A Mile In My Shoes

FOURTEEN

Capri 

After picking up the girls from school, I brought them out to eat since they missed lunch. Neither could agree on where we would eat, so I took it upon myself to choose. Now in the drive-thru of Whataburger, Skylar sat in the passenger seat engrossed in her phone while Samaria was gazing out of the back window lost in her thoughts. She hasn't uttered a word since leaving school and I figured she must be thinking I was going to scold her for what happened. I wasn't.

"Samaria?" I called her name, grabbing her attention. "Although I don't condone violence, I'm proud of you for sticking up for yourself today."

"You are?" She queried in astonishment.

"Yeah." I chuckled at the face she made. "I hate bullies and they should be dealt with immediately. You did what you had to do. Kudos to you."

"Thanks...I think." With a head nod and a small smile, I faced the front again, pulling around to the window to pay for our food. After getting my receipt, she spoke again. "Does this mean I'm not in trouble and I get to keep my phone?"

"That's exactly what it means. But next time don't let your friends push you to stand up for yourself. You have a mind of your own for a reason. Use it. Don't be so quick to follow other people and be their puppet because it can cause get you into a lot of trouble you could've avoided. Understand?

She nodded and I could see her mood had been uplifted. Since the line isn't moving at a fast pace, I put the truck in park and turned Dellen's phone on to text him. It sucks not being able to have my phone since all of my business and personal belongings are on it. Having Dellen's phone is the equivalent of working a hotline with constant calls and dirty texts from women. The second it came on, I received consecutive messages from numerous unsaved numbers.

Ignoring them all, I opened our thread and sent him a text, letting him know I had his sisters with me. Like a dumbass, he called me instead of messaging me back.

"Why would you call me after I just told you I wasn't alone?" I queried, not bothering to greet him properly.

"I don't like to text." His voice came out choppy, but I ignored it.

"The unending incoming messages from the entire female species in the city say otherwise."

He kissed his teeth. "Man, I never respond to those broads."

"Whatever. Are you still in New Orleans?" I queried, putting the gear in drive, finally able to move forward.

"Uh, yeah I am, but I'm leaving in a-in a minute." He hesitated.

I knew immediately that he was lying and hiding something. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing, man. Chill ou-oh shit! I'll be back no later than six tonight."

Capri was going to reply with a smart remark until she heard feminine moans in the background. Turning the radio down, she listened carefully and sure enough, her ears weren't playing tricks. "I know damn well you ain't doing what the fuck I think you're doing. Dell-I mean Capri, are you kidding me?"

"What you talking about shawty? I ain't doing shit." He continued to deny his actions.

"I can fucking hear the bitch in the background nigga! The nerve of you to disrespect me like that. I'm livid. I can't believe you. No, I can believe you. I got something for your ass though." I hung up on him, tossing the phone in the backseat.

"Ow!" Samaria screeched.

"Sorry." I said with no emotion. I've known Dellen to be an ass and not care about anyone but himself but to go this far and engage in sexual activity with a woman in my body is beyond me. I have nothing against lesbians, but I, myself, am not gay. He disrespected my body and my morals and I can never respect him as a person. Finally getting our food and drinks, I gave the girls their bags and pulled out of the line, headed nowhere in particular. Skylar had taken her earphones out and I caught her sneaking glances my way. "Can I help you?"