Remember Me

XXXVIII

"And I'm not."

"Which is why you should have just told me from the beginning. I asked you this several times and you told me no. This shit is unacceptable. Maybe you don't see it but I do. No argument is that serious between two friends were a grown man is gonna decide to break his friend's cellphone. There's clearly a whole other issue going on. I don't like him, and the fact you had me at that man's house, introducing us?"

Toryn sighed and looked away. He was acting like she could control people's emotions and reactions to things.

Brandon lifted her chin. "I don't want you seeing him anymore. Dead this best friend shit."

"Ok—"

"No I'm serious, for real Toryn. I don't want this man around you. He's not good for you, I don't care about the history and how long you two have known each other. You're pregnant with my child and he's unsafe for you to be around. I don't want you around him. You hear me?"

Toryn just stared for a moment then slowly nodded her head up and down. "Yes." She mumbled, tiptoeing to meet his lips.

"Good." Brandon said kissing her.

"Where are you going?"

"To deal with him. This the last time he's gonna disrespect you."

******

TAKASHI SIGHED AS HE PACED slowly back and forth in the downstairs of the empty house. He was at work and it was his last few hours of the day. A couple was upstairs, checking out the house for themselves. He had already shown them everything but they just wanted a private moment to fantasize about what it would be like living in the house together.

So instead, Takashi stayed downstairs, watching a video Braelyn sent him of Brielle signing a song she made up called 'I love my daddy.' Brielle's face was smeared with cake icing and her big head was all up in the camera, breathing hard as she sang in her little frail voice. Takashi had a small smirk on his face as he watched the video. He missed her even though he saw her every other day. He had her tomorrow at his house for the night too.

Suddenly hearing footsteps coming down, Takashi exited out the video and shoved his phone in his pocket to appear professional. He cleared his throat and straightened up, extending his smirk to a full smile to greet the two Asian ladies who were now in his presence again.

Takashi assumed they were lesbians. One was more masculine with some Chinese tattoos on her arms. She shaved both sides of her head, only having hair on the top which she slicked back into a small ponytail. The other was more slim, wearing a summer dress with a purse on her shoulder. They both seemed sort of young to own a house though. Then again they both had corporate jobs and worked in the city, they made good money and had excellent credit.

"What do you ladies think?" Takashi asked.

"I like it," The feminine one mumbled, turning to her girlfriend, "what about you?"

There was a loud knock on the front door as the trio then heard someone come walking inside. Takashi was patting himself down for some business cards as he yelled out. "I have clients in here! You must be for the next appointment, you're too early! Give me three minutes!" He yelled out. He noticed out the corner of his peripheral vision however, that instead of walking out the door, the person began to walk further in toward them.

Takashi and both women looked up. It was Brandon, dressed down in a gray suit, but the dead expression on his face said he wasn't here for a friendly visit. It was easy for him to find Takashi. He was a real estate agent with a website, he knew where his worksite was at. And Brandon had no problem pulling up—even when he was on the clock.