trying my girl.

My name is Renee Ross, I'm sixteen years old and I am so tired of dealing with my family bullshit but knew fighting won't do shit for me. So, I would pray and let God handle them because he and I both know, that their karma is on the way and my blessing will come through. For the time being, I gotta deal with the nonsense, save whatever how much I can and focus on school. I seriously cannot wait to move out of that place. 

I looked at my reflection, making sure my hair is straight after all that back and forth to the podium, phone calls and pack up to-go orders. I checked my Motorola Razar flip phone that my cheap ass aunt bought me and sadly, I haven receive any messages from T-rack including today. 

The last time I heard from him was weeks ago when I joined him for brunch. I sigh in disappointment. I knew better but, I couldn't helped to feel some type of way. Damn, I hate it how this fine boy is making me feel this way. I figured he's been busy since he is of course a drug dealer, but I would've thought he at least checked up on me. 

Even if it's only one word, I would be happy. I also hate thinking the worse that he's entertaining that hoe cousin of mine or doing God knows what with other females. I ain't gonna blow up his phone like a crazy chick (Jelena) and focus on me. 

Like our grandmother has always said to me, never chase any fool or sweat over a boy. They'll call when they do and if not, keep it moving and focus on your future. Not a future boyfriend for yourself.

After placing my phone back inside my pocket, I made sure that I'm good. I opened the bathroom door but jumped back after seeing T-rack leaning on the side with a smirk on his face. Michelle is sitting on a booth rolling silverware's. I'm assuming he must've asks her not to snitch so he can surprise me. 

"Sup gorgeous" he greeted, showing off the cutest smile along with his dimples. "I'm sorry I haven't been hittin' you up. I've been busy, but I have been thinkin' about you every day." He explained. 

I almost smiled, literally almost showed my perfect white straight teeth. 

"Mhm" I responded and walked past him as Michelle looks at me, making sure I'm good but remain seated since she already knew I got this. 

"Nee baby" he called me by the nickname he gave me. But I still ignored him, standing behind the counter counting the money I owed for the restaurant. 

T-rack chuckles as he leans his body forward on the counter as our faces are few inches away. I kept my poker face as I started typing up my report, trying my hardest not to cave in fast.