Hakeem. . .
As we lay there in bed all I could think about was how DJ came home crying. She actually cried over another nigga. Just hours after we became more than friends. The pain I'm feeling only means one thing. Damn. I love her. I looked down at her. I could picture us in the future. She woke up and looked straight at me then smiled.
"Are you ok? How long you been up?"
"I never went to sleep. Why did you cry? Do you still love him?" She took a long time answering.
"In a way yes. He was my first love, well first everything. But, I don't love him enough to be with him. I want something more. I want you." That made my heart smile. "Can you start to explain things to me? I want to know everything about you. What's your story?"
"I'll tell you mines if you tell me yours."
"Deal."
"Ok. So when I was born in Baldwin Hills, Cali. My mother's name is Caroline Waters and my father's name is Jordan Waters. She was a fashion designer and basically a millionaire. That's where all the money comes from. When I was 10 she got really sick. She died from cancer that same year. My Dad couldn't take it. We were content for a while but then my Dad started spazzin' out. He beat the hell out of me every chance he got. He said I reminded him of my Mom too much. After a whie CPS came and took me. I just got out of the home last year. That's when my trust fund kicked in. With her life insurance and all her money I'm set for life. My father just died 3 years ago. He was beaten to death by people he owed money to. So there, that's my story." I looked downward. I had been staring into space.She had tears in her eyes and I didn't understand. It didn't phase me much anymore.
"Baby, you're so strong." She kissed me until suddenly I felt as if the story telling coud wait. I was all the way turned on. But, I controlled myself. I needed to know where all of her pain came from.
