Him 2: Problems

6.

Ray

I tried getting in touch with Prince he straight hit my phone back with this; Loose fuckin number nigga. I swear I fuck up everything. I can't see my son and Nicki just don't answer any of my calls or text. She don't work anywhere so it will be hard to catch her ass out and about.

I sat on Moe's couch really questioning life. I just wanted a simple life you know. Teach dance classes, come home to Nicki and my kids, be a man for real. But my manly ways fucked all that up.

"Yo, Im going to work. Don't fuck my couch up wit that shit." Moe said closing the door behind her. I forgot I lit this blunt. This is really ridiculous. I aint even getting a high off this shit no more. I need to get out of here.

I grabbed my keys and left out. Once I got to my car and tried to start it, it made this clanking noise and just went dead. Great. Fucking great. I got out and slammed the door and started walking off. I don't know where Im going but I'll know when I get there.

My phone began to ring in my hoodie pocket. I didnt bother to check the caller ID. I just want it to be Nicki.

"Hello." I answered.

"Hi, look you need to come get the rest of Tay Tay shit." She snarled.

"Nicki, please listen to me for once." I begged over the phone.

She didn't say anything for a while. I kept walking down the street listening to her breathe. I miss that on my neck at night.

"I dont have time for bullshit Rayan. You did want you wanted to do so you at where you at. Aint no changing that with a sorry ass apology." I could tell she wanted to cry but she just couldn't anymore. "Better yet you can get his shit from Roc house. I don't want you near my son. Bye Rayan."

I didn't even get the chance to go back and forth with her. She hung up the phone on me. I won't ever get to see my son the way she acting. I might as well be dead.