"No. He said that he wasn't at the hospital and he came here to finish off what the last night couldn't do. So where is he?"

"Well shit we don't know obviously. The last time we seen him was yesterday." Ryan said, coming out of the kitchen, eating chips.

I groaned and laid my head back on the couch. It's always some shit.

"We'll get you some new shit." King said.

"No. Nicardo is gon' get me some new shit. Call Jahvon and see if he'll answer. I know he's not gonna answer me."

"Why is that?" He asked.

I shook my head. "It's not important."

He shook his head and pulled out his phone. I didn't need or want a lecture from him right now.



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Jah wasn't answering his phone and it was pissing me off. I needed to know that he was okay and what the hell he did to make niggas come after him in the first place. I knew that it wasn't about the drugs 'cause nobody ever tried to try him. So what could it be?

We were at Kings house , waiting for information from Lyric and every second that passed I was growing more and more agitated. Where the fuck is he?

"What was y'all fight about?" King asked, walking over to the couch.

"Like I said, it's not important."

"Not important? So if you were to call him right now , whatever the fight was about got him pissed enough to not want to talk to you?"

"Yes and it wouldn't be the first time something like this happened."

"Akashaa. What was y'all fight about?" He asked me again.

Why couldn't he just leave it alone ?

"Some random texted me and sent me pictures saying that Jahvon is her baby father. He told me about her but I got mad because he was fucking on somebody else."

"Oh."

Yeah, oh.

"She's lying you think?" Ryan asked,

" I feel like she's trynna be funny yes I do think that."

He nodded his head and walked off towards the kitchen.

"That's not his baby. He wouldn't do that to you. Nigga care about you way too much for him to do some shit like that." King said.

"Care about me enough to not have a baby by somebody else? What does that say about me? I basically played with his feelings, had sex with somebody else and got pregnant by him. Does that mean that I didn't care enough?"

"Does it?" Bryan asked.

I shrugged. "I did care about him but I don't think it was enough for me to not do what I did and I fucked up. I understand that."

"What's done is done. It's not like you can go back and change it. Shit happens even though, yes, it was fucked up. You chose him at the end of the day. Not Naharie." He said.

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