K A D E I
I laid awake in my bed all night, Fighting the feeling and my sleep who double teamed both my eyelids. For some odd reason i was upset, Upset at Benz.
I know we aren't a couple and feel absolutely nothing for each other but, That nigga should have been called. It's been three days what could possibly have you so held up.
The clock hit 2 before i realized this shit wasn't going to change. If he ain't call three days ago then he wasn't going to call now. Fuck it, I threw my cellphone on my dresser and closed my eyes.
It was only a matter of seconds before i exhaled drifting off when i heard a slight tap at my balcony window. My ass thinking it's the wind ignoring it only to hearing it again.
I flipped over seeing a shadow exposing from a figure standing on my balcony. I retrieved myself from my covers walking over trying to get a better look.
When i realized who it was i extended my hand out unlocking it walking away throwing my arms over my chest.
"So now you decide to show your face?"
I asked venomously.
"Look i ainn come here for all that"
I tilted my head looking at him like tf?
"Then why you here? I hope yo ass ain't think you was gone come over and fuck. I ain't heard from yo ass in three days, You know how worried ive been?"
I fumed pacing back and fourth.
Benz pulled me back against my will into a tight hug. I could hear his heartbeat, Two beats, Three beats, Two beats.. Matched mine.
I was so mad at him but being in his arms was such an addicting trap, I had no strength or intentions on prying myself away.
"I'm sorry alrigh? I got caught up and had to lay low."
I looked up at him still in his firm grip;
"You killed him didn't you?"
Benz wouldn't even look down at me, He just stood there. I knew he did it ion even know why I asked, He's very thug like but in his eyes i read so much more then that.
I found away to release myself from him climbing into my bed. I patted beside me pulling the covers back where he could lay, As mad as I wanted to say get your shit and leave i couldn't. Him being here next to me was everything.
He laid down behind me pulling me back onto him wrapping his arms around me. We laid in such a peaceful silence, I enjoyed this but i needed to know.
"Why?"
I stated briefly not knowing of another way to ask. He shifted a lil laying on his back resting his arm on his forehead.
"Being back in my hood once again, A nigga ainn been over that way since i graduated from high school. My hood used too be home i stayed right up the street, Had a lot of fucking memories over there too."
He started off ranting while i listened with full attention.
"Type of memories?"
"My first nut, First time gettin dome, First blunt, First fade, Hit my first lick, Shot my first gun, Almost died.. I was bad Asf being a thug was all i fucking knew."
"You proud of the fact that you where a thug?"
"In all actuality yeah, Shit made me who I am today. My moms moved us up outta the hood and all but, You can't hide where you came from. I'm comfortable with people knowing i had to struggle before I got to where i am now."
"Benz you drive a 2014 BMW truck, Every time i see you your laced in nothing but the finest gear. You even have the personality of a rich kid. I just don't understand how this shows anyone that you had a hard life."
