Him 2: Problems

11.

Nicki

"Why the hell do you have it?" Jacob asked as he followed me around the house trying to clean up a bit. He would not stop asking me since Rayan left and that was like ten o'clock this morning. Its six thirty.

"Keep you voice down." I sighed rolling my eyes. I went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. Jacob came in still looking at me like Im crazy. "Why me having it bothers you? Its for protection." I filled the sink up with soap and water. I grabbed the rag from off the counter and started with the cups.

"Because what if Rashaad gets a hold of if? Then will it be protection for you or him?" He questioned.

I continued to wash the dishes. "He won't get a hold of it because he knows if he touches them then Im beating his ass without hesitation."

"What do you need protection from? Im right here." He pouted.

I turned around and leaned on the counter with my arms folded. "I told you a million times that I can't tell you about what I do to pay for all this shit that I have and the school Rashaad goes to. Best if you didn't know a damn thing. You seen a gun so the fuck what? I need it and all the others here for a reason that you shouldn't worry your pretty head of hair about." I turned back around to finish up.

I guess he sitting there. I couldn't feel him moving or looking at me. I was pulled from what I was doing and was looking up at him. "Are you hooking or some shit?" He asked.

"Know what, fuck you Jacob! The hell I look like selling my body to niggas I don't know shit about. I have respect for myself and Rashaad so don't even go there. Go somewhere with all of that!" I pushed him off of me and ran upstairs. Again he is on my heels.

"Then why the hell every other night you call one of us to come and get Rashaad like you having company?" He put 'company' in air quotes.

"You don't what the fuck I could be doing! And I don't like bringing other people into what I do." I looked at my arm and it was in his hand. "Let me go!" I yelled.

"Tell me what it is then!" He yelled back at me.

"Ma you okay?" Rashaad poked his head out of his room. Jacob let me go and I went over Rashaad and hugged him.

"Im good baby. Go pack a bag you gonna see your father, sweetheart." I said rubbing his back.

"Really?" He smiled. I nodded. He went back in his room, got his night bag, and started packing random things. Im going have to go through it later.

Jacob looked at me like he wanted to do something to me but I doubt he will ever come close to me with his fist up. I smirked and pushed past him and went into my room and slammed my door.

I walked back and forth so many times I thought I was going to go through the floor. I didn't want him to see Rashaad but then again I did so that he wouldn't fuck up everything.

I got my phone and seen his number on my screen. I remember his number only because he called me so much back then that I would just stare at it. I did not feel the need to put him on the block list because he would eventually stop trying as all people seem to do now a days.

The phone rung twice before an anxious voice answered. "Hello !"

"Hi is this Rayan?" I asked trying to sound calm.

"Y-yeah its me. Uh how you doing Nicki?" He asked.

"Fine. Look I think you can see your son for the weekend if you want to have him. But I already kinda told him to pack a bag." I said trying to sound annoyed.

"Oh no its fine. I can come and get him now or do you want to drop him off?" He asked.

This felt so fucking weird like I never imagined this as my life. "I'll bring him to you around 9 if thats okay?" Why do we keep asking if its okay with one another?

"Yeah sure. I'll text you the address." I could hear his smile through the phone.

"I'll see you later then. Bye."