Him 2: Problems

12.

Ray

Oh shit. Oh mother fucking God. I get see my son without having to spy like a creep. I just need to clean up around here real fast. He can sleep in Tay Tay's old room. My life just went from shitty to livable.

It was close to nine when I heard the car pull up. I ran away from whatever I was doing and went to the door before they could even knock. I watched as Nicki and Rashaad climbed out of her black truck. She had on all black like she used to wear when she had things to handle.

Nicki carried his bag on one shoulder and held his hand as they walked up the porch steps. I opened the screen door to let them in. But Nicki just stood there looking at me.

I can tell my stares still make her uncomfortable because she kept shift from one leg to the other. "Hi, My name Rashaad and its nice to meet you, sir" he said smiling widely at me.

"Sir?" I asked and raised my eyebrow.

"Yes, its called manners Rayan." Nicki spat at me. She bend down to Rashaad's level and told him what's up. "Alright sweetheart, be good. Don't let me come back here and heard that you done broke something. And do not and I do mean do not forget to take your medicine baby. Its in your bag in the side pocket." She gave him a kiss on his forehead.

"Ma Im grown. I got this." He wiped the kiss off.

She smacked him upside his head and told him go sit down inside the house. I let him go by me and watched him sit down in front of the tv. I stepped out some more and closed the screen door. "How you been?" I asked trying to make conversation.

"Im fine. I hope you got apple juice cause he don't like shit else." She laughed. "I gotta go. Make sure he takes his meds and you gotta watch him take it cause he a lawyer in training." She handed me his bag an left without another word. I watched as she got in her truck and sped off down the street.

I went back inside and sat down next to him. He stared at the tv watching the Walking Dead. "So like what you wanna do tomorrow? Im pretty sure you sick of see Roc and Masey." I chuckled.

"Who Roc? Why would somebody name be Roc?" He asked looking straight at me. "Aunt Masey boyfriend or whatever name is Chresanto."

"Wow. And your seven?" I laughed. "You want to go to the movies or something tomorrow?"

"Sure."

It was quiet while we watched the rest of the show. "Why do you take this again?" I asked as I was straightening up his bed for the weekend.

"They said that I have fluids in my lung so it pose to clean it out. I don't know. But its sometimes hard to breathe. That's why I don't play sports or games that involve too much effort." He said looking at the three pill bottles on the dresser. "Any apple juice around this camp?"

"Yeah, homie you lucky too because I just brought it too." I said. I got the pills and read how many he suppose to take of each. "You know how many you suppose to have of these?"

"2 of the white little ones, one of the blue and red one, the other one I take when I wake up and eat." He informed me.

Well he took it and went right to sleep for the night. I texted Roc messing with him.

"Chresanto , nigga you down for the ride tomarr, lol."

"Stfu and hell naw. Im on probation." Damn he must have got the heat cause he went home smelling like weed.

"Im takin Rashaad to the moviez you rollin or not"

It took him a while to reply. "He taking his ass to work tomorrow like you should be doing! And why the hell you have my nephew?"

"Hey Masey!"

"Fuck you and get a life!" Her attitude is just like Nicki's but worse.

"Nice talkin to you too."