Making Ends Meet

Chapter 15

Xita sat in the bed just waiting. She didn't even know how long she had been waiting but her breath caught in her throat every time she heard a car's engine, or whenever she heard footsteps outside of the door. All she could do was pray that Booney didn't go too hard on her. 

She damn near died when the room door came open and Booney walked in looking all too calm. "Y'all made me some money?" He asked, his eyes focused in on Xita, and she just nodded her head, and pulled the money out from under her mattress and handing it to him. Her mind was such a mess she didn't even know how much money she had made, it was that ridiculous. He had her mind all over the place. 

"Here go mines," Lola said, pulling out her money from the hip of her panties and handing it over to him. She made money in that little bit of time, maybe they were going at it for more than an hour. Really she was trying to get his attention off of Xita and onto her instead. She knew Booney was upset.

Xita licked her lips as she sat criss crossed in her seat, her and Booney staring into each others eyes. 

"You not gone gimme no hug or nothing?" He asked, raising his eyebrow and Xita quickly scrambled to her feet and gave him a hug, his arms going around her shoulders and hers going behind his back, before she felt a grip in her hair, which really just turned her on a little bit. 

"Daddy, I'm hungry," Yasmine spoke up, when he saw the grip in Xita's hair hair and the small wince on her face. 

"Shut the fuck up and go eat then," he snapped, and Xita made eye contact with her for only a second before her head was slowly pulled back and she was looking up at Booney, wide eyed. Why he got to be so fucking controlling? 

He licked his lips, his eyes roaming all over Xita's face, before he cocked his to the side. "You want to tell me why you let them leave you in the room by yourself with a nigga without a key? And ain't nobody tell me the nigga was even here. Y'all know y'all posed to tell me when a nigga coming and how much he coming with and how long he staying, unless you by yourself, and even then, you supposed to let me know the nigga coming, for how long, and with how much," he explained, his eyes still trained on Xita like the other two weren't in the room, but he was clearly addressing all three of them. 

"I swear if you seen the dude, you wouldn't have been worried either, he wasn't big as my pinky," Lola tried to speak, but Booney really didn't give a damn. 

"I don't give a damn if the nigga was fo' feet and twelve pounds. I don't care if the nigga blind. I don't care if the nigga only got one leg. I don't care if the nigga was on his last breath. Hell, I don't care if the nigga was really a bitch. Follow damn instructions. This shit right here the reason I can't trust any hoes now. They want to pull shit like this and try to use me," he said, his lip starting to twitch as his grip tightened in her hair and her nails digging into his back as she bit her lip trying not to make any noise. She was scared as hell and didn't know how he was going to react. What was going through his mind?

Xita felt some type of way about him calling her and the girls hoes, but she wasn't in a position to say anything, so she didn't. Hell, didn't nobody say anything, but anybody could tell Lola was itching to say something, but she was biting her tongue. 

"How females be trying to use you?" Yasmine asked. 

"Bitches do sneaky shit like this right here. They don't want to tell me when a nigga coming, so I won't know about it, and a bitch want to keep my money for themselves," he was staring into Xita's eyes, but it was like he wasn't really looking at her, but she was still scared as hell. 

Xita prayed like hell Booney didn't lose his damn mind and start beating her ass, because the look in his eyes was something of a madman, ready to be let loose. She wanted to cry, to kick, to scream, do anything but her body was too scared to move besides the grip on his back getting a little tighter.