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👩🏾🦱 CHEYENNE POV:
*2 months later*
'I remember his hands And the way the mountains looked the light shot diamonds from his eyes Hungry for life And thirsty for the distant river Like the scar of age Written all over my face The war is still raging inside of me I still feel the chill As i reveal my shame to you I wear it like a tattoo'
I sung along with 'Sade'.
"why you in yo feelings" Hakeem said, over the phone.
Hakeem recently got somebody to sneak a phone in for him, i was really mad when he told me because he could get extra time if he get caught, but i love being able to hear his voice whenever again, and talk for however long.
"cause my man in jail" i rolled my eyes, doing my edges.
"i told you imma get out soon" he said, i rolled my eyes again.
"same ass lie" I said.
"bra, don't start yo shi again" he sighed.
"what shit, i have a right to be mad my boyfriend in jail and I'm pregnant, i'm having to do everything myself " i said, getting angry.
"watchu mean, i send you money anytime i can" he said.
"that don't mean shit, i been gettin money, i want you, i want you here with your kid" i said, starting to cry.
"don't cry chey" he said.
"you don't understand man" i said, wiping my eyes.
"of course i do, youn think i'm hurting not being able to see you everyday, not being able to lay under you like i used to, seeing yo face, kissing yo body, driving around together, going out to eat together, watching movies, hearing you rant, i miss that shit bro, but i'm trynna be strong for us, for you" he said, and i could tell i pushed him over the edge.
"i'm sorry keem, ian mean it like that" i said, starting to feel bad.
"imma hit you later man" he said, immediately hanging up.
"damn" i said, i felt like crying all over again, these damn hormones.
