*EXCUSE ANY MISTAKES!*
AMENDO NASOHN SCOTT
MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE
26 YEARS OLD
Up in the early morning, Amendo found himself gripping the stirring wheel with his right hand as he drove through the traffic on his way to drop Mj off at school. The boy had been sleeping over at his house for the past two weeks since his mother had put him out, and he didn't mind at all.
Truth be told he enjoyed the company since it was usually always him alone in the one story home. Besides when Essence would come over to chill with him.
Coming up to a red light, he allowed his back to rest against the seat as his finger tapped against the steering wheel lightly matching the rhythm of the Nba Youngboy song that was playing faintly throughout the car.
"Money Over Loyalty" Mj mumbled to himself as he read over the hat that he had picked up from Amendo's floor. Amendo pressed his feet on the gas before looking over at Mj who held the hat in his hand with an confused look on his face.
"Fuck you get this from" Mj asked him out of curiosity. Amendo thought about it for a minute before it came back to him.
"Dawg gave me that shit,--Nigga told me once he'll wipe his own sister or brother out if the price was right" Amendo stated truthfully as he turned into the corner. Mj scrunched his face before throwing the hat in the backseat.
"That shit don't sound off to you" Mj asked Amendo with his eyebrow raised. Amendo shrugged not worrying about Dawg or anybody else.
The rest of the car ride was silent as the pair had finally made it to Mj's school. Pulling up in front of the school, Amendo pulled a fifty from his pocket before handing it over to Mj to hold him over until Amendo came to pick him up.
Thanking him, Mj and Amendo both shared their goodbyes before Amendo left the school making his way towards Kamecia since they had an early morning session,--but first he wanted to stop and get the girl some breakfast out of kindness.
Arriving at chic-fil-a, he quickly jumped into the line seeing that it wasn't very long. Waiting for a moment, he began to rolled down his window he watched as the middle aged woman approach his window.
"Welcome to Chic-Fil-A, how may I help you" She smiled at him as she held the device in her hand. Thinking for a minute, he didn't realized he didn't know her order or what type of foods she ate.
Not wanting to waste the woman's time, he ordered her a simple eight count chicken mini along with some fruit and an orange juice. He didn't get himself anything due to the simple fact he didn't like breakfast food, and he just didn't have an appetite in the mornings. He paid before driving up in the line waiting on the order.
After getting her food, he started the route to her house.
Recently, the two had been having their sessions at her house since she had been having morning sickness heavily, and her feet were starting to swell. Most mornings, she was to sick to even leave bed, so she found being in the comfort of her home more comfortable than going into the building.
Turning on her street, he slowed the car a bit as he approached her driveway. Turning in her driveway, he grabbed his phone from the cupholder sending her a text that he was outside. He watched as she quickly hearted the message followed up by a simple 'ok' before he grabbed her food and drink exiting the car.
Stepping onto her porch, he raised his hand sending three knocks to the door before stepping back. He looked left and right to keep aware of his surroundings as he waited patiently to open the door.
