👆🏽IZZY👆🏽
Kira's POV 🥀
I was getting ready to take my 100th order for today when I was called to seat some guest. I made it to the front and mentally rolled my eyes when I seen who it was. Izzy the nigga every bitch wanted and every nigga tried to be and right behind him like always was his mini entourage. "This way" I said not looking back to see if they was following me. I stopped in front of their usual table in the back close to the windows. "Dang ma you not happy to see your favorite customers?" He said sliding in his booth. "Naw not really" I said shrugging shifting my weight to the right side waiting for him to be cut the small talk. "Look we do this every Saturday at 4:00 Izzy cut the small talk yall all having the same thing as always?" I asked getting impatient. "That's poor customer service ma but yeah you can get us the normal but this time don't forget your number." He said winking at me. I rolled my eyes and turned on my heels to go place their order. Izzy was always trying to flirt with me since junior high but I never gave him the time of the day. Not because he wasn't attractive but because I was soooooo "in love" with Don. Izzy knew I was rolling with Don so it was always an innocent flirt but after awhile Izzy started to bring up how he could take me from Don and how I need a "real nigga" that be "making moves" and "be in the trenches". I always laughed it off and thought nothing of it until one day Don caught Izzy trying to "spit game" and wasn't really feeling it I reassured Don it was nothing and it was innocent but he wasn't for it and to be quite honest I think that's the day that my high school sweet heart turned into my worst nightmare. After that day Don would always be over protective and up my ass making sure everyone knew I was his girl and made sure I knew it. It started off as just verbal abuse and slowly gravitated to physical. I always used make up and jackets to cover the marks he left and put on a front like I was the happiest girl in the world when in reality I was scared for my life. Some of you maybe wondering why I didn't leave him before it got bad but that's easier said than done. I snapped back into reality when I heard the bell ring indicating that their food was ready. I balance the two trays in my hand making sure I didn't drop or spill anything. I finally reach their table and distributed their food. Right when I was about to turn to leave I heard Izzy's voice call out for me. "Aye Ma?" I turned and gave him my "what the hell you want now" mug. "Yes Izzy?" I said standing with my hands on my hips. "You forgot your number" he said smirking and earning a few giggles from his friends. "Tighten up we both know I'm with Don and he ain't for nun of that." I said getting an attitude. "You still messing with that buster ass nigga Ma? I thought you'd do better." he said shaking his head. I'm sure he wasn't trying to be cruel but I took offense to what he said. "What the hell thats supposed to mean?" Now giving him my full attention. He shook his head and fanned me off "Nun nun" I stood there determining whether I should stress the issue or leave it alone. I shook my head and walked off. I knew Izzy was right maybe that's why I got so offended and upset. I did deserve a lot better and could do better I was just to scared to. Don would never go for me leaving him. He always told me "What you going to do without me? Don't you know I'm your provider? You have nothing without me. Don't be funny and think another nigga gone do for you like I do." Those words always replayed in my mind when men came to my job and flirted with me and like always I shut them down. I was wiping off tables when Izzy and his friends got up getting ready to leave. I went over stacking they plates up trying to save time and make space for other customers. "Ite Ma stay beautiful" he said looking at me with a smirk. I shook my and rolled my eyes. "Boy gone head and get up out of here." He looked and me chuckled as he shook his head. "I swear you mean for no reason but it's cute I'll see you next Saturday." Right when I turn around to say something he was gone and there was $100 sitting on the table. I sighed and picked up the money and stuffed it in my bra. That's the only thing I looked forward to when Izzy came through he always left big tips even when I confronted him about doing so he still did it. I smiled to myself and continued to clean.
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