Not My Mother's Footsteps
doorbell rang. “The fuck?” he said out loud as he walked to his door, knowing damn well it won’t the pizza man that quickly. “Yeah?” he asked Renz as soon as he opened the door and saw him standing there.
    “Hell you been nigga, I been calling your ass all fucking day” Renz said with a little more aggression than Terrell liked.
    “Shit my fault, I had a lot of hit to deal with” Terrell said short and sweet.
    “Damn, baby boy can I come in?” Renz asked as she tried to step inside but Terrell stop him.
    “Actually, I got a shorty over” Terrell said tilting his head up to the stairs.
    “Oh shit baby boy, my bad” Renz said as he dapped Terrell up.
    “Yea so imma holla at you later” Terrell said really getting a bad vibe from Renz, which kind of hurt him because Renz was like a brother to him.
    “That’s what’s up” Renz said as he started walking back to his car.
    “Hey Renz” Terrell called out to him before he got to the car and he turned around “good looking out on Old School, you were right about that nigga” Terrell said lying.
    ‘Damn I was tryna set that nigga up, and his ass really was fucking stealing’ Renz thought. “Of course baby boy, anything for you. So how we gonna handle that?” Renz said.
    “We will talk about that later, I got shit to do tonight” Terrell said referring to Phoenix. Renz had fell into the trap of really thinking Terrell thought Old School was stealing from him, but little did he know Terrell thought he was the one stealing.
    “Aight baby boy, be easy” Renz said climbing into his car and driving off.
    Stepping back inside Terrell grabbed his drink and quickly downed it, he knew shit between him and Renz was not going to end well, and a little piece of his heart ached because of that.
    ~
    Phoenix had just stepped out the shower, and after drying off, she rubbed herself down with lotion and then put on her Victoria Secret matching bra and panty set, followed by her tights and tank top. After brushing her teeth, she headed out the bathroom, and almost ran into Terrell as he was coming out of his room. “Shit!” she shouted as she dropped the things she was holding.
    “Damn my bad” Terrell said with a smile. He didn’t mean to scare Phoenix but the look on her face was priceless.
    “You scared the shit out me” Phoenix said grabbing her things. Not only did Terrell scare her, she damn near had a heart attack just by the way he looked. He now only had grey sweatpants and bedroom slippers on and his body was everything to her. He only had 3 tattoos on his body, but the way they looked were perfection, he was surely a gift from God.
    “You aight?” he asked Phoenix because she was standing there with her mouth slightly open staring. Just as she was about to reply the doorbell rang. “That’s the pizza” Terrell said with a smile as he headed downstairs.
Phoenix watched as Terrell jogged down there stairs. ‘Lord give me the strength’ she thought to herself before walking into the room putting her things down. 
    “You ever seen the Conjuring? Terrell asked the moment Phoenix reached the bottom of the stairs.
    “No” Phoenix said, she really wanted to say she didn’t watch scary movies, but she wasn’t about to tell him that to and seem like a punk.
    “You aint scared are you?” Terrell asked, Phoenix went to speak but it was pointless because Terrell spoke again “I can see your ass scared, but don’t worry I got cha, ill protect you” Terrell said with so much meaning.
    Phoenix couldn’t help but smile “I really don’t watch scary movies” Phoenix admitted. “But I don’t mind watching it with you” she said sitting down on the couch.
    “If you don’t want to watch it, we don’t have to” Terrell said bringing the pizza box, and sitting beside Phoenix.
    “It’s cool, I don’t mind, as long as you protect me like you said you would” Phoenix said flirting unsure of what came over her.
    “I told you I got cha,

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