NELLE.

CH 3.

"What's good wit' you Mamas?" Pharaoh questioned.

"What do you mean?" I counter questioned.

I knew exactly what he meant, but I wasn't in the talking mood and I damn sure wasn't about to let this Nigga know what was goin' on in my head.

He glanced at me, arching his eyebrow as he simply chuckled and licked his lips. "That's how we gon' play Ma'?" I looked away for a moment then met his gaze, mimicking the arch of his eyebrow.

"We, ain't playin' shit. You called me down this bitch so you could talk." I paused for a moment, "Talk Nigga," I merely stated.

He sighed, and ran a hand down his face as he calmly stated the previous question again,

"What's good wit', you Mamas?" This time his voice stood more demanding than before; ignoring his repeated remark, I had questions of my own that needed answering.

"Don't you got that Lil' Busser Bitch you gotta' take care of? Why you fuckin' around in my face?" I stated.

Sitting up straighter than before and placing my hands on the table in front of me, he yet again chuckled, "That's what you mad about Ma'?" He continued to chuckle.

"Fuck is so funny Nigga?!" I semi-shouted, he was startin' to piss me off and he knew it.

He said nothing. Not a word, not a letter, not even a fucking exhale. At this point,

"I needa' drink," I said while getting up out of my chair and walking towards the liquor cabinets.

"Nah Ma'," He then said.

I stopped mid in my tracks and looked back at him with a questioning look in my eye, "Ain't no need for allat'," He spoke again.

I glared at him from where I was standing, feeling somewhat disrespected.

Boy if looks could kill, I woulda' been had yo' ass inna' body bag and shipped to Mexico.

I thought,

I shook my head as I walked back to my seat and sat back down, "Can we please end, whatever this is?" I asked in an irritated manner.

Pharaoh simply nodded then started again, "You gon' tell me why—."

"All I'm sayin' is, 'ion fuck wit' the bitch you were out wit' yesterday," I interrupted.

He shook his head, "You don't even know ha', the fuck?"

"Why I gotta' know a Bitch not to like her?" I quickly responded. He sighed, and I shifted back in my seat as he did so.

"'Ight Mamas, you got it." He shook his head again, I stared him down a minute before answering, a smirk played on my lips as I did so, "I know."

With that being said, I stood up and began walking upstairs leaving Pharaoh at the table with his thoughts, "We gon' finish this tomorrow!" He yelled behind me.

I stopped in my tracks to look back at him, "It is tomorrow, and we are finished."

***

I woke up later that day to the smell of eggs and bacon. A smell I knew all too well didn't live in this house, I merely got up and walked to the bathroom not truly impressed with the smells coming from down below; walking into the bathroom, I closed and locked the door. Turning on the light I quickly ran to the toilet, being that I had to piss since earlier that day, though since the conversation with Pharaoh kinda' fucked up my mood, I went straight to sleep afterward. After using the bathroom and washing my hands, I proceeded to wash my face and brush my teeth, while doing so there came a knock at the bathroom door.

"Yero', Nelle!" It was Trés who had called out. Pausing mid brush, "Yero'!" I called back.

"What's Hannin'?"

"Pharaoh said he needs you out the bathroom and dressed, in the next Thirty!" He shouted back; I rolled my eyes and placed my hands on the counter, "Fuck he can't tell me himself for?!" I replied, this time shouting louder than before, there was an awkward pause before He responded. "Don't shoot the messenger!" He cried out, as he what sounded like skipped down the hallway and back downstairs.

I shook my head and started laughing. Trés was always doing some goofy shit, but hey, I couldn't blame him; the way Nigga's livin' now and days we might as well get a laugh or two while we can, who knows if we gon' be able to do that shit tomorrow.

I quickly finished brushing my teeth, then walked out of the bathroom and back in my room. Walking towards my closet, I looked at all the expensive clothes Pharaoh bought me which still had tags on them, he expected me to wear them in the house, meanwhile, my brain had other plans. I was mostly saving them for when I'd be able to go out into the "Real World," Lord knows that's never gonna' happen, I thought.

Looking up at my top shelf, I stood on the tips of my toes in order to reach the ironing board that laid flat on its side, along with the iron that was placed not too far from it. After setting up the ironing board, as well as plugging in the iron, I walked back over towards my closet in order to find something to wear.

It was the beginning of September, and with Mother Nature being on her period every so often it was chilly yes, but still had days warm enough to wear maybe one or two more summer-ish outfits,

At least for now.

Once finding and ironing my clothes I carefully laid them on the bed, then began walking downstairs for something decent to eat.

I was halfway down the stairs once I heard Pharaoh and Trés conversating, normally I'd stroll right past them, but this particular conversation caught my attention, more based on the fact that it was about me.

Trés stood off to the side near the kitchen, as did Pharaoh, the Busser on the other hand, was directly in eyes view as she stood on the opposite side of Pharaoh, with her back towards me.

Burry her alive, they'll never know!

I smiled at the thought, but quickly shook it away as the conversation between Pharaoh and Trés seemed to get somewhat louder.

"Brah c'mon Pharaoh, how much longer you think she gon' willingly stay in this house? You can't expect her to walk around wit' a big ass Chucky smile on ha' face when she damn near feelin' miserable. She needa' go, explore the Real Wor—."

"Nah, she ain't ready for allat'," Pharaoh interrupted.

"And she ain't neva' gon' be if you keep holdin' her hostage and shit! Plus, y'know she gettin' older, hormones and—."

"Don't nobody wanna' talk 'bout dat' girl damn hormones Trés! The fuck man." Pharaoh semi-shouted.

Trés started laughing but continued, "C'mon man, I ain't gon' stop 'till you give me an answer."

Pharaoh paused for a moment before answering,

"Fuck you."