Khali POV
Boss we have a problem. I think we've made a new enemy because two of our traps were burned completely down. There was another trap that was raided and lit up with bullets. SB were the initials shot into the ceiling. We lost a lot of niggas bruh. WeclearedoutalltracesofSteelzsowedon'tknowwhothefuckthisis.
My eyes scanned over that text message again as I sat on the edge of the bed. My breath stiffened and my heart seemed to abnormally beat. There's always something. I swear it is. I'm sick of this shit. I want nothing more than to let go of the game and just take care of my family. Niggas always coming for our heads though. SB? Who the fuck is that supposed to be? The only gay muthafucka I can think of with them initials is Spongebob. Know his sugary ass wouldn't come for nobody like that. Ain't like he's a real person though.
"Khali? Are you okay? You don't look too good." Asia said as she put several pillows around Katelynn and Khalid. They were so tired that they fell asleep a little before we got back to the hotel. I'm worried about Khalid though. He always seems to be tired... and plus he's been acting a little strange. Maybe it's just because he's a growing boy. I don't know.
I put my phone back in my pocket then I rubbed my palms against my black Nike sweats. "Yeah I'm good. I just umm. I have a headache and I'm tired."
She came over and stood in front of me. Her fingers secured themselves under my chin as she reverted my attention to her beautiful face.
"I know you better than you think Khali. Something is wrong. You were perfectly fine before you got some message on your phone. Just tell me what's going on. Yeah we're on vacation, but I want to know what's going on."
I barely know what's going on myself.
"I told you." I smiled at her then pulled her down onto my lap. "I'm just tired."
I felt my phone vibrate so I pulled it back out my pocket to see that I had a text message from Leek. I made sure to hold it at angle that I knew Asia wouldn't be able to see. I figured he got the same message that I got.
"This nigga." I chuckled. "Nigga still drunk it look like. Let me go talk to him."
She furrowed her brows at me as I put her on the bed next to me. I stood up but she grabbed my hand, clearly annoyed by my actions.
"Khali..."
"Mrs.Graham..."
A huge smile came on her face for a moment, then tried to muffle it.
"Don't try to butter me up and distract me with what I want to hear Khali. As your girlfriend I feel like you should be able to tell me when something's going on with you."
I put my phone back in my pocket before sitting beside her again. "Asia you know that works both ways, right? You never tell me when something's wrong though. I have to try and guess at it. Just think of me as your lover, your best friend, your protector, and your personal mediator. You know, I truly feel like we are meant to be together. We both need to work on trusting each other."
"Well..." She looked up at me with watery eyes. "We can talk when you get back fr..."
"Nah ma." I put my arm around her waist. "Just tell me what's on your mind."
"I feel like a failure. I feel like everyone will start to hate me because of my bad attitude. I don't mean to be so mad and hateful, but sometimes I just think about my past and start to feel so many emotions. Nobody knows what all I had to endure at a young age. Nobody was there for me which caused me to feel alone, afraid, and bitter. And plus... sometimes I just feel guilt and that causes me to want to cancel everyone out. I know I shouldn't feel the way I do... but I do."
