Stepbrother (Dave East)

I'm Trying

(Hey y'all, I'm glad you liked the last chapter, I had serious writer's block for a hot minute♥️)

The next morning
I rolled over and he sun hit my face through a crack in the curtains. I rubbed my eyes and looked around Daves room, he was knocked out with his heavy ass legs over mine. Flashbacks of last night played through my mind, we did some serious damage and I was feeling the aftermath. Everything was sore especially my lower area.
I got myself from under his legs and put on one of his shirts that fit me like a dress, I went to the bathroom and took care of my hygiene including a much deserved steamy shower.
I put the shirt back on since it's clean and headed downstairs. To keep the peace between Dave and I, I'm making him a big ole breakfast.
I took out everything I needed and put it on the island.
I made French toast, turkey bacon, eggs, hash browns, and pina colada smoothies with a bit of rum since it's a little after two.
I set everything at the table outside since the weather is so nice. I made my way upstairs to wake him up, when I made it to his room I could hear the light snores, I smiled and walked over to him. I sat by his stomach and shook him lightly.
"Dave, wake up".
He moved around a bit but slowly his eyes opened, when he realized it was me his expression hardened.
"What are you doing Aaliyah? The fuck are you doing out the bed? And why do you smell like you showered? Where the fuck you going? Huh?".
He sat up quick which caught me off guard, I moved back a bit.
"Answer me!".
"N-nowhere Dave I-I woke up and took a s-shower then I made you b-breakfast. I was just waking you u-up to come and eat, I-I'm not going a-anywhere".
He calmed down and rubbed his temple.
"Sorry mama you know how I get, I don't want you going anywhere without me, understand?".
"Y-yes. I'm s-sorry".
He got up and put his ball shorts on, leaned down and gave me a kiss before walking to the bathroom.
"You can go downstairs mama I gotta pee and brush my teeth n' shit".
I nodded my head and walked out the room, I felt a weird feeling in my stomach, I think it's nervousness or anxiety, or both.
Dave is really intense. I have to try my hardest to keep him happy today, I wanted to ask him a question I'm more than positive he won't be happy to hear.
I sat down at the table outside and took a sip of my drink while I waited for Dave.
He finally came down after about fifteen minutes. He saw me outside and grabbed his weed supplies before coming out. I watched him examine the weed like it was his prized possession. It made me smile, he's a gangster pothead.
He sat down and started rolling instantly, he looked over all the food then up at me, then the food, then me. I got nervous.
"You did all this mama?". I nodded my head.
"Yea I-I figured after last night you'd be hungry". He laughed.
"I don't know if I'm more hungry for this food or you but imma eat something either way", he winked at me and I already knew my face was bright red.
He sparked the blunt and took three long pulls, so fucking sexy. I watched him in awe of how good he makes everything look.
He passed me the blunt and I gladly accepted, smoking will make this food slap ten times harder. I took a long pull and let the weed settle throughout my body, I took four more pulls and handed I back to Dave, he was watching me and biting his lip. We was both fried as hell.
"Now let's eat mama, I'm so excited nobody's made me breakfast in mad long".
I smiled and got up to share out his plate for him. I put a lot of everything, there was more than enough to keep him satisfied a few hours. I sat the food down in front of him and put the syrup and ketchup beside his plate, he thanked me and dug right in, I sat down and did he same, my plate was much smaller compared to his but to me it was a shit tone of food.
I heard constant moaning and groaning coming from Dave and it made me laugh, I'm glad he likes it.
"Mama I could kiss you right now, this shit is mad good yo, got a nigga sweating n' shit. That itis is gon hit me like a big bitch".
I damn near choked on my food listening to him, he's so extra.
We soon finished our food and sure enough Dave finished everything I made...and I mean everything, down to the last hash brown. He sat back in the chair sipping his drink, I took the dishes inside and put them in the dishwasher. I walked back outside and Dave was on the phone with someone, it sounded pretty serious.
"I need that shit moved to Po's by the end of the fucking day Mugga, you know I can't have product sitting in one place too long and y'all niggas been supposed to move that shit, now if I gotta do it I will but best believe three of yo mans is dead, you can pick which ones it's gon be...that's what I thought. Now the next time I say move something, fucking move that shit!".
He threw his phone on the table and picked up his blunt taking a shit tone of pulls.
I walked inside to get the blender, it still had some pina colada left over so I poured the rest in his cup, hopefully the rum and weed will calm him down.
Dave looked over at me and smiled faintly. I smiled back.
"You know what I admire about you ma?", I shook my head no.
"You make being in other people's business look so fucking good, how you do that huh?". So much for keeping him happy.
I instantly felt embarrassed and my face heated up. I looked down and apologized.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean too".
"Mama, do you be tryna piss me off on purpose or what? You do good then bad then good then fucking terrible".
I played with my nails trying to say anything that won't embarrass me more.
"I-I really am sorry, I'm trying to be the girl you want me to be it's just a little hard when you're mean to me even when I don't do anything wrong".
I looked up and his expression had softened.
"I don't make it hard Aaliyah that's just my personality and you gotta realize that by now, it won't change. I've always been wired this way".
I see where Dave is coming from, I had depression and anxiety growing up and it's calmed down over the years but with everything going on recently, it's come back. I know mental illness is a bitch to get through which is why I try not to complain to Dave when he does things that hurt my feelings, I let it go. It just seems better for the both of us that way. I'm greatful he smokes though, weed does help in some ways with calming him down. Maybe I could ask him what I wanted too earlier.
"What's on your mind mama? Talk to me".
I looked up and a nervous feeling settled in my stomach, I really don't think he wants to know what's on my mind right now.
He stood up and walked over to me, I held my breath and waited for him to say something.
"Look at me Aaliyah", I did as told and looked him in his eyes.
"Speak".
(Trigger Warning)
U-Um...well I was thinking about maybe if it's okay I-I mean at my old school I did cheerleading and I was r-really good so maybe I could try out for this schools t-", before I could finish my sentence he gripped a handful of my hair and yanked my head back so I could see his whole face. He looked livid.
"You deadass Aaliyah? Are you tryna get fucked up right now? Huh? The fuck you mean cheerleading, you wanna dress like a whore and show off your body to other niggas?".
By now he had me up on my tippy toes because I was trying to relieve the strong grip he still held on my hair. I was too afraid to speak, I could only cry and hold onto his arm.
I guess me being silent pissed him off more because he grabbed my neck and pushed me back into the screen door. He screamed in my face.
"YOU WANNA STRIP AND SHAKE ASS FOR OTHER NIGGAS COMMON THEN I'LL SHOW YOU WHERE GIRLS LIKE THAT GO!", now he was dragging me inside and through the hallway going to the front door.
"Imma take you to the whore house my niggas run and they'll set you up real nice, is that what you want!?". Once again he had me up by my hair, I shook in fear.
"P-Please Dave that's n-not what I want I-I'm sorry I don't want to be a cheerleader". He threw me on the floor and bent down, towering over me.
He took the strands of hair out my face and put them behind my ear, I felt his fingers under my chin, he made me look up at him.
"You ever say or ask me some dumb shit like that again I'll chain you to my bed, you understand me?". Too scared to think of a response, I spoke up.
"I-I understand you, sir". A tear fell down my cheek.
Dave let my chin go and stood up, he reached for his lighter and spliff in his pocket and sparked it. He blew out the smoke.
"Go clean up the mess you made in the kitchen then come to my room".
Slowly, I got up, rubbing the back of my head.
"O-Okay".
I walked passed him with my head down and went to the kitchen to do as told. I started cleaning and about an hour later I finished, the whole time I was trying my hardest not to think about what had just happened. I quickly wiped down the counter than went upstairs to Dave's room. Walking up the stairs I had to massage the back of my head, it was throbbing badly.
I walked in slowly and he was smoking on his bed. He took one last pull before ashing it on his tray, he looked over at me with a straight face, well, a straight-high ass face.

"Come here mama".
I walked over hesitantly because I wasn't sure what he'd do. When I got to the side of the bed he was on he patted a spot beside him, so I sat down. He began rolling another blunt so I watched him quietly.
"I don't want you to think what I did to you is okay to me cause it wasn't, I feel sick thinking about hurting you like that and the way I reacted was not okay. I want you to myself but if you wanna do cheerleading I'll be okay with it as long as I'm there for everything, that means tryouts, practices and games you gotta be at. And if I can't make it then imma have one of my mans there to make sure nobody tries anything with you cause I will have them shot, you understand?".
It took me a second to process what he said but at least I get to cheerlead now.
"Okay, that sounds fair. And please don't react like that again Dave, you scared me".
He nodded his head and handed me the blunt with his torch lighter, I took both and sparked the blunt. The weed instantly hit my chest and I felt a ave of calmness wash over me, it felt good as fuck.
Dave watched me smoke and I could tell he was getting turned on, and him watching me turned me on too. I leaned over and kissed his cheek, he smiled and I could see his cheeks turn red.
"Awwwwwwwww Daveyyyyyy". He playfully pushed me and got on top, taking the blunt out my hand and took a long ass pull.
"Imma ash this then I'm tearing that pussy up".
I instantly got more wet hearing that and I stripped under the blanket while he did that.
"Come here daddy", he looked over surprised and ran towards me.
You know how this is boutta go.

To Be Continued....