Letting Go

Eighteen

Reginald's POV

It has been three weeks since I've had the time I wanted to spend with A'taya. Work has come up and Sunday School, choir and everything up seems to come up too. I have a feeling that deep down inside she has resentment towards me for something.

Like I have done something, and now she's not letting me in. I have to say this is pissing me off because I have done nothing but wait for her and love her.

I know it's early for love but even though she's so broken my heart reached out wanting to mold it back into shape and nurse it to health. It sucks that every time I've tried it's been nothing but excuses.

The first two weeks I didn't mind, she had convocation, and I know she had work to make up for it after but this third week I've reached out so much and I haven't gotten so much as a hi.

"Reginald!" My momma called

"Coming." I said and got out of bed deciding not to mope all day.

"Morning mama." I said coming downstairs in my kitchen.

"Morning baby." She kissed my cheek and I pulled her into my arms needing a hug.

I have honestly never felt like this. This is probably how females felt after I dubbed them. This isn't my role, but yet I'm sitting here playing it well.

"I made your favorites." My mother said. "Smothered pork chops and grits."

"Thanks ma." I said and sat down at the island.

I put my head in my hands. Where did I go wrong? Did I push her too much? Why is it that she is blatantly ignoring me. Like I don't exist.

"Reginald." My mama said smacking me in my head.

"Ow ma!" I said.

"First of all, what I tell you about ma-ing me? Second, keep them elbows off this countertop and third, what little girl you got pregnant?" My mother asked with her hands on her hips.

"Wha- mama listen nobody is pregnant." I said rubbing my temples.

"It's only two reasons why any of my Payne boys make that face. Now unless you in some trouble with a girl or," she paused. "You in love?"

"I'm not in love mama." I sighed.

She smacked my head again." Lie to me again." She said sternly.

"Alright, maybe I'm in a little bit of love." I groaned for the first time admitting it.

"So what's wrong?" She asked me. "Oh god please don't tell me she one of those extra ghetto girls." She rolled her eyes.

"She's not, she just won't talk to me." I said upset.

"Well what you do for her not to talk to you?" She asked me.

"I didn't do nothing. She just isn't."

"She just not talking to you? As much as I'd love to believe that I can't. What's wrong?"

"Maybe I pushed her too much." I shrugged.

"I could help you if you tell me what's wrong."

"I started speaking to her, she got some baggage and I feel like I pushed her too hard."

"Well what was the conversation you and her had last like?" She asked me.

"It was good, we hung out like usual and everything." I told her.