Every strike you have against her, is the very reason why she’s perfect.” I stood up to my full height as my mom’s eyes were the size of saucers. “Not ‘ your’ perfect, of course. But perfect, just the same.”
I stormed out of the room in search for D’asia, but I was informed that she and Zee had already left. When I tried to call, she did not answer. I was going to go over to her place, but knew I was too tired to have the conversation we needed to get out of the way. My arresting Zee was not going to go over well. Shit, I knew that as soon as I saw him standing at the front, looking out. However, there were too many other officers nearby for him to escape without getting caught up. It was surely gang initiation season and we knew the players, but it was like a never ending cycle.
Zee had to get out.
The next day, Reginald Henry dropped off the boys with a glare that I knew only meant I was in hot shit. He did not say anything, but his look said it all. Zee was extra quiet and in solace of his friend, so was Reggie. Therefore, I decided the Malcolm X tour would be a good call and the place where he was assassinated. The sullen boys turned into inquisitive reporters about the amazing Malcolm Little, also known as el-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz. This actually turned the day around, until later.
Once I dropped them off, I kept trying to call D’asia but she would not pick up. I showered, changed my clothes and then I went to her apartment. Taking the elevator, then walking the rest of the way to her floor. I knocked a few times. After several more, the door was opened slightly with the chain still in place.
“D’asia, let me in.” I sighed.
“What do you need Ryan?” She asked leaning against the wall behind the door.
“We gotta talk.”
“No, we’re cool. I get it, so let’s not prolong this process,” she said not looking at me.
All I could see was a sliver of her side profile through the crack in the door.
“D’asia, I’m not having this conversation without being able to see you. So, open the door.”
“Look, Ryan. There’s no need for all of this. Okay, we know how this ends. So, go on,” she said in a bored tone.
“Are you really about to sit there and act like what we’ve started doesn’t mean anything to you? Are you fucking kidding me?” I moved closer to the door, so my face was in his space.
“What?” She snapped, “We fucked, okay. There were a couple of moments, but it’s nothing to write home about.”
“Open the door, before I kick it in.” I said through gritted teeth.
“Ryan, I see…”
I took a step back, then pushed my body against the door once.
“What the fuck?” She exclaimed. “Stop.”
“Then, open this fucking door?” I yelled. “I won’t have this conversation through a chained door.”
She quickly unlatched the door and moved to the side and the table almost fell. I stalked towards her as she crossed her arms over her chest in defense of anything I was about to throw at her.
“You want to end us?” I questioned her as my face was inches from hers.
“Please.” She scoffed. “Mommy dearest will do everything in her power to end it for us.” She said with sarcasm.
“Do. I. Look. Like. I. Am. A. Man. That. Does. What. He’s. Told.” I pronounced each word and put my hand on the wall, right next to her head.
Her face turned, so I took my opportunity to nip her neck.
“Stop,” she hissed.
“So, you want to end us?” I nipped her lip. “We haven’t even started, sweetness.”
“Ryan,” she called my name as she tried to push me away. “We can’t.”
I grabbed her by the wrist and put them on the wall next to her head. Moving my body into hers, I said against her lips, “We can. D’asia. We got this.”
Taking her lips was the only thing I could think of at the time. She fought me for a bit, until she melted into my body. There was a tussle of the tongues, merging of the lips and clinging of the teeth. But I took my
I stormed out of the room in search for D’asia, but I was informed that she and Zee had already left. When I tried to call, she did not answer. I was going to go over to her place, but knew I was too tired to have the conversation we needed to get out of the way. My arresting Zee was not going to go over well. Shit, I knew that as soon as I saw him standing at the front, looking out. However, there were too many other officers nearby for him to escape without getting caught up. It was surely gang initiation season and we knew the players, but it was like a never ending cycle.
Zee had to get out.
The next day, Reginald Henry dropped off the boys with a glare that I knew only meant I was in hot shit. He did not say anything, but his look said it all. Zee was extra quiet and in solace of his friend, so was Reggie. Therefore, I decided the Malcolm X tour would be a good call and the place where he was assassinated. The sullen boys turned into inquisitive reporters about the amazing Malcolm Little, also known as el-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz. This actually turned the day around, until later.
Once I dropped them off, I kept trying to call D’asia but she would not pick up. I showered, changed my clothes and then I went to her apartment. Taking the elevator, then walking the rest of the way to her floor. I knocked a few times. After several more, the door was opened slightly with the chain still in place.
“D’asia, let me in.” I sighed.
“What do you need Ryan?” She asked leaning against the wall behind the door.
“We gotta talk.”
“No, we’re cool. I get it, so let’s not prolong this process,” she said not looking at me.
All I could see was a sliver of her side profile through the crack in the door.
“D’asia, I’m not having this conversation without being able to see you. So, open the door.”
“Look, Ryan. There’s no need for all of this. Okay, we know how this ends. So, go on,” she said in a bored tone.
“Are you really about to sit there and act like what we’ve started doesn’t mean anything to you? Are you fucking kidding me?” I moved closer to the door, so my face was in his space.
“What?” She snapped, “We fucked, okay. There were a couple of moments, but it’s nothing to write home about.”
“Open the door, before I kick it in.” I said through gritted teeth.
“Ryan, I see…”
I took a step back, then pushed my body against the door once.
“What the fuck?” She exclaimed. “Stop.”
“Then, open this fucking door?” I yelled. “I won’t have this conversation through a chained door.”
She quickly unlatched the door and moved to the side and the table almost fell. I stalked towards her as she crossed her arms over her chest in defense of anything I was about to throw at her.
“You want to end us?” I questioned her as my face was inches from hers.
“Please.” She scoffed. “Mommy dearest will do everything in her power to end it for us.” She said with sarcasm.
“Do. I. Look. Like. I. Am. A. Man. That. Does. What. He’s. Told.” I pronounced each word and put my hand on the wall, right next to her head.
Her face turned, so I took my opportunity to nip her neck.
“Stop,” she hissed.
“So, you want to end us?” I nipped her lip. “We haven’t even started, sweetness.”
“Ryan,” she called my name as she tried to push me away. “We can’t.”
I grabbed her by the wrist and put them on the wall next to her head. Moving my body into hers, I said against her lips, “We can. D’asia. We got this.”
Taking her lips was the only thing I could think of at the time. She fought me for a bit, until she melted into my body. There was a tussle of the tongues, merging of the lips and clinging of the teeth. But I took my
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