Grey

7

"What the fuck they want?
I'm drunk as hell,
Fuck work today,
I'm trynna get some tail."

I woke up wondering what the fuck was happening.

"Then my little nigga graduated,
Man I wish him well."

I lifted my arms off of Aura and stretched over her still sleeping body to grab her phone.

It's cute as fuck that I'm her ringtone when she's sleeping in the same bed as me after made out with me all fucking night.

Might I add, we didn't fuck.

Because I didn't want to fuck her.

Yet.

I checked her phone, and a name popped up it was Taylor with the picture of some nigga in the background with Aura standing beside him, looked like a professionally taken photo.

They were both modelling he was on his knees with his arms wrapped around her waist and his hands on her ass protectively as she turned giving the camera her profile and looking out past him.

I answered the phone.

"Who the fuck is this?"

"Aura weh the fuck yuh deh- wait who the fuck is this?"

"I'm Travis fucking Scott bitch, who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Aura's best fucking friend, and her part time man. Give her the fucking phone."

"Fuck outta here boi, talk to me with some fucking respect. Don't call this number again."

I hung up and slammed the phone down and she jumped up gun drawn.

She stared at me, and raised her eyebrow observing me. I looked her with a scowl on my face.

"What's the problem?" She asked getting out of bed and putting the gun on the table.

"Who the fuck is Taylor?"

"You answered my phone."

"Who the fuck is Taylor!"

"Why did you answer my phone?" She asked walking to the kitchen.

"Are you gonna fucking answer me, or keep answering my question with more fucking questions?"

"Lower your voice."

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do." I shouted getting louder.

"He's my bestfriend. We fuck occasionally, because I don't trust anyone and he's attractive." She stated. She walked back to the bed. Laid down.

"I need to tell him that he won't be hearing from me. He's my closest friend and he'll worry." She sighed, holding her hand out.

I dropped the phone in her hand, got up went to the bathroom and slammed the door.

I could hear her talking softly.

"No T, don't. Don't get involved, just take care of my family. I left a hundred grand in the fridge, on your shelf and I paid your school fee for the next two years, focus on being the best graphic designer in the world and make me proud."

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss you too, I'll try to contact you, but you have to be careful, cause they'll be watching you. Take care of my sculptures. I gotta go. I love you." She sounded so fucking heartbroken.

Why was she going through this?

I hopped in the shower. We'd be leaving in about an hour and I was nervous I wanted to get her as far away from this place as possible.