Chapter 8- Not Homies

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Zaiver

Though she'd fallen asleep, the guilt of being away from her for so long, weighed down on me; keeping me awake. She'd gone through so much and when it mattered most, I wasn't there to help chase away her fears or pain.

I glanced over at her, there was no doubt that she'd grown into a mature adult over the years. No doubt, whatsoever.

There were so many things I wanted her to know, but I couldn't say anything. Not if I wanted her to stay safe. I sighed, lately, it seemed as if the very thing that kept me going the last three years, was going to be my undoing.

I waited a few minutes before I got up and carried her back in. I'd barely made it a couples steps in when she spoke. "Zai... Don't leave me."

Good to know, not that much changed, taking a few more steps towards her bed. She was talking in her sleep, something she'd always done whenever I was around her. It seemed she never did it around Mama Brown or her father-- which was weird.

I pulled the comforter back with one hand, pausing when Mani rolled over in her sleep before settling back down. I leaned down to get her in bed, but instead, Kyah just hung on tighter. "Please... Don't leave me again."

Gently I pried her arms from my neck, "Imma be back tomorrow," I whispered. "I promise." I laid her in bed, covered her body, and covered her head with her satin bonnet. When I was sure all three of them were okay. I left to sleep in the guest bedroom.

As laid in the guest bedroom, all I could think about was how much I'd missed Makyah's mother. She'd been the closest thing to a mother I'd ever had, and I was grateful to have her on my side.

I was grateful for her and Makyah, they'd both always pushed me to better than what other people thought of me.., and yet I'd felt like a failure.

I sighed, rolling onto my back, with one hand supporting my head and pillow while the other was lazily splayed over my stomach.

Her mother was gone and I had no idea what the story was behind what had happened with her father, she'd tell me whenever she felt like it. Until then, I'd have to make sure she was ok.

I'd be the one, anyone would have to answer to if she was hurt.

**

I jolted up when I heard a crash coming from the living room.

These damn females... What could they be up to now? I sat up, pulling my T-shirt over my head. I got up, making my way from the guest bedroom into the hallway. Looking both ways, I listened for any indication on who it could be.

Nothing.

Something was off, I crept my way into the empty living room. Hmm. Just as I was about to turn and head back, I heard a voice.

"...Didn't I tell you to stop calling my phone?... I don't give a fuck, Imma hit you up when I can-"

I walked into the kitchen. He'd been previously digging through the fridge, but when he'd turned around and saw me he hung up. With the quickness, too. I raised an eyebrow, in question-- well mentally anyway. Something was off about him and I didn't know what it was, but I'd find out regardless.

"Wassup?" he greeted jerking his head up. "I ain't know you was here.., again." He had an undertone, I didn't like it.

I shrugged, "Yea, I came over to chill with Kyah, but she was chilling with the girls. They drunk, so I figured I'd stay and make sure they was ight."

He licked his fingers, he'd been chewing at some fried chicken earlier. "Hpmm," he finished chewing his food before he continued. "Look I get you and my girl is friends or whatever, but-" He walked up to me ready to set his hand on my shoulder, but I moved away.

"You don't know me. We damn sure ain't homeboys."

He chuckled, raising his hands in the air. "Shit you right, you right." Sporting a grin on his face before it twisted into a serious look.

"Well since we keeping it a hunnit..., stay away from my girl."

Laughter erupted from my throat, "I respect that you're her boyfriend, but that..." I looked down at him,  "ain't happening." With that, I turned around and headed back to the guest room to sleep.

I didn't know who he thought he was, but Kyah lost me once and I wasn't going to let that happen again.

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