Through The Wire

Chapter 4: New Beginnings

Jahmel

The only thing I remembered from last night is driving to make sure Destiny got to and in the crib safe. I don't even remember how she got in, I just know I got her there. I wish I could hit her line and check on her but she never came up off the number. I'm confident though. 

I was bussin' off a pill and drunk as hell last night so I only remember bits and pieces.

I sat up and yawned feeling around my bed in search of my phone. I found it under the pillow and checked the time. 1:47 pm. Damn! How the fuck did I sleep half the day away? I had twenty missed calls and multiple texts from a few bitches in they feelings. I ignored everybody except my little brother. I tapped his name and put the phone on speaker as I got up walking into my bathroom to get ready.

"Yooo," he answered sounding like he was eating.

"Damn lil hungry ass! What you eating nigga?"

"Yo bitch pussy. Fuck you want," he replied causing me to flip the phone off like he could see me.

"You called me bitch," I replied and spit the toothpaste out before rising my mouth out. I adjusted myself in my boxers and grabbed the phone walking back in my room.

"Aw yeah, shit I forgot," he laughed and I did too. "Naw I was tryna tell you come to my game later. It's at 7:30 against our rivals."

"Bet, you know Ima slide through, prolly bring Tae. You told pops and OG," I asked and slid a white T-shirt over my head.

"Yeah OG gotta work but pops said he'll be there."

"Aight, well I'm finna go make a few moves. I'll hit yo line later," I told him and we said our goodbyes and hung up.

My doorbell rang just as I slid my jogging pants on. I skipped sideways down the steps and made my way to the front door peeking out the peephole to see who it was and sucked my teeth at who I saw.

"What the fuck is she doing here," I questioned to myself. Reluctantly I pulled the door open and blocked the entrance looking down at her. "Risha, what the fuck you doing here bro," I repeated the question, this time out loud.

"Oh my God Jahmel, I know we said we was done and you said you never wanted to see me again but I miss you," she said lowly with a pout. She looked down at her feet and I rolled my eyes.

Risha is a lil west side eat bitch that I used to fuck on before she started feeling herself and talking too much. See, a eat bitch is a bitch you call to eat the dick up. Every now and then, depending on the girl, you can drop dick in her. A eat bitch ain't good for nothing else. You can't mix feelings in with a slut. I let her get too comfortable, and that's why she got cut off.   

I met her at the flea market and I bussed her down on the first night. I can't lie, her top was some of the best i'd ever had but it wasn't good enough to deal with all the bullshit that come with her ass. She started popping up at my crib and dm'ing my hoes. Last I heard she was getting into fights around the city about me and I hadn't touched her in months. 

She cleared her throat loudly, snapping me from my thoughts, and pushed her way past me into the house. I sucked my teeth and closed the door.

"I see nothing much has changed in here," she mumbled as she walked further inside. She turned and looked at me and dropped the skirt she was wearing. I raised my eyebrows at the yellow lace thong she had on underneath. It looked real good against her smooth chocolate skin.