Stokeley Goulbourne
I do not know what the hell is going on with Jahseh but every since he beat up Taymor three days ago, he has not been his normal mean and aggravating self.
He leaves me alone and he doesnt really do much talking. He is more to himself then he usually is. He mostly just stays in our room, writing in some journal that he asked me to buy for him.
He hasnt really been eating or anything. I mean he eats some of his breakfast every day but after breakfast he doesnt come out of his room unless someone calls him out or something.
I feel maybe he just wants to be left alone but I could be wrong and something could be wrong. I just dont know. When I ask if everything is good, he says he is fine he just is tired and then dismisses me.
I adjusted my pants as I stood in the doorway of our bedroom, watching Jahseh move slowly around the kitchen, cleaning up our mess from dinner, since it was his night to do dishes.
"Bro why are you moving in slow motion?" Kentrell groaned as he sat in a bar stool watching Jahseh put away the leftovers.
Jahseh looked back at him and didnt say anything, he turned back to the fridge and closed it.
I glared at Kentrell, dont say shit to Jahseh about how he cleans when you nigga look like a dirty ass band aid from that "im a big kid now" commercial.
"Oh my god," Kentrell let out a loud groan as Jahseh started running the dish water.
"Whats wrong?" Taymor walked into the kitchen from his room.
"He is moving too slow," Kentrell complained.
"If you got a problem with how he's cleaning, then get your dented ass up and do it yourself," I commented.
Jahseh still, silent through the whole thing, started to wash the plates.
"Mind yours." Taymor chuckled.
Did you not learn from the last time Jahseh beat your ass to not talk crazy to me.
Jahseh looked at Taymor from the sink and just shook his head.
"He's mine and yall in here talking shit so shut the fuck up." I stood up taller.
"He's only yours because you stole him," Taymor stated.
"Okay and how do you think that Kentrell got your dumb ass?"
"No one is scared of you, bitch," Taymor chuckled.
Jahseh threw the rag in the sink and chuckled lowly to himself, as he looked at Taymor. "Nigga stop talking to him crazy and this is your last warning."
"Tay just dont even," Kentrell chuckled. "It aint worth ya time."
"It?" I questioned.
Jahseh nodded his head and rinsed the dishes quietly.
"Why is he moving so slow?" Taymor mumbled.
"Aight man," Jahseh threw the rag in the sink and rolled his eyes. He put away the clean dishes and then wiped down the counter around the sink before walking over to me in our room.
I closed the door and locked it behind him.
"Baby, you okay?" I asked.
He nodded his head as he laid on the bed and got under the covers. "Yeah Im just tired."
"You have been tired a lot lately," I pointed out.
"Yeah," he shrugged and laid his head on a pillow, turning away from me.
"Did I do something to upset you, if I did I am sorry," I asked.
He didnt say anything in response.
I sighed and sat in the rocking chair, to think what I could have done to make him act this way.
Girl when I say I am drained I mean it.
