Him 2: Problems

18.

Ray

I only heard Nicki screaming through the door. I kinda broke in but then I didn't. I had to make sure she was okay though. I hate it when she is in pain.

I shook her to wake her up because no one was in the house. It was just her on the couch in the living doom. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me. She hopped into my arms so quickly that I stumbled back holding her.

She started crying into my shoulder. I sat down on the couch and she was in my lap. I patted her back as she cried. We sat there at least ten minutes. "You good?" I asked she pulled away from me wiping her eyes.

"No." She croaked. "This is too much."

"I know but we going to handle this shit." I said some words of encouragement. "You want to get outta here for a minute?"

Her facial expression changed from overwhelmed to fuck out of here. Then she realized where she was sitting. "Ray no. No thank you Im fine here." She got up and went over to the kitchen.

"What you thinking...we gon fuck?" I laughed. "I just want you to have a good time. Go take a shower and wash that shit off your face." I said pointing upstairs.

She twisted her mouth up and rolled her eyes and did what I told her to do. I just need to get her out of this house for some air. And hell no Im not taking her to the second place she knows best. That shit make a nigga depressed and some more shit.

An whole hour later, Nicki comes down dressed in some navy blue sweat pants with a pink hoodie and some Adidas slides with mix match socks on. She put her hair in little bun and some eyeliner and red lipstick.

"You didn't do your laundry or something?" I asked standing by the door.

She looked me up and down. "You missing something?" She asked checking me again.

I patted my pocket and I felt my phone and my keys. I shook my head no. "Keep it that way." She said getting real close and patting my baby maker in one quick motion leaving out the door.