Rashad
"What you doing ?" I asked looking at the packs of weed in her hand. "What the fuck is all this Rashad ?" She asked throwing the packs of weed on the ground. "Why you even bring yo ass down here Keisha ? You snooping around and shit." I replied. "Why didn't you tell me you was a fucking drug dealer ?! I fucking asked you Rashad, why lie ?!" She yelled. "Because I don't need you judging me."
I replied picking the packs up putting them back on the table. I shut the door behind me locking in. I turned around and was met with a smack to the face. "You just don't stop lying !" She yelled pushing me before walking upstairs. I followed grabbing her arm. "I didn't lie Keisha I just didn't know how to tell you yet." I replied. She snatched away mugging me. "You didn't know how to tell me ? Nigga you could've just fucking told me you sold drugs it's not something you needed to lie about." She said. "Okay I'm sorry. I'm a drug dealer okay, a big time time drug dealer. Is that what you wanted to hear ?" I asked. She rolled her eyes going upstairs. I groaned walking out going back to my car. I'll deal with this shit later I'm already late meeting with the boys. I pulled up to the trap walking in. "What in the fuck." I said as I walked in. Mark and Que were sitting on the couch throwing money at some bitches as they stripped. "Oh shit." Que said looking at me. "Yeah oh shit. Man get these goes outta here." I said going upstairs to my office. I sat watching the cameras as Mark and Que put the girls out. They came upstairs sitting in the chairs. "Ight why we here ?" Mark asked. "Did the dealers drop they money off ?" I asked. "Yeah they came earlier but we got a problem." Que said making me look at him. "What's that ?" I asked. "Marco was short." He said. "Short ? So the nigga stealing." I replied. "That's what it look like." He answered. "Ight so let's kill him." Mark said grabbing his gun. This nigga always ready to kill somebody. "Nah not yet just go scare him a little bit and beat his ass. Let him know he has 24 hours to get my money and if I have to step in it won't end well." I said making them stand up. "Ight we'll go handle that." Mark said walking out. I pulled out my phone calling Keisha even though I know she mad at me. "What ?"
She asked answering the phone. "Where you at ?" I asked. "I came to visit my dad." She said making me sigh. "I'll come pick you up when you done." I said. "I can take a Uber."
She replied. "Keisha stop I'm coming to get you call me when you ready." I said hanging up before she could argue.
Keisha
I looked at my dad as he laid there sleeping. I sighed holding his hand. How can I feel so bad for a man that didn't give a fuck about me ? I wiped the few tears I had let escape my eyes. I stood up from my seat gathering my things, I looked at him once more before going to the door. "Keisha." He mumbled. I turned looking at him as a weak smile appeared on his face. "I love you." He said making me shed a few more tears. I haven't heard him say those three words to me in years. "I know I haven't been the best parent and I'm sorry. Go live your life don't worry about me in here." He said. "I love you too." I replied wiping my tears. I walked out texting Rashad letting him know I was ready. I sat on a bench outside the hospital as I waited for him to come. I really don't have shit to say to Rashad and at this point I don't even think I wanna be around him anymore. I looked up as a car pulled in front of me with music blasting. "Damn wassup with you Keisha ?" Jordan asked. Jordan is a boy I went to school with he graduated last year and he so fine. "Just waiting on my ride." I responded. "I feel that..shit tap in with me." He said showing his grill. "Jordan we friends on all social media platforms." I responded standing up as I seen Rashad's car approaching. "I feel that we'll be expecting something from me." He smiled pulling off. I walked to Rashad car getting in not saying anything. "Who was that ?" He asked. "Nobody." I replied. "Come on Keisha you still mad ?" He asked leaning over to me. "Can we just go ?" I asked turning the music up. He mumbled something leaking back over to his side pulling off.
