Thug Love

Chapter 07

"Chresanto no! I'm not leaving shit here for her to sell to get her next hit. Those were gifts!"

"From who? Your ex? Bahja, I'll replace all that shit, and more so because you're not bringing shit that the last nigga bought you so you mine as well leave it."

I sucked my teeth, "Whatever!" I continued packing my clothes and sneakers. Chres and I made three trips each carrying two bags, back and forth from the apartment to the car.

"You got mad shit! Fuck you need all of this for?"

I laughed, "I don't wear half of it though."

I ran back into the house.

"BAHJA, what are you doing!? You have all your stuff!" But it went on deaf ears as I raced up the stairs.

"What is this girl doing?"

On his way up the stairs he heard a crash and then Bahja's mother yelling.

"BAHJA PARIS RODRIGUEZ! GET THE FUC OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I SEND YOU AND THAT DAMN THUG TO JAIL."

"Go ahead bitch I broke MY shit MY shit you ain't buy shit you sound dumb." Chres grabbed me before I could get in my used to be mother's face.

"Bae calm down"

"Listen to the wannabe thug Bahja!"

"Bruh you funny this same wannabe thug is more of a man than that rapist boyfriend. Maybe you shouldn't have talked all that shit I would've let you keep MY shit."

I threw up a peace sign and walked out the door. Of course once we got in the car Chres said something. "You just had to do that?"

"Yup" I snapped

"Why?"

"Because I can Chresanto damn! Whatchu feeling bad for her and that rapist? You tryna go help her clean? If not then shut the fuck up!" I was tried of everyone feeling bad for my mom when I've been through wrost so fuck her.

Chres pulled over to the side of the road. "Listen to me and listen good Bahja! I get that fact that you hurting and shit right now, but regardless that's your fucking mother and you only get one! Cherish the fuck outta her she might not be here tomorrow then what? Your mother needs your help right now clearly she's sick. Your brother locked up so really she's all you got for now. So cut the shit Bahja!"

I couldn't lie and say I wasn't scared because I was. I'd never seen Chres flipped the way he did, but he was right.

"But it's okay for her to kick me out and keep her rapist boyfriend? And I'm supposed to say yeah it's okay, Ha Chres miss me with that bullshit!"

"I ain't saying you gotta be okay with whatever she doing but you need to help her se she fucking up and you cant do that by doing to shit to just did. So whenever you done being a bling her hotline and talk to her!"

I rolld my eyes "Yeah whatever"

The rest of the ride was silent. As soon as I was finna run in the house Chres stopped me "Bae I miss my mom okay. I treated her bad like shit and I can't take it back. Just try to fix things with her that's all I'm asking. I didn't spend much time with my mom while she was here because I took for granted that she would always be there. Yes I was always at her house, but that was because her home was my comfort place. When she was raped, I felt lost because her home was no longer safe. Someone invaded my mother's home and ripped the safety and comfort away from it. When she died, I realized I missed out on a lot. When she passed, I realized, I still needed my momma for guidance and Bahja still does!"

I nodded and proceeded to get out the car. I grabbed my bags and made several trips to and from carries the bags. All my bags were placed in the guest room until I figured out what to do with them. By the time we made it back home, midnight was approaching. I was drained and wanted to do nothing more than take a shower and climb in bed.