After the incarceration of her boyfriend of 6 years and DEATH of her only child. Patience Brown must start from the bottom and dig her way back to the top.
CAUTION!!! There's ALOT of southern slang in this story .
I was laying in my bed listening to Jhene Aiko-Sativia while smoking a L. I pulled a long drag from the blunt and released—letting all the bullshit from the day go with the smoke. I heard a notification come to my phone..
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I read the message at least 3 times and blew out a breath "shit" I mumbled. I seen she was about to text something else but the bubble went away.
I looked over at Tasha sleeping on her side with a hand over her small pudge. I looked down at my phone and shook my head. "Fuck it" i mumbled getting up from the bed.
I stopped at our bedroom door and looked back once more at Tasha who was still sound asleep. I took the elevator to the basement. The elevator doors opened and I walked into my man cave.
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I poured me a drink then rolled up another blunt. I pulled my phone out my pocket and read the text for the fourth time. I sighed and clicked on the FaceTime. It rung a few times before it connected.
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Soon as her gorgeous face popped up my heart fluttered. I didn't even know what to say, all my words went out the window. I just stared like a fucking idiot. She smiled
"Hey Kevin"
"Wassup P"
"Oh nothing, just.. thinking about you honestly.. did you get my message?"
