Quest for Love

Chapter 11

Waking up the next day to someone banging on my door, I got up to answer it. Looking out the peephole, I saw Deondre standing at my door with the same clothes he had on at the club. Opening the door, I decided to let him in.

"Where the fuck were you last night?" He asked storming in the room.

"I was minding my business. Did you have fun last night?"

"Nah, I came here last night after I left the club and you weren't here, where were you?"

"Why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend?"

"Don't answer my question with a question."

"Why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend, Deondre?" I said slowly walking towards him.

"You funny shorty. I ain't tell you cus it's not yo business. Ain't that's what you told me when I asked about ol dude?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You got yo personal trainer coming in my spot, sayin you his girl. Man, I ain't with that shit." Deondre said taking off his shirt and jeans, hopping in bed where I was previously. I walked over pulling the cover off him.

"You not with that shit but you getting in my bed? That's real funny. You knew from the get go I wasn't with Drew. All you had to do was come talk to me, you out of all people should know not to believe everything you hear. I never kept anything from you, that you needed to know. Matter of fact, why are you even here?"

"You think I wanted to get shot for you. I got shot protecting you. You turned your back on me when we came back to Atlanta. How do you think that made me feel, huh? I was the one reaching out, making sure you was straight, where were you? Nowhere.

"I was too busy making the money I lost sitting in the hospital waiting for you to wake up. You think I just make money out my ass. No. If I don't bust my ass, people don't eat. I got hella people on my payroll than you. I took a lost... something I thought you would understand. You knew me when I was dealing drugs, I've always been that way. You just need to understand the MY world doesn't revolve around you.

"I never said it did but if you want to be with me, you gotta make time for me."

"Why you still here then?" I sat on the couch waiting for him to put back on his clothes but he never did. He just sat there with his head down. "You really blame me for you getting shot? It wasn't because of me, you got shot because yo homie dropped off a targeted car. I was the one who saved your life and gave you the top medical service they had and yet I'm the bad guy." I said in a sarcastic voice. He continued to sit there holding his shirt in his hand while looking down.

"I find it hard to believe my 10 year nigga set me up like that. He know I'll do anything for him, what benefit would he have taking me out?"

"Maybe because you were able to get out the hood and he wasn't. He still have that hood mindset that is hindering him from moving further. You're not a Chicago street nigga anymore, Deondre. You leveled up and got better for yourself. Most people that was with you when you was struggling have a hard time accepting your success because they were there with you. You understand me? I don't know your friend and I don't know your relationship with him but I do know he wasn't at the hospital, that should tell you something."

"Giovanni, I never meant to hurt you. I would like for this to work but I love her. She's been there for me since I can remember. I can't do that to her, I'm all she got."

"Yeah bro, you trippin. Hurry up and get outta my room." I told him standing up from the couch walking toward the bathroom.

"Can I atleast take a shower first?" He said outside the door.