Deetra

23.

After Juan asked if we could talk, I looked at Jamon and them for their opinion on what I should do. J.I. and Key nodded. Jamon didn't say anything. I got up and stood face to face with him. I followed him back inside and upstairs. Soon we were in a room. He locked the door before walking back over to me.

I sat on the bed while he stood against the wall.

"You really did that, huh?" He said unbelievably.

"Did what?"

"Point that gun at me." He snapped.

"Hold up, I don't need that attitude."

"Don't change the subject. I came over to your house to make shit right wit you. Then you run up on me with a gun. Why do you even have a gun?" He asked.

"One, I change the subject when I wanna change the subject. Two, you wouldn't have to make shit right if you kept it real. Three, you shoulda left when I asked you nicely. I don't have to run shit by you cause you not my momma or my daddy."

"I just want you back man. Shit ain't been flowing right. I miss how we used to talk before you know?"

"No, I don't know."

"That night you pulled the gun out on me, was you really gon' shoot me?"

"Yes." I lied.

"That's a lie. You wouldn't shoot me." He said softly.

"How you gon' tell me?" I asked.

"Remember when I told you my brother died?"

Juan P.O.V.

She nodded. "Some niggas broke into my house and shot him. I walked into my room and saw a female looking at my posters. She thought I was some nigga named Mani. She shot me. That's how I got in the wheelchair. I was diagnosed with PTSD. When you pointed that gun at me, I had a little moment and I started hyperventilating."

"I noticed." She said lowly.

"You noticed what?"

She noticed I had PTSD?

"I noticed you hyperventilating. You got it bad."

"That's not why I told you. I told you cause you needed to know why I was asking if you was really gon' shoot me."

"Well if I'm keeping it real, I wasn't."

"I knew that already." I laughed a little.

Silence filled the air until I spoke. "I miss us - how we used to be." I said again.

"What are you try'na say?" She asked.

"I'm try'na say that, I want us to be how we used to be."

"I don't. We been that way too long and I ain't with it no more."

"What you try'na say?" I asked.

"I'm saying if I decide to make up with you, I wanna be with you. I ain't try'na be no side chick. You either have me or you don't."