A Story To Tell | Book 2

.53.

:::VANESSA:::

"Good morning."

    I stop dead in my tracks when I'd realized who was sitting in my living room with their feet all propped up on my coffee table with two fixed sandwiches lying in their lap as if they'd lost their mind. Quickly, I turned around and walked back to my room to try it again before coming back out and stopping dead at the end of the hall only to see them still sitting there as if they lived there with me. This girl has some nerve.

    "Deon? What are you doing up in here?" I ask her, folding my arms, already fed up with her existence. It was cool that she spent time with me during my mourning and all, but now, my kitchen didn't miss her being in it and I darn sure didn't miss her being in it. Now, I can't get her out of it.

    "Got hungry and wanted to get away from the chit-lens." She said as she picked up a stupid big glass of my tropical orange juice. The nerve! I pressed my index up against the temples of my forehead and shut my eyes tight.

    "You cannot keep coming in here eating me out of a kitchen, Deon!" I complain as I walked into the kitchen to find that all of the tools she'd used to make her sandwiches were still out onto the counter. "Come and clean up this mess!" I shout at her as I rush out of the kitchen.

    She looked at me with an attitude before standing up.

    "I was gonna get it after I finished eating, damn." She said as she walked past me. I eyeballed her with a death glare, arms still folded, as I walked over to the refrigerator to attempt to find something to eat on. "If you don't want me all up in here, you should think about hiding your spare key." Deon insisted.

    "Oh, I'll be hiding somewhere else today." I said to her.

    Although I was unhappy that she'd literally came in and raided my kitchen, I was happy to have her here. I honestly needed to talk to her about the situation with Chris and Keira. Since I've been confessing a lot to her, I might as well continue on. I no longer had Lamont so, talking to her about my problems was as good as it was going to get now.

    When she'd finished cleaning up the counter, she turned around.

    "You happy now?!" She asked.

    "Very." I answered as I followed her back out into the living room. "Deon, I need to talk to you about something." I tell her as I sit down across the room from her. She eyeballed me as she bit a huge chunk out of her sandwich.

    "About what?" She asked with a full mouth.

    "Chris came to me after the funeral and asked me about moving Keira and her baby into my apartment." I just jump straight to the chase with it. She put her sandwich down and picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth with as she still continued to chew on the mouthful of her sandwich that she'd bitten off. When she finished, she picked up her cup of juice and took huge gulps.

    "Girl, I hate that you get this damn wonder bread. It's so damn dry. Nothing in the world could make it stop you from getting the cotton mouth." Deon complained. I roll my eyes.

    "Deon!" I shout.

    "I'm listening, Ms. Lady, damn!" Deon complained. "What you gonna do?"

    "I've had some time to think about it and I think I'm going to go ahead and take her in." I say, wondering if I was making a huge mistake by this decision that I took my time thinking about.

    "What?" Deon asked me, looking disgusted. "Are you serious?"

    "Why not?" I ask.

    "Maybe because she's sleeping with your ex. Ex-girlfriend, at that." Deon shook her head. "Keira's your niece and all, but how low can you go, Vanessa?" As much as I was hoping that Deon was going to be on my side, all of that hope had just died. I rolled my eyes and looked up for a moment.