|Issaiah Love|
It has been a week since Foreign has last spoken to me. As of now I feel like we're through. The shoe is on the other foot and I hate how it feels. This shit sucks and it seems like there's no way that I can fix it.
I've talked to damn near everyone except him about the situation. They've all said the same thing; I need to just give him time to come around. I'm doing my best here but I'm struggling. I've prayed to God so many times I feel like he's tired of me. I screws up tremendously.
The boys have yet to reach out to check up on me as if I betrayed them. Daddy for sure doesn't care about what I'm going through. All this shit sucks. The only people that I can talk to is Von and Zanah and they've already given me all the advice they can.
I sit at the desk waiting for my shift to end. Things have been slow all day so my mind hasn't had many distraction. My mouth opens and I let out a big groan. Time needs to speed up so I can go home and go to sleep.
"Yo Sai, Rob needs some rags and some oil." Tristan comes to the front to let me know.
"I'm on it. You need anything while I'm in there?"
"No but Ty needs some filters and so does Ricky." I stand up and stretch pulling my shirt back down afterwards. Tristan walks to the supply closet with me to help carry the supplies everyone needs. I grab everything that they need and extra then hand some of it to him. I bring water from the break room to give to them as well.
"Here's some water for you boys as well. I know it's hot as hell out here."
"Thanks Sai." They all thank me simultaneously.
"No problem."
"New tat?" Daniel asks pointing to my wrist. My eyes shift to my wrist reading my middle name with a rose gold crown on top of it.
"Yeah, decided it was time for some new ink."
"It's nice." Dominic chimes in taking a peak at it as well.
"Thank you. I'll give you my guy so you can stop going to these mediocre artists."
"Don't do me like that." Dom responds with a chuckle.
"I'm just saying I've seen better."
"You're just trying to get more money coming into you home since your nigga tattoos."
"I mean it doesn't hurt to promote him." He sucks his teeth giving me the side eye before shaking his head.
"Give me the number damn." I laugh pulling the card out of my pocket. I'm that shop's number one supporter so when I see someone that could use so good ink I always offer their services.
"And you better make good use of it too."
"Trust me I will." After I finish up my conversation, I walk back to the front seeing Julius up there.
"Jules what are you doing up here? I hope you're not trying to get out of work for a while."
"Nah, I'm taking a break talking to a friend."
"Who would be friends with your mean ass?" Julius steps to the side showing me the person that he's talking to. I stop in my tracks and stare.
"What's up Issaiah?"
"Foreign, what are you doing here?" He stands up and walk towards me. Damn he looks good. He wasn't even dressed up, he just looks so fine.
"Came to give this back to you." I watch as he digs into his pocket and pulls out the key to the apartment. My eyebrows furrow in confusion.
