Yella Fella

Chapter · Ten

Yella's POV

I swear she takes so long to get ready. I've been waiting in the living room for about ten minutes now. I shook my head as my stomach growled while I flipped through the channels trying to find something good to watch.

I stopped on a TV show where a lady was showing how to prepare a turkey. My mouth watered as I licked my lips in thirst for what was on the screen.
You know that turkey gonna be good when she finish, cause she stuffin' the fuck out of that turkey with her hand and she seasoned it with more than one seasoning. As I continued to watch her do her shit on that turkey, Shay's little boy walked in rubbing his eyes.

When did he get here? I could've sworn he was gone. Or was he? I thought in my mind confused.

He walked right in front of the TV blocking my view of what was going on. He switched what I was watching to some cartoon about turtles doing karate and shit.

"Aye, how you just gonna turn what I was watching?" I said low but loud enough for him to hear

He jumped and turned around quick and stared at me. He tilted his head in confusion then pointed at me and smiled. I awkwardly stared back at him and turned my mouth to the side.

"Hey, you're that man from the store that helped me find my mommy." He said still pointing

"Yea I'm that nig- I mean man, and you're that kid that I helped." I jokingly shot back

"Mmhmm." He hummed in his little high pitched voice

He walked over to the couch I was sitting on and sat by me.

"How did you get to my house? And where's my mommy? And if my daddy sees you here he's gonna be really mad. He might even beat you up. He's really strong you know, he has big muscles and everything."

I sat there trying to process all those questions he just asked and chuckling at his last comment about his father.

I sat up on the couch and looked over at him "How about you ask me one question at a time ok? Start with the first one."

"Ok." He nodded

"How did you get in my house? Cause you don't live here, only me and my mommy. And sometimes my daddy stays here too. Until mommy gets mad at him and makes him leave."

"Well um your mommy um s-she uh." I stammered on my words

I was at a lost for words. I didn't know how to tell him that I'm here because I stayed over last night after I fucked his mom and fell asleep. Maybe I'll tell him that I'm here to give her something or maybe I'll tell him my car broke down and I had to use the phone. Nah nah I got it.

"Well your mommy needed my help with something and um she called me to come help her with it." I smiled after making a horrible excuse

"Oh ok." He replied back while rubbing his eyes again

I sighed in relief and sat back in the couch after he believed me so easily without question. He went quiet after being distracted by the TV for a few minutes before turning to face me again. Ahh shit.

"So what did you help my mommy with?"

"Well one of the light bulbs in the um bb-bathroom yea in the bathroom went out and she couldn't reach it, so she called me to help her with it."

He scratched his head "Well she changed it before by herself. Why did she need your help this time? Why didn't she just ask my daddy?"

"How should I know? You'll have to ask your momny when she comes out." I smiled