HIS-Story

HIS-Story~ 12

I open my eyes to see a documentary of Egypt on television and the time that read 1:59. Amber was still out, which made me even more worried than before. It's two in the morning now, and the clubs will be closing in another hour, so she should be on the road now or having another round of drinks.

I picked up my phone to see a message from Amber that was sent to me five minutes ago. Staying over April's. It read. A huff escaped my mouth before I stood on my feet and stormed into her bedroom so I can take a shower to clear my head. It was too late to take a jog and I don't want to get pulled over by the police because I'm a black male taking a run around the neighborhood.

The steaming water hits my tensed muscles that was covered in different varieties of tattoos. My gold chain dangled against my neck as in leaned forward with my hands on the white tiles. Doing this position felt like I was Will Smith in iRobot, with a lot of shit on my mind.

A light chuckle escaped my lips. I'm so pussy whipped. Why am I so worried about Amber being out? With Shanice I wouldn't give a fuck, but that's the thing; Amber is not Shanice. She's better than Shanice in many ways than one. When I talked about slowing down, Amber seemed kinda pissed. Did she expect me to give my all to her and give her a ring in two months? Did she give her all to me? If she did, then she shouldn't have. I'm not the type of guy to expect a happy life with; I can admit that. I can also admit that I'm not ready for it.

I turned the water off and opened the sliding glass door to see Amber leaning on the marble sink. "I thought you was supposed to be at April's." I comment before carefully stepping out the shower and grabbing a dry towel off the rack.

"I kinda forgot Shawn was there." She said before putting the toothbrush in her hand back into its rightful place. "I hope you didn't mind me being in here while you took a shower. I had to get the taste of vomit out my mouth and pee really badly."

"You was throwing up." I heard a hint of concern in my voice, but I soon cleared my throat and restated the question with no form of emotions.

Amber nod. "Drunk to much."

You drunk to much because of me? I wanted to ask, but instead I walked past her and walked into the bedroom to dry myself off and put on a pair of blue boxers that was sticking out of my suitcase.

"Good night." I heard her say, before the room turned dark.

She's still pissed, I see. I walked out the room to get my phone that I left on the coffee table. There was another text notification on my phone, this time it was from April. You can thank me later. It read.

She probably convinced Amber to come back. That means April and the others know about our business. I hate that, they don't need to be in our relationship. That's how shit get started, because the female always want to hear the wrong advice from their friends.

My hand vibrates from a sudden phone call I was receiving. I put the phone up to my ear not before checking out the number. "Hello?"

"John wants everyone at the factory." Big G said with his I just woke up voice. "Be there in thirty minutes."

If John wants all of us at two in the morning, then something must of went down earlier. "Aight." I ended the call and walked into Amber's room to put on some clothes and also tell her I'm heading out.

I shook her relax body; earning a groan here and there until she opened her eyes to look up at me. "What?" She rubbed her eyes before looking back up at me.

"I'm heading out." I stated.

"What?!" She was fully awake and aware of me leaving. "Where are you going? Why are you even leaving so late?"