Independent.

Ch.5

|Trey|

"Bro, that's a fuckin' foul!" Meek yelled.

"Noo, did you not see Curry?" My other friend, Andrew, shouted.

We were just at my crib chilling, watching a basketball game between the Golden State Warriors and the Miami Heat.

"What the hell are you doing, Curry? Get'cha fuckin' head in the game!" Fat Boy yelled, apparently getting frustrated.

I silently laughed and shook my head at this nigga.

"Aye, pass me a Sprite, Trey." Fat Boy asked.

"Nigga, I'm in the living room, you're in the kitchen. Yo' ass right there by the refrigerator."

"So that's how you treat your guests?" He started fake crying, "Ok." He then got up and retrieved a soda.

I laughed for a second, then refocused my attention back on the game.

Unfortunately, I couldn't focus on the game. My mind drifted off to Naomi.

She was indeed beautiful, but stubborn. I can't blame her, though. Why would she want a random nigga paying her bills and shit? I don't know about that, but what I do know is that some nigga messed her up. I, for some reason, can see it in her eyes. It's written plain as day.

Soon, the doorbell rang and Meek was the first one to run to the door. I don't why, but he always does that.

"Damn, Trey. You got babymama drama." Meek walked in here, shaking his head. Fat Boy and Drew just laughed.

"The fuck?" I thought as I jumped up. I haven't even had sex in a while.

I walked to the door and my jaw dropped.

Naomi--and her daughter, I'm guessing. Her daughter was struggling to get down, but Naomi had a tight grip on her.

But anyways, does that mean, I had sex with Naomi a while ago!? No, I don't think that's right.

"Umm..I called you and you didn't answer, so I used your address instead." She spoke low, I barely could hear her.

"Oh, my phone's in my room. Did you need anything?" I asked a little worried.

She took a deep breath, before speaking.

"I was just wondering if I could stay here for a while, until my house is done with reconstruction."

It's now that I realized she brought suitcases along with her. The amount of suitcases she brought, you would think that she's staying here forever. But, you know how girls are with their things.

"Uhm, never mind.. I'll just go to a friend's house or something." She began to grab luggages with her free hand.

I quickly grabbed her arm, making the bag fall out of her hand, "You can stay with me."

She looked shocked, but a whole lot of other expressions mixed in, also. I didn't know what all of them were, but I could pinpoint a few.

"Mommy, I want to get down!" Her daughter struggled to get down, but Naomi wasn't having that.

"Nicole, stop!" Naomi yelled and tightened her grip around Nicole.

Nicole started whimpering, while trying to move Naomi's arm off of her.

"Naomi, stop. You're hurting her!"

I then grabbed a low-sobbing Nicole from her mother.

I rubbed her back as Naomi stood there with a hateful expression on her face. "Shh, it's ok."

"It's not ok!" Her cries got louder, "Mommy no like me ever since Grammy died. She mean to me all the time!" She exclaimed.

The boys ran over here, I guess to see what's going on.

"Y'all good?" Drew asked.

I nodded my head. "I got some problems to handle, so I'm gonna have to talk to y'all later."

They nodded in understanding. Before they left, they dapped me up and pinched Nicole's cheeks, making her smile a little. They waved at Naomi awkwardly, before heading out.

Nicole's crying simmered down, so I placed her down, not without a fight, though.

I then moved past Naomi, who had a stank look on her face, to bring their bags in.

I finished bringing in the bags, while she remained in the doorway with her arms folded across her chest. I closed the door, then locked it.

"Steph Curry, yay!" I heard Nicole shout. I forgot all about that game. Oh well.

I turned my attention back to Naomi, who looked like she wanted to murder someone.

"Look, I don't what the hell is wrong with you, but you better fix that shit right now. You got your daughter crying and shit and didn't even try to comfort her. What mother does that to their fuckin' child? And she saying that you being mean to her, ever since your grandmother passed away. I'm sorry for your loss, but that doesn't mean you have to take that shit out on her. She's a fuckin' child! She can't handle everything. Unlike me, I can handle you and your bullshit and I won't tolerate it. Remember, you're in my house. If it wasn't for Naomi, I swear yo' ass would be out on that curb. Now yo' ass better act right. Not only to me, but you're daughter, too."

She opened her mouth to say something, but I quickly dismissed her.

"I don't wanna hear it." I said walking into the living room, seeing Nicole doing a little victory dance, because the Warriors won. I laughed and joined her.

Even though, I wanted the Heat to win.

Trey Put Naomi In Her Place! I Salute To Him. He's A Brave One !

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