My Drug.

Chapter 8

" Cj," I moaned still half asleep. I sat up a little to look at the time on the cable box and it read 4:30 a.m. and somebody was banging on the door. "Cj !" I loudly whispered,shaking him and he still didn't budge.  "Cj !"

"What ?" He asked irritated, pulling the covers over his head, and pulling me closer. "Cj, some body's at the door, I know you hear that " I said yanking the covers off of him.

"Oh Shit ," Cj cursed as he jumped up from the bed and almost fell. I softly laughed as I watched him, he grabbed his gun off of the nightstand and made his way downstairs. I Followed him, and when he noticed I was following him he shook his head and went to the door. Looking through the peephole, he chuckled lightly and looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders and raised my eyebrows. "Just Behave." He said opening the door. I Didn't say anything, But the person who walked in had me shaken.

Although I wasn't scared of him, I knew I had it coming. . .  

Trey stepped in with two other well built dudes. Trey gave Cj a brotherly hug, as the other boys dapped him up.

"What's Up Lil Brah ? Ain't seen You since, yesterday !"

Trey said laughing and Cj did also, closing the door. "Whatchu already pop a niggas ass fah ?" Trey asked.

"Man the nigga was on some shit, yesterday, had to pop the nigga, send him on his way." Cj shrugged. By this time, I think that he forgot about me, and when I made a move to go upstairs the damn stair creaked, that's when everybody turned there attention towards me. "Great," I Thought. 

Trey looked at me. His green eye's turning black. He walked over to the stairs where I stood, I looked at Cj and he sighed.

"This ya girl Lil Bro ?" Trey asked. His eye's never leaving mines.

"Yeah nigga. You got a problem? "'Cj asked walking over to where Trey stood.

"Much Problem. She hit me "

"That's what you get" Cj laughed, lightly pushing Trey so he can get to me. All the while, Trey eye's never left mine instead he became more and more pissed off. When Cj reached for me, I turned to walk up the stairs.

"Kyla, C'mon now !" Cj said slightly annoyed. I pouted but turned back around, taking his hand as he pulled me down the stairs, looking me in the eye's as I looked at him.

"Trey Kyla, Kyla Trey,"Cj introduced us, but hell we already met. I giggled at that thought, only to have Cj look at me in a way a father would look at his daughter when she sees a cute boy.

"'We met, but hello." I said holding my hand out so he can shake it, but instead he just continued to look me in the eye's.

"This nigga got issues," I thought in my head.

"Excuse him, he got issues." Cj said looking at his brother. I wanted to say 'And Nigga You Don't' but I kept that little thought to myself. Finally, Trey took his eye's off of me and looked at his brother .

" So, where the food at ?" Trey asked going to the kitchen, Cj followed him and grabbed my arm , I didn't struggle even though I didn't want to go. These niggas was here 4:30 in the morning just to eat !  Don't y'all got hoes to cook for y'all ?

"I'll Cook. "  I said with a smile. I Pulled away from Cj's grip on my arm and walked into the kitchen. The whole while, I felt Trey's eye's on me, I Just smirked at his craziness and my question was answered as to where does Cj gets his crazy side from.

"Why you smirking ? Huh something funny Miss Kyla ?"

Trey asked in a Taunting voice. He has very serious issues,  like what the fuck, you hit me first. Who ain't gone hit ya ass back for hitting on em? My daddy always taught me right from wrong, which means if a muddafucka touch me, I have a right to whoop they asses ! Daddy knows best. I miss him like crazy