At 17, Candyce's small worldview is maginifed when her big brother, Ace, invites her into his world as punishment. Ace may have been an overbearing big brother at home, but in the streets he was feared and respected as a young drug dealer, proving h...
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Chapter 8
I didn't know what I expected following Ty to his crib, but a simple hotel room was not it. The excitement of the night died down with each step I took further into his suite. He must didn't trust me to be at his real spot. He was just like Ace that way.
"You and my brother have a lot in common," I say.
I brush my hands across the comforting fabric of the hotel's sheets. It had been a long time since I stepped inside one of these.
"No offense, Candyce, but I don't wanna talk about ya brother right now."
Ty closes the door behind us and locks it. I watch him as he moves around the room. He empties his pocket first. A pack of gum, keys, and a tight wad of money fall onto the nightstand near the bed. Then he undoes the link in his gold watch and sit that beside the money. I almost wonder why he trusts that I won't take off with his shit right now and run, until he sits a black gun on the counter beside the jewlery and the money.
I gulp watching him take the clip out of the gun. He doesn't aim it at me and shoots me like the dumb naive girl that I am. Instead, he opens the drawer and sits the clip and the gun inside. He turns back to look at my dumb-struck face.
"Chill, ma. You ain't ever seen a gun before?" He laughs.
"That's the point. All the times I seen a gun, it was either pointed at me or someone I love."
Ty stops in the middle of taking off his shirt, "Damn. I'm sorry. I ain't mean to scare you."
I shake my head, trying to tune back into the carefree Candyce that didn't think everybody was out to get her. It's a lot easier to do with the liquor coursing through my veins.
"It's all good. I'm just a lil paranoid, I guess."
"Aight. Well I'ma go take a shower right quick. Promise me you won't have that gun pointed at me when I come out?" He says.
I laugh, "You just gon have to wait and see."
He remains in the room undressing down to his wife-beater and jeans. After taking of his belt, his jeans hang lower around his hips to give me sneak peek as to what's gonna be waiting for me when I get out the shower. I bite my lip. Ty catches me staring, but I don't shy away. I don't run. That's lil' girl shit.
He chuckles to himself. I swear the bulge in his pants rises the longer I watch him.
When he closes the bathroom door, I take the opportunity to finally look through my messages. Ace is flooding my message threads, not to mention, he has called me sixteen times in the last thirty minutes alone. I brave myself and text him a quick message. I let him know that I went out for some fun and my friends were too messed up to be left alone. I say that I'm sleeping over at one of their houses and that I'll be back tomorrow morning. The three dots pop up almost immediately and I exit out of the message before I can see what he's about to say. Then, I hold the button on the side of my phone until the screen blackens.
