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August 13, 2017

Night

Without even thinking I dart a punch directly into Jericho's face causing him to stumble back. He holds his eye as I immediately get to throwing punches at him as he holds up his arms guarding his face. "DYLAND!" Alexis yells at me as she runs up to me pulling me off of him. I let her do it as she stands in between us. He immediately pulls out a gun on me as I reach for mine... not realizing I threw it away. Fuck. I mean mug him as I stare down the barrel of the gun as his face was red and bruising.

"Move Alexis!" Jericho tells her as she doesn't budge as she wraps her arms around me protecting me. I didn't need to be protected... but I couldn't do anything he had me cornered. "What the fuck you doin with this bum?" He asked her as she turns her head into my chest not wanting to look at him. He was furious and I could feel it... because that's how I was when she was fucking him. "He out here killing people Alexis... and you falling in love with this fuck Nigga." He said to me as I had to let the white boy get his pass on calling that, I mean he had a gun on me.

I'm going to kill him.

No... no I don't want to kill anymore people.

But... how dare he?

"If you gone pull a gun out you better be prepared to use it." I warned him as Alexis holds me tighter signaling me to shut up as I do. "Fuck." He scratches his head as he puts the gun back into his pants. We stare at each other for awhile before he turns around and leaves. "Your ex is a bitch." I tell Alexis as we watch him leave off in his car. "Stop it. Don't let him get to you." She tells me as I push her off of me gently but enough for her to know I was angry. "He pulled a gun on me." I tell her as she shuts the door the door and locks it.

"Jericho wouldn't kill anybody." She said as i started to grow even more mad. "I wouldn't have killed anyone either... but you wanna know what made me? Seeing my girl with another man." I try to warn her about Jericho but she wasn't listening. "Dyland... it'll be okay. Trust in God." Alexis says as she walks into her kitchen. My face scrunches up as her words pierced me. "Trust in God? The same God everyone has been waiting on for centuries? The same God that let his own son die for all our sins and yet we still sin? The same God that plays dictator with our lives. Yea no I'm better off trusting in me." I tell her as she turns around quickly eyes narrowed on me.

"Listen. I'm no saint but in this house you will not disrespect God." She tells me as I don't back down from her gaze. "Whose to say there even is a God." I told her as she rolls her eyes grabbing a small box and putting it in the microwave. "God is real Dyland." She says almost exhaustingly. "Jesus Christ ain't never coming back." I told her as she shakes her head at me as she grabs the food from the microwave once it beeps. "Or maybe he just loves taking his time." She told me as I was the one shaking my head now. "I watched good Christian people suffer worse than any criminal or thug. And I asked God why? Why would you let people who have such strong faith in you... never mind." I said as I walk towards the couch sitting on it.

"I understand Dyland." she tells me as I look up at her as she comes to the couch and sits down besides me. "Tomorrow is Sunday... why don't you come to church with me and my sister Melanie." Alexis said as she turned on the tv. "I mean... okay I'll go." I tell her as she leans her head on my shoulder as she watched her favorite show.

A hour passed of her laughing and having so many mix emotions over this damn show. I had found myself getting caught up into it as well as I couldn't help but be interested. Alexis turns the tv off as she gets up as I stare at her ass in those little booty huggers she was wearing. Damn. She catches me staring as she grins at me. "Well, you coming to bed?" She asked me as my heart started pounding as I stood up and followed her.

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