A Spaniard boy by the name of Rain comes to the city of New York where he finds someone who impacts his life for better and for worse. While he changes mentally and physically, he strives to rise above the conflict that comes his way heavily. He fin...
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I stood in the kitchen putting dinner on the plates I set out when I heard a loud bang come from out in the den area. I moved my head to see out the door and it was just Messiah coming in from meeting up with the boys. The hell he slamming doors for?
I finished and put the plates on the table, fixing the glasses of juice next before I put those next to it. I walked out the kitchen to see his shoes by the door and him not there. I guess he went upstairs—no hey, no nothing?
I walked up and to our room where I saw him sitting on the bed watching tv. I stood against the sill of the door seeing if he'll speak and he just stared at whatever was on the tv.
"Papi, what's wrong?", he didn't pay no mind to it and just got up stretching and tried to walk past me. I put a hand on his chest pushing him back some as I crossed my arms.
"Why aren't speaking to me? If we have a problem, you know we don't handle it this way."
"I ain't tryna talk."
"And why? Get to explaining before we really have a problem," I turned his head down to me as he jerked away. He bout to make me kick his ass.
"Cause I'm not trying not to fuck you up."
"Who are you talking to Messiah! I don't know what's wrong with you but watch it because it'll get ugly real quick."
He chuckled and went to our bedside table picking up his phone and handing it to me. "Look in the fucking camera roll and play the video."
I scoffed and unlocked his phone looking at it.
"It's the ad for the modeling gig I did a few days ago."
"Yeah and guess who you fucking with?! I thought I told yo ass not to be around that nigga!", he snatched the phone out my hand throwing it on the bed as I jerked my head back. The hell he think he is?
I pushed him back out my space as I glared at him, "Don't get beside yourself Messiah—I don't care how mad you are or whatever but don't touch me like that again! Or snatch shit out my hand for that matter! And it ain't like I knew the nigga was gonna be there anyway you bitch!" I walked out the room and down the stairs as he rumbled right behind me.
"Watch that bitch word, on my muva—I'll snatch yo little ass up!"
I faced him and got in his face, "You not gon do shit. And guarantee just because I'm smaller than you doesn't mean I won't kick your ass up and down this house. Now if you take your volume down and act right we can have a civil conversation. If you don't, you can gladly get the fuck out my house. Are we clear?" He grinned as he shook his head.
"Wasn't I clear when I told you I don't you want you around him alone or anytime at all? You could've fucking walked out, fuck that shit."
"This is my career that I'm working towards. I don't care if he was there or not, I took the job and I was gonna see it out. It's not a big deal and you need to calm down. Understand?"
