The Broken Girl

Chapter 20

Orlando
Jay. Her parents. All of them have been stressing me out. I'm trying.  Jay parents are a part of the problem right now because I can't be right for her no matter what I say or do. In their eyes, I'm the reason they almost lost their little girl twice. Where I can only take the blame for one time which was our date. 

Jay is the biggest problem though. She is everything that I need and want but there's too much of an internal fight to be with her sometimes. I have been a part of my dad's world since I was born. I began contributing to it at age 12. So drugs, fast money, violence is all I know. Its apart of me, honestly.

I'm kinda worried that I can't give it up. I love the hustle too much. I know Jay doesn't want to be apart of it but thats how I know how to survive. Yes, I want to go to school but that shit aint free. Then, we're moving in together and bills. Its just money and more money has to be made.

I know I can come up with it in no time but that means time away from the house. In which, Jay gone be looking for me and i have to give an explanation to her. How do I tell her that Im about to start  back hustling and doing business in the world that almost took her life.

She thinks that I'm done with that life since Texas. Honestly, I was away from it but i wasnt gone. My dad and I had a lot of business that we worked on together. I have a few of my own. Lately, I been just regulating transactions from dealers to sellers, managing the facilities where we create our drugs. Its not enough bread coming from that. Something has to shake. It got to. Sometimes I miss moving carelessly. No obligations, no explanations just Rey doing Rey.

I gotta go all in. Back to how it used be before Jay if I want to make money. I gotta expand.

"Yo, what's good?". Kilo answered his phone.

" I need your help". I said laying back on the bed.

"What's the move?"

Jaylee
During the ride to Orlando's apartment, he was quiet. I didn't bother to try to spark a conversation. Some times silence is good. In our case, its needed.  Hopefully, his thoughts aren't centered around my parents too much. 

I really want us to work. If they are about my parents, he might be thinking about calling it quits. At this point, i feel like its torture to be with me. I try to be extra loving to ease the assult my parents cause. I don't know maybe they out weigh my love.

We have been home for about twenty minutes and have still not spoken. What is there to say at this point? I can't apologize any more than I have.

Orlando is in the bedroom and I'm in the kitchen. We didn't get to eat at my parents and I am starving. So I was preparing a small quick dinner. Nothing special just some nachos.

After I cooked and cleaned up the dishes, I fix myself a plate. Then, I fix Orlando a plate. I walked to the bedroom.
He was laying on his back with his arms covering his eyes.

"Babe, I made nachos." I said softly. He raised up.

"I knew that I smelt something good. I was just too lazy to get up and see what it was." Orlando said in low tone. His voice carried exhaustion.

I walked over to the bed with the tray of plates in my hands.

"Are you hungry?" I asked. He smiled boyishly.

"Ain't i always?" We laughed and I sat next to him. 

"Here sat this on your lap. It's wider than mines.  The tray will overwhelm me and I'm kinda clumsy.  So, I don't want a bed full of nachos. "

"Kinda clumsy?" He said taking the tray.

"Yes" I shot back with sass.

"Kinda clumsy?" He said again but this time looking me dead in my eyes.