Chapter 21
2 1/2 years later...
|Keith "Kush" Daniels|
Alyana has been bugging me to get out the game. She wants the whole house with the white picket fence thing. "The American Dream". This the United States and we living in the 21st century. If you still dreaming about the American Dream keep dreaming cause shit ain't always how it look.
But it isn't that simple. I can't just walk out like that. I have to find the perfect person to take over.
But here we are arguing about the same thing once again.
"Alyana you know for yourself that I just can't walk away like that. It ain't that simple." I said.
"I don't care Keith I want you out off that shit. I don't want to live my life looking over my shoulder every five seconds."
"I know just give me a little more time." I said. She rolled her eyes. I noticed she been having these little mood swings lately, but I just ignore it.
"It's either the streets of me." She said. Then she pulled away from and headed up the stairs. I laid out on the couch. Arguing with her is getting nowhere so I say my piece and leave it like it is.
|Alyana Owens|
Is it really that hard to do as I ask? All he do is work, work, and work. Sometimes I just want to give up. I don't want to be stuck in this life. I want the two-story house, with the white picket fence in the front, two or three kids, a dog, and drama free.
Is that really so hard to ask for?
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I know I be at the trap to sometimes, but if I can make it home at a decent hour so can he.
He walked in the house at 3 something in the morning. I turned on our room light.
"Who is she?" I asked.
"Who is who Alyana?" He asked irritated. I should be the one irritated. Okay so my insecurities playing a role with this.
"Don't play dumb. I know you fucking another bitch. You not just staying this late at the trap counting money." I yelled.
|Keith "Kush" Daniels|
"Alyana please not this again. If you can't trust or believe me then there's no reason for us to be together. After all these years now you want to throw cheating in my face. Gone somewhere with that bullshit mane." I said and that's all I got to say.
Bruh I swear its taking everything in me not to jack Alyana little ass up. I'm not about to argue with her on shit that ain't true. So I walked in the bathroom closing and locking the door behind me. I turned on the shower then stripped out my clothes.
The entire time I was in the shower she was banging on the door like she clearly lost her damn mind. I'm sick of her shit seriously. If I knew she was going to act like this constantly we could've stayed friends. I shook my head before I walked out the bathroom. I was not about to stay in this room with her ass. I slipped on some boxers throwing my towel in the dirty clothes hamper.
"So you don't have nothing to say?" She asked me. I couldve sworn I said what I had to say before I went in the bathroom.
"That bitch must be whispering shit in your ear about me cause you never home. The trap ain't that important." She shouted. I threw on my sweat pants and socks. I just walked out the room. I could hear her calling after me. This the part where she cry and try to apologize. Not tonight save that bullshit.
I walked toward my office. I typed in the pass code so the door could open. Last time she picked the lock not this time. I got an automatic door. There's no door knob and the door is metal.
I walked over to my bookshelf I typed in another code. The bookshelf moved. I walked into a little apartment that I had made in here. This is my home away for home.
