I still wasnt feeling Reggie but I knew my mother would raise from the dead and kill me if I let her stay out there the other night and get hurt. She raised me better than that.
Niggas were really creeps though and I couldnt believe a whole group of them had really tried to follow her home.
I was currently just laying down on the couch watching the ceiling fan rotate. There were times I wished I didn't think too much and this was one of those times.
I didnt get any sleep last night due to nightmares associated with what I had witnessed happen to my family. My mom and brother were all I had. My father left us when I was young and our other family all lived in Jamaica and we didn't contact them often.
My mother was a hardworking woman and I thanked God for her every single day even though she isn't with me physically anymore. In her last year living she went through more shit than she should have tolerated. It wasnt fair that her life was taken on account of it as well. I
t makes me upset that she could have prevented it though.
A few soft knocks on the front door knocked me out of my thoughts and I scowled wondering who the hell it could be. Nic was at work and so was Denzel and on top of that, they both had keys.
I got up and looked through the peephole catching a glance of a familiar head of braids. Shaking my head, I flopped back down on the couch.
If I ignored her, she'd go away.
The knocking stopped and I sighed in relief. She was gone.
My phone started to ring and I picked it up seeing it was Denzel. "Yeah?" I answered.
"Reggie at the door. Can you let her in? I told her to wait for me inside" he said and I instantly got irritated.
"Aight" I mumbled into the phone and got up to open the door. I turned and walked away before she even walked in.
"Hey" she smiled walking inside and taking a seat in the chair opposite the couch.
"Wassup" I mumbled loud enough for her to hear me but not loud enough for her to think I was interested in talking to her. I
went back and laid how I was before. I tried to clear my brain by watching the fan and trying to count how many times it turned.
It was silent and after a while and I noticed she started that staring shit again.
"Why you always fucking staring at me Regine?" I said and she jumped, looking away.
"Are you okay?" she said softly and I looked at her confused.
