Clay's P.O.V
6 days later...
Nyla have been avoiding me from since I last saw her at the police station parking lot. All my calls are now going straight to voice mail and my text are read but not replied to. She has never done that to me before.
Don't get me wrong, I do not blame her for wanting to have nothing to do with me. After all, what had happen to her was because of me.
It's just that, I feel I do owe her some kind of explanation to all the questions she might have rattling in that brain of hers.
Kain psychopathic ass made sure of that. Any way, It seems best for me to give her some space, obviously her denying my efforts mean she do not want to speak to me. Look at it, Nyla usually call by now to watch our series on netflix.
My phone still here sitting in my hand without a single buzz.
I had already gotten use to being with Nyla on Friday nights so believe me when I say being here
alone right now feel awkward as fuck.
You know what? I will just go to her. It's Friday right? Netflix night.
Yes, I am just finding an excuse to see her. But you have to admit, it's a perfect excuse isn't it?
I mean hey, what's the worse that can happen?
Ok, now that I am standing in front of Nyla's door and I am now thinking that may be this was not such a bright idea. My nerve are kicking in with out remorse. My hands are shaking soo bad that if I am to hold a cup of milk right now, it would be cream.
Look, if she wanted to see me she would have called or at least accepted my calls and text that she obviously read.
I saw the two check marks at the bottom of the message turn green. That means the messages were read right? right!
So Yes, this is for sure a bad idea to come here.
I turn on my heel walking towards my car when the door open and I froze. It took a minute for me to slowly turn back around.
"Are you going to come in or you are going to stay here all night waving ur hands and mumbling to ur self?" Nyla ask folding her arms across her chest sounding a bit annoyed.
Didn't even realize I was talking out loud.
Giving her a nervous smile. "Hey Nyla."
"Hey." Nyla dryly reply with a straight face.
Well, That was not awkward at all. believe me that is sarcasm.
I walk back up the steps and pass her by as she stands still in the door way. My body brush against her on my way in.
She hardly allow me enough space to get in.
An uncomfortable feeling sets in as I turn to face her.
"Are u ok?" I ask concern about her state of mind.
"I am fine." she answers a little too quick.
Taking a seat on the sofa in the middle of the living room, I sigh "Look Nyla, a know you may have many questions you need answers to and a do not blame you if you feel differently about me now. A fully understand and am just here to answer any questions to you would like to ask. After dat a would just get out of your life and allow you to get back to some normalcy."
Nyla close the door and walk towards me then take a seat beside me. She lets out a small breath and then stares at me for a minute before saying."Yes, I am unclear about a lot and many things has been running rampant in my mind but walking away from you is not and will never be one of them."
I smile inwardly hearing her say that. hell I mentally give my self a flying hi5. I would have done a back flip to but that would be a bit much.
Letting out a long breath, taking her hand into mine." I'll be ur client for tonight ask me any ting you wish."
Nyla gives me a genuine sweet smile." really?"
"Yes" I smile back at her.
Nyla laid her head into my lay looking up at me with her big beautiful hazel eyes.
"Is dis how you get your clients to talk? If it is, you should have started our sessions dis way. It would have saved u a hell of a lot of trouble." We both laugh out loud and quickly settle down.
"Ok Doc." Looking down at Nyla."Fire away."
You can tell Clay is way out of her element here, but she is trying her best to do what is right. You have to give her props for that.
Something tell me that Nyla is going to take full advantage of this. SMH
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