Stokeley and I have been spending more time together and it's so much fun, we don't even really be doing shit but it's cool. I've hung out with him and his friends and they're not bad either.
He's also hung out with me and Jahia and they don't seem to have an issues, I think we're becoming serious but he hasn't asked me out yet.
I'm not rushing him at all, i'm just saying. I let out a yawn as I finished my dinner, I got up and put my plate in the sink.
Stokeley finished his drink and threw the can in the garbage, "I hope I didn't tire you out" he laughed.
I rolled my eyes, Today Stokeley picked me up at like 9 and took me with him to run errands and brought me back home at 10. I'm not complaining, I had fun.
"I've never been out that long, but I had fun" I spoke opening my fridge to grab a bottle of water. "Good"
"Whatchu doing tomorrow?" he asked standing up and grabbing his keys. "Uhmmm" I said looking around trying to remember if I had anything planned besides work.
"I get off of work at 12 tomorrow, so i'm all yours at 1" I gave him a slight smile. "I'll pick you up at 2, is that okay?" he questioned before grabbing the door handle.
"Yeah" I gave him a small smile, he waved 'bye' and I waved back to him before he left. I let out a sigh and looked around my apartment.
I didn't know what to do now, I wasn't tired and my apartment was already clean, I finished my Tv show. Damn.
I heard my phone ring and I reached across the counter to grab it, who the hell is calling?
Fuck, it was my dad. "Hello?" I spoke, I rested my hand on the counter and leaned on it. "Hey pumpkin. It's been a while"
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, I know". I don't know why my dad likes to play the victim when we both know he's not, " I miss you". He doesn't miss shit about me, he just realized that since he's getting old and none of his fucking side pieces wanna take care of him he can only call his daughter. fucking fake ass bitch, "sure you do, what happened to your last piece of ass?" I asked walking to my pantry
"She left" I knew it. "Hm, do you think I'm fucking stupid or what, dad? You don't miss shit about me, you never gave a fuuuuuck. Always chasing some 19 year old piece of ass while you were 33, and now that you're old and shit you realized that none of those hoes gave 2 shits about you and you have to fall back on your daughter" I said getting angry with every word I said.
" I was just trying to find love after your mother died" I let out a groan "don't you fucking dare use my mother's death like that. YOU NEVER GAVE A FUCK ABOUT ME OR HER, NEVER! FUCK YOU. HONESTLY FUCK YOU, I HOPE YOU DIE ALONE IN YOUR FUCKING ROOM YOU FUCKING FAKE ASS CUNT AND THERE IS A SPECIAL SPOT IN HELL WITH YOUR NAME WRITEN ON IT. FUCK" I screamed before hanging up.
Fuck, I rested my hands on my head while closing my eyes. "Should I be worried?" I turned my head to see Stokeley behind me, "what the fuck? why are you here?" I said still mad. "I left my charger" I looked at the charging port and saw his charger dangling there, "Take it and get out" I told him while snatching his shit out the wall.
" You wanna-" , before he could finish his sentence I snapped at him "GET THE FUCK OUT" I yelled. He gave me a head nod before taking the charger and heading out.
I sighed before moving my hair out my face
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"I'm sorry, for earlier. I shouldn't have bugged out like that" I told Stokeley while propping up my phone. "Nah, you all good. I be the same way when I'm mad so I get you" he slightly chuckled, "so we still cool? you don't like me any less?" I jokingly asked.
" I still like you the same, maybe a little more" I gave him a cheesy smile, " why is that?". He just shrugged, "I think showing emotion is hot. I can't stand a bitch who keep an act", I just nodded my head in agreement.
"It was my dad that called" I said, I don't know why but I felt like I owed him an explanation and open up a little bit to him. "My dad was a bad person to me and my mom to cut a long story short, he never gave a fuck about us so every once in a while when he calls and says he misses me it get me angry" I explained.
"I get that, my dad was abusive to my mom" He said opening up a little bit, "my mom never left though" he said no longer looking at the camera. "My dad was like 20 years older than my mom, so you know time gets the best of us and now he's old and sick, she takes care of him now. Gives him his meds, feeds him, bathes him and everything under the sun" he sighed.
Hearing Stokeley's story made me feel at ease, I'm not the only person who has a fucked up background. Stokeley's parents remind me of my parents so much, there was a big age gap between my parents. I'm not sure by how much, but maybe in an alternate universe if my mom never got sick and never had the balls to leave she would be in the same position as Stokeleys mom.
"That sounds so much like my parents" I spoke, "I feel like that's how every abusive relationship goes. The dad is significantly older than the mom, the mom either dies from the abuse or she ends up staying and taking care of the dad when he's old and can no longer move" he shrugged.
" that's true" I agreed. "As much as watching my dad beat my mom traumatized me and changed me, I never resent her for not leaving. It fucked me up and sometimes I think I would be so much better mentally and in a better position in life if my mom left but I'm not mad. People always ask how I could still love her because she was "selfish".
"I wouldn't expect you to hate her, I'll admit I was angry at my mom for leaving so late because I only got to spend 2 years with her before she passed.
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