• Sheyya •
I smiled to myself while making his plate I know I'm falling for this nîgga hard because i don't even cook for myself but i'm not gone let him starve
He falling hard too he getting real comfortable with me he even called me love making me bitch up in the inside
I hope this nîgga don't do me dirty because ima be so heart broken i can't even lie
I walked up to him with his plate and his hazel eyes scanned over it looking like he haven't ate in ages
"Don't choke ya self" I warned not wanting him to eat to fast
"You come choke me" he mumbles and i chuckled making him get nervous
"Need to talk to you pa about something important" I said sitting down at the table with my plate
He tensed so i rubbed his thigh letting him know it's okay. I hate his father did that shit to him my baby be scared for real when i say certain shit
"What is it shey?" He asked nervously
"You want to go back home? Because you honestly don't have to if you don't want to" I said picking up my fork to eat my eggs
"I want to stay here sheyya" He whispers
"Good I want you to stay here too"
"Why he do that to you?" I asked I know it made him uneasy but i'm here for him he needa know that
"Well my parents never really loved me how i felt a parent should love they child, they always compared me to other boys that the felt were 'real man' or whatever" he mumbled stabbing at his eggs
"It just got worse honestly because i graduated high school and don't really want to go to college and they kept pressuring me to do something quick"
I didn't believe in that shit even though i'm a gang banger still the system is ridged to keep us broke as shit and unhappy
"S-So wh-"
"If you not ready it's okay pa" I cut him off because he was getting emotional
"When days past on and i didn't my mom would beat me and my dad would touch on me at night while i tried to go to sleep" He closed his eyes
"He told me since i wanted to be a bitch so bad he was gone treat me like one"
I felt my blood boil hearing this shit come out of rodricks mouth because that shit ain't right. He's on a stretcher i swea' ta god
"Shey?" I felt his hand rub over mines making me sigh
"I'm sorry pa that shìt got a nîgga tight" i mumbled
"Youn have to worry about that shit no more i promise you that" I said watching him pick up his bacon
I took a napkin and wiped his tears, i didn't want to with my hands just because of that bacon
"Thank you shey for being here for me" He mumbled
"Thank you for allowing me to be here for you" I replied smiling at him
