(1 week later)
Taymor|
"And lil shorty from the east and she like to drop 4's
And she don't want me finessing she want me to leave that alone
But she wanna hold my choppa and take pictures on a phone" I was cut off by my phone ringing.
I been in Samir's studio a lot lately, the last song I made went viral so I decided to just start rapping. Only for fun though but if I come up that'll be Gucci.
"Yea." I answered my phone.
"T-t-Tay." I hear Nahmir whimper on the other line followed by a sniffle.
"What's wrong baby?" I took off the headset and walked out the booth.
He didn't reply, instead he just continued to cry and whimper.
"Baby you gotta calm down and tell me what's wrong."
Ever since Cordae basically raped him, he's been having nightmares and thinking niggas watching him and shit.
"S-someone's watching me from my window!" He yelled throw his tears.
"Here I come."
I doubt someone's watching him but I'll come anyways to make him feel better
"No! Don't hang up... please. I'm scared Tay." By now he was crying so fucking hard I couldn't even understand him.
"Okay okay! Calm down damn nigga." I put my headphones on and put my phone in my pocket as I walked out to my car.
Once I got in I sighed heavily before starting the car and driving to Nahmir's house. He was still crying and shit, it was hella irritating but I get he's going through something.
I sneezed then coughed, this cold was kicking my ass and I honestly don't got no energy my nigga.
"You okay baby?" Nahmir asked on the phone while I continued to cough.
"I'm straight, is YOU straight?"
"I think so, I'm just scared."
I laughed as I imagined how his face is. Whenever Nahmir got scared or something his face turned red and he picked at his braces.
Its cute as hell except when his braces would cut his lips.
I hung up the phone as I parked in front of Nahmir's house. I heard him scream once I walked in, but he calmed down once he saw it was me.
"Tay look." He whispered as he ran up to me and pointed at the window.
I looked over at the curtains and it was a shadowy figure behind it which made Nahmir grip tightly onto my arm.
I tip toed over to the window and pulled the curtains back revealing a tree branch and a tall pile of leaves.
"It's nothing Mir, see? Chill out." We walked back over to the couch and he laid on my chest.
It seem like I'm never at my own house.
I felt something wetting my shirt. Was he crying?
