Kari

43.

"Wassup Ki" I got into my car after another long day at work "Hey Taj what you doin tomorrow?" Kiya asked me as I set the phone up in my car

"I'm babysitting Sarina, why wassup?" I looked down at her as I started my car up "I wanted to have a Christmas party this weekend, you and Kari can come"

I sighed "I can't this weekend beside me and Kari ain't together"

"What?!" Kiya shrieked I chuckled "Yeah we broke up on some cordial shit tho" I clarified she frowned at the camera "What did you do Kareem?" Kiya looked at me knowingly

"Why you assuming I did some?"

"Cause Kari seems so nice and lover girl type, now you I don't know about you" Kiya pointed at me I laughed "I ain't do shit, we just got shit to workout on our own so we decided to take a pause"

"Mhm well I still want her to come give me her number so I can invite her"

"Aight but she probably won't be able to come cause we both babysitting"

Kiya gasped before laughing "I see what Kingston did there" I frowned "I don't what he do?"

"Nothing, but it's fine i'll move it to next weekend" I frowned at her before waving her off "Aight I'll send you shorty number"

"Shorty?"

"Nigga don't start" I deadfaced Kiya she laughed throwing her hands up "What you the one acting like she another random female like you wasn't balls deep in her"

"Shit I wish" I mumbled to myself "But imma call you later KiKi" I picked up my phone Kiya hummed "Deuces nigga" I looked down at my phone then back at the road

"Deuces" She spoke back hanging up I threw my phone into my passenger seat "I miss my wife man" I mumbled to myself as I drove in silence allowing my thoughts to run

I was hurt from Faven more then I realized I mean the girl really did a number on me

Cheating on me in my own crib was wild and then I don't even know how many times she's brought that nigga in there

I set a mental reminder to begin looking for new places it was time to move and I couldn't heal in the same environment that I was hurt in and that was my own crib

The first step to my healing process was moving

As I pulled into my driveway a sense of dread came over my body but I ignored it thinking I was drained from today at work

As soon as I stepped out my car a nigga with a ski mask on came running up to me with a gun "Gimme yo keys nigga!" He yelled I held no expression on my face

I handed him the keys "Pockets, empty em" He pointed to my pocket I began to feel at my pockets feeling nothing

"Ion got nun bro" I said in monotone the nigga cocked his gun "Move" He spoke trying to get into the car I stepped to the side quickly disarming the nigga and wrapping his arm behind his back

"Fuck!" The man yelled "Hand me back my keys cuh" I pulled his arm harder he quickly gave me my keys

"Now get the fuck off my property nigga" I pushed him down the driveway he tried reaching for his gun but I pulled back quickly "You coo nigga" I nodded my head up at him he quickly ran off hopping in a black sedan

I quickly memorized the plate I scoffed shaking my head whoever tried robbing me tried the wrong one

I grabbed my phone calling Kingston "Wassgood Bro"

"Aye cuh I need you to look into some shit for me" I locked my car door walking into my house

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