Who Can You Trust?

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"So let me get this right, it's a nigga living there"

"Yes Young we have been over this"

"And then you say somebody send you a porn of Justin"

"Yes, better yet I just sent it to you"

He pauses so I'm guessing he's looking at it.

"Fuck! That's him and it's new because he just got that tattoo before he got locked up. So it's not one of his old hoes he was fucking. Then he moaning and groaning and shit so it's not forced. This shit crazy"

I can hear Shay in the background. I hear another pause

"Oh hell naw sis we gone find him and beat him and that hoe"

"It's fine Shay, it's not like we were together anyway"

"Still you can't lie you caught feelings for the big forehead muthafucka"

"Yeah, but you know what's crazy I'm not even hurt. Everybody around me that I've gotten close to had snaked me. It's not even a surprise any more"

"I hate that you feel that way boo. Just know me and Young got your back. You never have to worry about that shit this way"

"I know I don't know what I would do without y'all"

"Live a boring fucking love duh bitch get it together. But I'm going to let you go, will be home in a week. Maybe earlier than that if this crazy ass lady don't leave me alone. She not even fucking sick she just lied because she fell nobody care about her. Dramatic ass"

I can picture her rolling her eyes with a stale face to match

"You like it, if I don't talk to you before y'all leave. I love y'all and be careful"

"You to, I don't know what you got going on but I know your life could be out there. Especially with that man there. Is he cute?"

"Bye Shay"

I hear her squeal before I hang up

Taking a shower then find me food. He's gone somewhere so I'm here alone.

When I get out the shower I throw on a big shirt and some shorts. No bra life

I whip up some chicken tenders and fries. Something quick and easy. I hear the door open but I'm too in to my phone.

"Why you still up ma?"

"Hungry"

I look up to a bloody faced Kayo.

"What the fuck?"

"It's nothing i got into a small fight"

"Small fight my ass, being your ass so I can clean you up"

I go upstairs grabbing the first aid kit from under the bathroom cabinet sink.

Walking back he's on the counter swinging his legs. I walk in between his legs applying rubbing alcohol to the cuts.

"If I knew this is how you would get between my legs I would had been got into a fight"

"Shut up ass"

Looking closely at the cut I see the one from his eye to his neck is deep. He will need stitches. Getting the brown liquor and a rag.

"Here take this"

"What is it?"

"Something to numb the pain"

He takes it with two shots of the whiskey. I cleanse the utensils that I need before starting my work. Giving him the rag to bite on.

"Man that shit hurt"

"Don't get into fights you won't have to worry about this. Now bite down on the rag and shut up"

Few minutes later I can see stay to lean

"Why am I feeling woozy?"

"The meds are kicking in. Your finished anyway. You should get some rest. Try not to bust them open it even sleep on that side"

He hops down almost falling. I help him up the stairs to his room. Removing his shoes and clothes. I grab a warm wash cloth wiping him off the best way I can. He's complete knocked out to the world.

I climb into bed thinking about our next hit. We have two tomorrow.

And who the hell was he fighting and why?

My eye lids get heavy making me think in circles. I hear the door open I'm too sleepy to look up. I feel a body lay next to me sending chills down my spine. They cuddle up to me but don't use any hands.

I mumble

"You try something your dick will be gone tomorrow or your pussy will have a knife going through it. Other than that goodnight"