Interlude (n): is defined as an intervening or interruptive period, space, or event. These intervals in time are often accompanied by new experiences, new memories, or new people. But, in Bryson's case, it's all the above. (Updates every Friday)
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I'm selfish I want you all to myself I swear You don't need nobody else I swear I want you all to myself Because I'm selfish, yeah Selfish x PnB Rock
I hated making big decisions. Partially because I felt like no matter how many times I went over the decision in my head, it was always wrong. The next part was just because I didn't really care for change. It's been something I struggled with since I was a little kid.
So, when I decided to move out of my mama house, the shit was a little confusing. I worked hard to pay my mother's mortgage off and keep her financially stable. It was the least I could do since she helped me raise Leilani. So, I knew I had to leave her with my mom when I made the decision to move out.
Leilani deserved to grow up normally. Be in school, have friends, a real life. My lifestyle was dangerous, and having Lei live with me was too fucking dangerous. I wasn't risking my daughter's life for no amount of easy money. It wasn't like I was moving to another state. I would just be a 30 minute ride from my mother's house.
But I couldn't tell Lei that. When she saw all the boxes packed with all my things, she was confused. I sat her down and let her know what things would be from now on. I was confident in my decision, but the second she started crying, I felt like shit.
"Please, don't leave me daddy." She sniffled. To say my heart hurt would be an understatement. A nigga felt like shit. I promised her I would come see her everyday, but that just seemed to make her cry harder. When it was time for me to get going, she wouldn't even come out of her room to say goodbye to me. I went in either way and kissed her forehead before letting her know I loved her.
That was three weeks ago, and I was still feeling like shit. Every day I'd wake up in this room and she was the first thing I thought about. That lil girl really had my whole heart, and the fact that she was sad about this was fucking with me. I was snapped out of my little daze when my phone rang. Figuring it would be the moving company that's been calling all week, I didn't bother to look at the caller ID.
"Yeah." I huffed into the phone. "Okay, first off, that's not how you answer a phone." My sister mouthed off. "What's up Naomi?" I sighed. "I have a surprise for you." I could hear the smile in her voice. "I ain't really in the mood for no surprises, Omi." I washed my hand over my face.
"Well, it ain't about what you want right now. Come open your door." She snapped before hanging up. The three beeps went off in my ear before I moved the phone from my ear. I sighed and prepared myself for whatever my crazy ass sister considered a surprise.
I left my bedroom and swung the door open, "Surprise!" Naomi stood there with her arms open. I kissed my teeth. "Okay, that's just rude." She rolled her eyes. "It ain't a surprise if you here every other day, Naomi." Which was true. Ever since I left my mama's house, she was here all the time. Partly to help me move in and get the place decorated, but still.
