Me and Jah have been talking as friends for 4 weeks.
I had just got off my shift at the public library.
I walked out the building and Jah was leaning on the passenger side of his truck, giving his full attention to his phone in hand.
"Hey Jah, get off my side." his head jerked up and he smiled.
"Wassup girl. " He hugged me and I inhaled his manly scent.
"You smell good." I pulled away.
"I was about to say the same about you."
"Mmmhm. Thanks." I said eying him on the low and he opened the door for me and I climbed in as he shut it.
"Aye" He got my attention as I shifted over in my seat facing him.
"Wassup lil drake ass boy?" I chuckled.
"Lame ass joke. But aye, I wanna take you out."
"Where to?" I asked him arching my eyebrow.
"Diamonds" He suggested.
"Sounds like a ghetto ass strip club that was named after a hoe." clearly stating the fact that I don't party.
"Nah, its a regular club, you'd have fun though." He said trying to reassure me.
"Yeah.Okay.No" His smile faded "Gotcho ass, but nah I ain't going"
"Why not" he stopped at the red light and looked over at me with one hand on the steering wheel. Here he go with that soft ass face that he loves to use on me when he don't get his way.
"Because I don't party, I just don't find the fact that I'd have trillions of dead skin cells on my body and stupid drunk people in my face with they musty ass breath, hollering over the music and them fishy ass girls with they booty on me trying to back they ass up on they new baby daddy, amusing .. Shit lame" I shrugged and he shook his head laughing.
"Mandel bitch ass ain't never let you go free did he?" he asked and I looked over at him .
"Don't talk about my father that way, and no he didn't, and I'm happy he didn't because I went down the right path as a child up until this very moment."
"whatever. You going." he demands
"No i'm not." I protest
"I'm not asking, yo muhfuckin ass, I'm tellin you. "
"Who the hell?" I check the back seat and looked out the window. "Who you talking to?"
"I'm talking to you !" Jah really want these hands on his yellow ugly face.
"Not when you yelling and demanding Shit to me." I mean mugged him on the low.
"Fix yo face pitbull face ass." he laughed and we continued to argue until I said fuck it and went to sleep.
"Fuck you Marlo! I hate yo dumb ass !" My mom yelled as she and her boyfriend yelled at each other.
"Fuck you too bitch ! Fucking hoe ! I know that baby ain't mine! You be fuckin all the brothas out chea!" He barked at her. I seen it in my mama's face that she hated that man with a passion, he hurt her , crushed and damaged her over the few years I could understand.
My mom slapped him on his face , and he withdrew his hand and slapped her . they both pulled put guns and aimed right for the head .
"Put the gun down Tonya. I don't wanna hurt you baby." She cocked the gun and at that point he really crossed it when he said those hurtful words earlier.
