MISTY

Misty | 23

Misty | 23

I hung my towel up then walked out the bathroom, cutting the light off behind me. I stopped and checked on LJ to see he had fell asleep, watching Paw Patrol on his iPad. I put his iPad on the charger then straightened up his room. I tucked him in some more and placed a kiss on his forehead. I loved my baby, he's the only reason I live. I lost my mama at a early age, I don't want that for my son.

I shut his room door behind me then walked down the hallway up into the living room and kitchen. I looked at the dishes and shook my head, I don't know why the fuck I made breakfast for dinner. I shook my head and walked into kitchen and cleaned it. After I washed the dishes, I wiped down the counters and swept the floor. I cut the light off in the kitchen and walked into the living room.

I flopped down on the couch and grabbed my little white blanket that I always kept on the couch. I checked my phone, which had been charging on the couch the whole time I was in the shower. I had it on do not disturb, so I had hella notifications on my lock screen.

I shook my head seeing Jade and America had texted in our groupchat. They were making plans to go get their nails, toes, eyebrows, and eyelashes done. I told them I was going to come and they said alright. So we would just probably meet up tomorrow.

I exited off my message and went on to my Facebook timeline. First thing that popped up was a picture of Killa shooting a bird and his caption was, "Young nigga, never gave too many fucks." I rolled my eyes and hearted his picture. This nigga was too famous on Facebook for me, Facebook fame is messy fame.

"You ain't coming to bed?" I heard Enoch ask me and I jumped a little and swiped out of Facebook, praying that he ain't see Killa on my phone screen cause I just knew he was gone throw a fit.

I looked up at him to see him leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway, he had his hands in his pockets with a sad looking look on his face. I looked down because I knew he was just trying to manipulate me.

"I just wanted some time to myself." I told him, nervously since it was the first actual time we had talked since last night and I didn't know what he had running through his mind.

He shook his head and walked over to me and held his hand out. I looked at his hand, unsure of if I wanted to follow him, but I guess I had no choice. I put my shaky hand in his and he lead me back to my room. He opened the door then sat on the bed, with me standing in between his legs. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

"Look Enoch, I'm going to be honest with you, I dont think I can do this. I just feel like the other night was unnecessary, the way you put your hands on me was not necessary and if you feel as if you have to put your hands on me for me to understand you, we can't be together." I told him, feeling good that I had gotten that off my chest.

Enoch didn't say anything for a minute and was just looking down, I folded my arms and stepped back from him.

"Okay...I knew this was gone happen." He told me and got up from the bed then started grabbing his things.

"What are you even talking about? What did you know was going to happen?" I asked him and he just kept moving around, with a emotionless look on his face.

"Huh?" I asked him once I walked over to him and stood in front of him.

"Everybody I love always leave me, my mama did it, my daddy did it, my sister kicked me out, shit...you just gone add to the on going list." He told me while looking me in the eyes and I could see that he was hurt and it was making me feel awful cause I know how it feels to be left everyone you ever loved.

"Enoch, I'm not leaving you, I'm just trying to tell you that I can't be with you if you're going to be putting your hands on me." I told him while grabbing his hands and holding them.

I hate that I give in so easily, people can manipulate me so bad and I give in every time, just so I can protect their feelings and not mine. Especially after I hurt Lashea by killing that baby, I don't want to carry around the guilt of being the reason why somebody is hurt again.

"Look Misty, I'm sorry. I was just so mad because you was talking to that nigga and I know I'm insecure but I'll work on it for you. I promise, just give me time and another chance and I'll become better, all for you. I love you and I don't want another person leaving me, I need you, you my air, I can't breathe without you." He told me as he stroked my face and I became so weak in the knees for him.

I opened my mouth to say something and he just started kissing me. His