A Beautiful Mess

Four

London

It'a 3 o'clock in the morning and I'm tired as hell. I heard little whining noises and sighed deeply. I got up and made my way toward Jada's crib, "Ssh, baby. Momma's here." I picked Jada up. Then Zyale walked into the room. "Dang, it's 3 a.m." He muttered rubbing his face. I sat down in the rocking chair and pulled up my shirt to feed Jada, "Then go back to sleep baby. I got it." I muttered sleepily. He pecked my lips then exited the room.

Once I felt her body fall fast asleep in my arms, I placed her fragile body into her crib, "sleep tight honey." I uttered.

I walked back into my room and settled back down in bed that's when I felt arms wrap around my waist. I faced Zyale, "where did you go earlier?" The question slipped out of my mouth like butter on a frying pan. He exhaled, "just out." He simply replied. "Sure whatever." I shifted his arms from around me.

"You mad or something?" He asked. "No." I spoke with annoyance slipping through my words. "Whatever man."

I got up and walked down stairs, frisking through the mail. I stumbled upon bills: Light bill, car bill, hospital bill, and the water bill. "I knew it, we can't afford here." I groaned. I dropped the bills back onto the table. I shuffled back up the steps and laid in the guest room. I'm not sleeping next to Zyale. He's irking my nerves right now. I will find out where he's going...

1 in the Afternoon

I continuously rocked Jada in my arms when Zyale appeared. "I'm going out, see you." He kissed my nose and Jada's head. "Where are you going?" I picked at the question. "Out. Okay? Why are you grilling so hard at where I'm going, I'm coming back." "K, bye." I rolled my eyes and flipped through the television channels. "Mother fu-king liar." I snorted lowly.

Zyale

I left the house and walked down the streets until I stumbled on 1st street. "F-ck it, here goes nothing." I muttered.

"Your late." He said.

"I realized." I scoffed.

"Don't f-ck around and lose your life."

"I don't really care," I laughed, "just give me what I fu-king need."

"In the back, grab it n-gga, what you standing here clueless for?" He murmured at his desk.

I walked to the back, weed, weed everywhere. I grabbed a few bags and slammed the cash on his desk, "see ya b-tches." I left.

"Freeze!" I turned, "fuck" I whispered. "Drop the drugs sir." The fit cop said, I can't run, he's fit as hell. "Mane! I was just--"

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say could and will be held against you under the court of law." He began to say the Miranda rights.

Aww shit, I f-cked up...