"Alright, let's go through this one more time." Daniel said. "Me gusta tocar la guitarra. What does that mean, Baby?"
I blushed. I love it when he calls me "Baby". I buffered for a moment. Daniel is teaching me spanish for the class five student trip to Spain. I already know spanish, but I wanted an excuse so that I could spend more time with him and I wouldn't have to go home to hell. I bit down on my lip.
"I like to play the guitar?" I said.
"That's my girl." Daniel said, kissing my cheek.
I blushed and kissed his lips. I swear this guy does something to me. My phone buzzed in my back pocket. Daniel broke the kiss and I groaned. It was just getting good. I ignored it, and kissed Daniel again. He gave me a stern look.
"But I don't want to answer!" I groaned.
"Well you don't want "him" then." He said, getting up and walking into the kitchen.
I cussed under my breath and answered my phone.
"Hello?"
"I need you home!" Chris croaked.
It sounded like he's been crying. Everytime he cries, his voice gets raspy.
"What's wro-"
"Just get home!" He yelled.
Before I could say anything else, he hung up on me. That was weird. I sighed and put on my jacket and shoes. Daniel came out of the kitchen.
"Leaving already?" He asked.
"Yeah, Chris needs me home for something." I said.
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow." Daniel growled, nibbling my ear.
I bit my lip.
"Maybe tonight if you keep on." I teased.
He laughed and smacked my ass, telling me to go. I kissed him one more good time and left. I love that guy.
Anyways, I rushed home to see what Chris wanted. He never really cries unless something serious goes down. I swear on my life if that rice cake did something to him, I'm going to beat that tricks ass.
I made my way up to the house and unlocked the door. Chris had his head in his hands. He lifted his head up and tried to smile at me. His eyes were bloodshot red.
"Hey, baby girl." He said, softly.
"Hey, Breezy. What's going on?" I asked.
Chris said nothing and motioned me to come sit by him. I kicked off my shoes and flopped down beside him. He intertwined our fingers and took a deep breath.
"I've kept something to myself. Something so haunting and so deep that it keeps me up at night." He said.
I frowned. Everyone has secrets, but it shouldn't be that haunting, right? What's so possibly horrid that does that to you? But let me not judge. This is about Chris right now. I shifted a little in my cushion and listened on. Chris cleared his throat and spoke.
"Promise me you won't hate me after I tell you this, Boe. Just promise me." He begged.
I nodded and continued to listen. Chris took a deep breath and bit down on his lip. He always does that when he's about to get something off his chest or when he feels guilty about something. He tightened his grip on my hand.
"Mama is still alive."
