Chris and Kamaal

Chapter 43: Advice

Chapter 43: Advice

*Chris's POV* 

We finish eating, and head out of the restaurant. We head to my car and get inside. Myra starts coughing due to the blunt I smoked earlier.

"Damn nigga, air out your car or somethin!!! Lord have mercy."

Myra rolls her eyes at me and rolls  the front seat window down. It took us almost 30 minutes to get home from Applebee's. The entire car ride is silent. I'm pissed off at Trey, Trey is sad because of what he told me, and I can't really read Myra's expression. I guess she doesn't want to say the wrong thing at the time. I continue driving down the highway while glancing at Trey from my rear view mirror.

*Myra's POV*

Wow, I knew Trey had things going on, but I never knew he had THAT going on. Who would've thought that he was sleeping with Jamal? What I don't understand is that Jamal never hit Chris, but he hit Trey. The tension in this vehicle is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Usually I would try to play peacemaker at this moment, but I really don't know what to say. I don't want to say something and make it seem like I'm picking sides or something. This is something that they will just have to work out in their own. Chris finally makes it to our neighborhood and parks in my driveway. I give Chris a hug and step out the car. 

"I love both of you. I hope y'all will get past this soon."

"Love you too Myra. Bye Chris."

Chris remains silent with his hands on the steering wheel. As soon as Trey gets out the car, Chris backs up and speeds off. 

"So what do I do now Myra?"

'Trey, I may have all the answers all the time, but I have nothing this time. This is your mess, so you need to clean it up." 

"I get it. I see what you mean."

"But just know, that I'm always here for you. Just because you and Chris are in the rocks, our relationship won't change."

"What about Chris?"

"The same goes for him. Just give him some time. He'll cool off eventually." Myra says

"I guess you're right."

"You know I am. Do you wanna come in and watch movies or something?"

"Nah, I'll pass. I just need to be alone and think for a while."

"Ok boo, I understand. Call me later ok?"

"I will"

I give Trey a long friendly hug and we go our separate ways.

*Trey's POV*

I walk in the house feeling like I have a giant bag of rocks on my back. I feel good that I finally told Chris, but I just feel bad for what I did. I could've stopped it before things escalated to far. I walk upstairs to my moms room, and as usual she isn't home. Even though I'm an only child, I never really get to see her much because she's so caught up in her career. I walk to my room, look through my closet and pull out my memory box. I go through the box and look at a picture of Chris and I at our 8th grade graduation. A tear falls from my eye as I look at the picture. I put the box back in the closet and open the drawer on my nightstand. I roll a few blunts and head out to my balcony. I sit on the lawn chair and light the blunt up. I know smoking ain't gonna do much, but it's taking some of the pain away. 10 minutes later I'm high as a kite and already lighting up a second blunt. Little did I know, my cousin Sergio joined me on the balcony.

"Oh shit, you smoking again....what's on your mind cuz?"

I jump at the sound of his voice.

"Nothin, just got a lot of shit on my mind."