If I Ain't Got You

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I wanna take your misery, replace it with happiness
But I need your faith in me, I'm a sucka for love
What you won't do, do for love
You tried everything, but you don't give up
What you won't do, do for love
You tried everything, but you don't give up
: Sucka For Love by Tupac

               Kyron P.O.V.

         "Baby rub my feet!" Jalyh whined. I groaned. Every time I'm trying to play Call of Duty, she start this shit. She don't never start when I'm playing 2k, Madden, Mortal Kombat, or anything like that. She always start when I'm playing the fucking game I can't pause.

        "Jalyh. Why you always doing this shit!" I groaned.

       "Ky, I'm convinced if I get up and walk out that door, you would finish your Call of Duty game before you came to see where I went," she rolled her eyes.

       "Why don't you test that theory?" I asked her. She rolled her eyes again.

       "No. I wanna talk to you," she pouted.

       "I'm trying to finish my mission. Can you wait? Damnnn," I sighed.

      "Wait? Ky I am so fucking tired of you! You a little ass fucking boy always playing games. When you gone grow up? We are about to have a fucking child together! You can't keep doing this shit. You need to get a fucking job. I'm not taking care of this baby by myself. You know I won't able to work once I get up in my pregnancy. I can pay my own bills, but you need to get a job, so you can support our child!" She snapped.

        "Bye Jalyh," I replied. She stood up and snatched my controller out of my hand. She threw it at the flat screen and broke both the TV and my controller.

       "See get your crazy ass on," I shook my head.

        "You need to man the fuck up!" She snapped.

       "Your ass too old to be throwing tantrums and breaking shit when things don't go your fucking way!" I snapped back. Her eyes widened.

       "I can't believe you just yelled at me," she cried. She sat on the couch crying hard. Her shoulders shook and she sobbed loudly. I just stared at her. After screaming at me repeatedly, she crying cause I raised my voice a few octaves.

       "I'm out," I shrugged walking out of the apartment. She better hope she figure some shit out with that tv. Or she gone be hearing KJ mouth and he gone be hearing my mouth. And that's just gone be some shit.

       I got into my car and drove home. King and KJ were probably both here because Lyric's car was the only one that was gone. I walked into the house and went straight into the kitchen. The sight actually surprised me.

       King was reading his newspaper while KJ was cooking and they were actually talking to each other. "I actually think the paprika would enhance the flavor," King told KJ.

       "Paprika? Nah, cayenne pepper would do the trick," KJ replied.

      "Or bacon bits," King replied.

      "Yeah. That works too. We should do all three next time we make deviled eggs," KJ nodded.

       "We should have a party and you should cook for it," King suggested.