Thug Love

Chapter 10

I laid in the dark staring at the ceiling. I glanced at the digital clock that read twelve forty-five.  I heard vibrating and reached over on the nightstand for I phone.  When I looked at the screen, I noticed that it was still black.  I followed the vibrating noise that led me to the floor.  I pulled Bahja's phone out of her pocket and was surprised at the name flashing across the screen.

"The fuck is this nigga calling her for?"  I glanced over at Bahja who was sleeping peacefully. I slipped on my basketball shorts and stepped onto the balcony.  I dialed the number back.

"What's good Bee?" Larray answered.

"This ain't no damn Bee homie.  Fuck you calling my girl for?" Chres responded?

"What you snooping for nigga?"

"Nigga ain't no one snooping.  I'm just wondering why my wife's phone is ringing at one in the morning."

Larray laughed, "Man please!"

"'Man please' my ass, nigga.  Fuck you want man?  I'm tryna go back to bed with my wife."

Larray sucked his teeth, "Just tell Bahja to return my call."

I laughed, "She ain't returning shit muthafucka.  Fuck off her line and don't call again." I ended the call before Larray could respond.  I was skeptical about that phone call and it instantly made me think about what Cash had said. "Aye, Bahja, wake up."  I shook her awake.

"Hmm" she moaned, half asleep.  "What Chresanto?"

"You still fuck with Larray?"

"What?  Chresanto, didn't we have this conversation?  The fuck man," she rolled over.

"Uh-uh, if you ain't fuckin' with him, why the hell is he calling your phone especially at one in the morning?"

She sucked her teeth, "I don't fuckin' know!  Call him and ask him.  Leave me the fuck alone."  She threw the blanket over her head.

I pulled the blanket off her, "Don't try to avoid the conversation.  Why the hell is he fuckin' calling you, Bahja?"

"What the fuck man!"  Bahja popped up, "Chresanto, we just had this conversation and I told you, if you were gonna accuse me then there is no need for us to be together.  I don't know why he fuckin' called.  Maybe it's the same reason that Princess is still calling you!" Bahja was now up and out of bed, putting on her bra and panties as well as one of my t-shirts.

"Where are you going, Bahja?"  I grabbed her arm.

She snatched her arm away, "Get the fuck off me.  I'm so sick and tired of this shit Chresanto.  I'm not Princess!  I've been hurt just like you have; why the fuck would I hurt you like that?" She walked out of the room and went to the living room.  She was aggravated and tired.  She grabbed the throw blanket and lay down on the couch.  Here it was, her birthday, and she didn't even feel like doing shit anymore.  Chres pretty much ruined that.  Before she knew it, she was passed out cold.

I sat at the edge of my bed with my head in my hands.  I was thinking about what Bahja said, and she was right, she wasn't Princess and I needed to stop treating her like she was.  I sat on the bed for twenty minutes before I searched the house for Bahja.  I found her sleeping peacefully. "I gotta stop before I end up fuckin' losing this girl," I thought out loud.  I walked over to her and kissed her cheek lightly.  "I'm sorry ma, I love you."  I scooped her and carried her back into the bedroom.  I laid her down, lay behind her and cuddled with her until I fell asleep.