Siemba ; Unwritten

Three

Howard

I been sitting in this car just thinkin' bout shit, gotta head to Lo' house for a while.. Got a call from Amir 'bout how Scarr bitch ass got a hit on BabyGirl, so I'm bouta' be with her like it's no tomorrow... Ain't no way a fuck nigga of any sort can understand how much she's changed me... but I can't be with her... Shit ain't safe and if she take this risk... I ain't too sure she know what she risking by being with me, loving me, or even feelin' me and to be honest... I ain't the best kind of nigga... But she's one in a million and you'ont find them everyday... You damn sure don' t find a Lotus everyday.... BabyGirl a heart breaker and I'm stuck on how she ain't broke mine yet and being real wit' a nigga? She's happier with a regular ass nigga... better off... But can't nobody protect her like us... that's for sure...

Her caramel brown skin... her almond shaped, mocha brown eyes that she got just to stare into your soul... even through her glasses you see them eyes from a mile away... damn they gorgeous, orbs you could just fall into... make a real nigga knees weak with just a glance. She got that power to her... Innocence so radiant, yet she's done shit you'd never think of... body so amazing you arouse off sight of her licking her lips... I swear it's just the littlest shit with her and I'm hooked.. She just does something to me and I can't help but want her... but I can't help if hoes wanna be down my dick either... I can't do it... She can do better and I can't change yet but I need too... Not yet...

Interrupting my thoughts, my phone vibrated letting me know I received a text message. Hoe went across the screen and I knew who it was in an instant, Hannah. White girl I met a few weeks back and decided to be nice and give her my number. Now the bitch won't stop calling or texting... I don't reply and she calls my phone to hear the irritation in my voice.

"Girl what you want?" she smacked her lips and popped her gum.

"You know what I want.... Why don't you stop by for a minute before you get to wifey...?"

I know I need her... I gotta start somewhere... I gotta make this right. I scratched my head before replying to the gum smacking in my ear, ''I'm done Hannah.''... I hear her scuff on the other line...

''You choose now to be loyal nigga? It's been two years of you playing her ass... ''

''And it's been these two years of her loyalty, it's my turn. Don't call me again.''

And with that... I go through my phone erasing number after number... Numer after number... And by the time I'm done, I'm at her door... I knock once. No answer but her car outside.

I knock again... No answer.

I stand back and wait for a minute or two and before I can bang on it how I wanted too she opens the door with silence.

''Aight ma, you gone let a nigga in or what?''

She backs away from the door and I decide to take in what she's wearing; spanks with her crop top that shows her caramel brown tummy I love, showing off her tattoo above her panty line, 'My Mother's Life & Death..'. She's wearing the bracelet I gave her for her birthday when I met her. 'Mine' and a heart hangs off the silver band hanging on her right wrist, covering the tattoo dedicated to her father. ''Daddy's Angel'' and a butterfly wing rests against her skin. I get back up to her face and she's got her hair pulled up into a messy bun and her glasses on.. She's still so beautiful...

She walks away fom me and goes back to the couch downstairs in the den. She takes out her phone and hops on instagram before recieving a text message, she looks back at the TV after she replies but she hasn't looked me in my eyes yet... She's nervous... I gotta make this right. We can't keep doing this. I gesture towards the bracelet.