Got Til' Its Gone

XV.| return of trouble

March, 1997

I  walked into my house after a long day of work to my phone ringing. Every since my dad went to jail, I've been doing overtime so that I can pay for all my senior stuff, prom was in less than two months and I still don't have my stuff together.

"Hello." Quincy said softly on the phone. I rolled my eyes to the sound of his voice. Rightfully so, I'm still mad at him for what he did , but something in me still wants to talk to him. "Yes Quincy?" I replied with an attitude. "You still mad at me?" He asked sounding like he was making puppy dog eyes through the phone.
I know it sounds stupid of me, but I want to forgive him because I'm tired of not talking to him.
"I'm fine. What about you." I said softening up just a little.

"I'm not too well." He said I'm sad voice.
"What's wrong baby?" I asked concerned about my man.
Regardless of what he did that's still my man and I have to be by his side.

"I miss my girl. Would you tell her for me?" He asked jokingly.
"Hmm your girl? I don't think I know her." I laughed.
"You know Jade? Jade Johnson? That beautiful girl with those pretty brown eyes and long hair." He explained.
"Oh yeah I know her she ain't all that." I laughed.

"I know she misses you as well though." I smiled through the phone.
"How you know?" He asked in a 'stop lying' tone.
"She told me." I laughed.

"Oh yeah, well ask her if I could come see her then?" He laughed.
"I don't know about all that, I , I mean she might not be fully recovered." I said kind of getting sad.

"Man Jay , I'm really sorry for what I did to you. I love you and it hurt me to hurt you." He cooed.
That's all it took for him to have me swooning over him all over again.

I know that some might say I'm dumb over Quincy , but I love him.
"I love you too." I sighed.

With that being said we hung up the phone and Quincy was on the way to my house. Steven wasn't home , so it was the perfect moment for him to come and see me.

I took a quick shower and put on a big T-shirt , ready for his arrival.
Suddenly there was a knock on my door and there was my baby or so I thought.

I opened the door to sector wrong person standing in the frame
KEVIN.

"Wassup Jay." He laughed. I just stood there dumbfounded. Trying to think of what to say, trying to think of how he knew where I was. Trying to think of his in the hell he got out of jail.

"Y-You know you're not supposed to be here Kevin, the restraining order says 6000 ft." I stuttered.

"You think I give a fuck about that restraining order Jay?" He said walking closer to me.

I backed up trying to get away from him.
He grabbed my face aggressively and made me look at him. "I'm guessing you thought just because I went to jail this shit was done. I got eyes and ears on your ass 24/7. I know everything" he said throwing my head into the wall.

I stood on against the wall with sweaty palms afraid for my life.
"I ain't gone get you today, but I m gone get you." He smirked before walking out of the door.
I still stood against the wall trying to get my thoughts together. The door was still unlocked, so Quincy came right in.

At this moment , I needed him more than anything. "What's wrong baby?" He asked walking up to put his arms around me I nodded my head saying that nothing was wrong.

He then grabbed my neck and kissed me so deeply that I almost forgot to breathe. With one hand on throat the other on my butt , he continued to take my breathe away with his tongue.
"I've missed you so much" he whispered in my ear grabbing my butt with both of his hands.

"I know something is wrong with you, but Ima leave it alone because I don't want to mess up this moment." He said kissing the side of my neck. He picked me up over his shoulder and went into my bedroom. He laid me on the bed and laid in between my legs. We made eye contact he started to run his finger down my thigh.
He laid his head in my chest and kept his hand in between my legs.

I could feel love oozing from his body as he laid there on top of me. I love him and I just know I'll never leave.

I still laid there contemplating whether I should tell Quincy about the little visit I got before he got here.

Maybe not....