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                     He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. - Isaiah 40:29

Christopher 8:30 am

 Please. Can we talk about last night... - Vonci 🙊

I  sat there eyeballing my phone watching the text come through. There was no way in hell I was texting her back right now as if I even wanted to discuss what was going through my head last night. I didn't have the time to focus on her. I tossed the phone into the passenger seat of my car leaning back rubbing my hands over my face. I was lost in my thoughts when I heard a tap on the window. I looked up to see Navea standing there waving at me to unlock the door and let her in. I wonder what she wanted. 

"What the hell, why are you in here ?" She gets in the car and shuts the door. "I just had a long night..."

"mhm I heard.."She says looking me up in down.

"She told you didn't she?" I asked . She shrugged "That's my best friend you know we tell each other everything.. What was you thinkin'?! --"

"Look Ion mean to be hateful but Ion wanna talk about it, I know what I did and I feel bad about it already Ion need you or her or any body else to make me feel worse" I say. She sits her bag on the floor of the car. ".. She's really hurt .. I just wanna know if you meant it or not."

I rolled my eyes playing with my fingers "No I ain't mean it" I mumbled. I felt the conversation getting under my skin. 
"Ion even know why you came over here for --"

"Because I know Modei.. She keep saying she's over it but I know how she feels about you without her even saying it. I wanna help so .. I'm here to vent to . forreal" 

I knew what kind of friend Navea was and she knew the difference of right from wrong, She was a good friend to all of us in different ways, I knew I could trust her. 

"Where should I start?" I asked her. "Just start from the beginning" 

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Modesty 

Thank God for the weekend

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Thank God for the weekend

I'ma go out with my friends, I'd rather let the liquor sink in

Than the thoughts of you that I should not be thinking

When I'm with someone else, it's feeling like I'm cheating

I just might go off the deep end When I've had too much, can't shut me up, now when you start to creep in

Know that everyone is sick of all my reasons, I'll let you come and go like seasons


-Waves by Normani Ft 6BLACK


I sat across from cash as he sipped Hennessey and smoked on his blunt. I was fighting the urge to tell him to pass the shit, I didn't want to be around him, period! But, I had to come to terms with that without him telling me that shit, I'd be one of the dumbest bitches out. I don't know if I can excuse him for his bullshit, or watching my house like a hawk but maybe it was for the best.

"You ain't taken a drink since you got here" He stares at me. I run my tongue over my teeth. 

" You gon have to talk to me eventually--" "I ain't got shit to say to you--"

"How about a thank you. I cared about yo ass enough to let you know what was up" He shrugged. I rolled my eyes "I would've found the same shit out just using my cellphone, Ain't nobody asks you to snoop on my doorstep neither"

"You wouldn't have that doorstep if it wasn't because of me baby" He chuckled "Look I never needed shit from you alright? You bringing up shit that had already been dealt with. You a clown and that's all you'll be to me" I turned away from him rolling my eyes in disgust. I could hear his smug laugher. 

"Aight you want me to take you home? I'll take you home" He gets up. I get up and grab my purse off the couch. I reach the door and I turned around To him standing there

"Well.." I questioned 

"Do you ever miss me?" 

"Don't you dare, take me home now--" "I think about chu..a lot. I think about your smile. your eyes..your lips" He approaches me slowly until he was up in my face. A place I didn't need him to be "We used to be cool..what happened?" He questioned me like he didn't already know. 

"You know what happened..You don't need a reminder of what you stole from me.."

"Oh" He chuckled "How could I forget" He goes in his back pocket in one swift move and pulls out a thick wad of money. "I was keeping it safe for you" He puts his hand on my waist, I feel myself surrendering to his touch. I drop my purse out of my hand. "Why are you touching me?" I questioned him. 

" The real question is why are you letting my touch you..Because the answer to your question is simple" He works his hand to my short unbuttoning them slowly "I know how you rock baby girl. I know what you're kink is, I know how you like it..where you want it. You know I'm the only one who does it to you like that..right?" He slides his hand into my shorts. I gasp at the feeling. I began to tremble, trying to hold back the noises of satisfaction. 

"I'm the only one who can fuck you so good you don't even know where you are.." He inserts his finger, I escape a loud moan"So you ask why I'm touching you...Its because you can't resist me..nobody can fuck you like me..you can't get enough of me." I began to sweat as he slides the wad of money into my back pocket. He brings that hang to my neck inserting another finger. He shuts me up with a kiss, his tongue parading in every crevis of my mouth. It felt so good that it felt so wrong. 

Before I could blink we were back on the couch with our clothes off. "You can't get enough of me" played in my mind.

Christopher 3pm

I had finished packing after school was over and had already taken my stuff to my car. I was planning on staying in a hotel downtown until I got my shit straight with a place to stay. I closed modesty's bedroom door, cleaning up the mess from last night. I made sure everything was in its right place. I tried calling Modesty several times knowing she wasn't going to answer. I felt my heartbreak in a thousand more pieces every time she didn't answer. Instead, I thought it was rightful to leave her a note on the kitchen island. 

As I was turning off the light to leave my phone dings with a message from Modesty, a video message. It began to play, her loud moans filling my eardrums. I knew it was hear by the tattoo on her back. "Yo stop calling.. we busy" Laughter flooded my ears, My jaw clenched at who it was. Before I could control my anger my phone it the floor, shattering and breaking into a few pieces. It didn't phase me she was with him. It got to me that I really lost her. 




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