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June 5th. —————
I laid in my bed again half-naked while Mina watched my body heave up and down. It's been like this for the past three days I've just been having sex with her and then she would leave me to go back to her boyfriend that she claims she has been with for three years.
"I think it's time for me to go Micah," Amina said watching the clock tick on my wall.
"Then leave, nobody is forcing you to stay," I said turning to face the other way.
"I promised I was going to leave him, Micah, so don't act like that." She said.
"But yet you still find your way back there." I rolled my eyes facing the window. She kept telling herself this but didn't act on it which is why my feelings slowly faded away.
"Your not even sure if your fully gay yet Micah, don't even start with me," Amina said getting out of the bed and putting her pants on. "You're with a whole man Amina!" I said facing her as she got her things.
"Ok and it's hard as fuck to leave him, I know what I want but you're coming at me like you do," Amina said.
"If you know what you want then why are you still here?" I asked her.
"You know what fuck you Micah!" She yelled and stormed out of my room slamming the door behind her.
It was a genuine question and she couldn't even answer that so I knew we weren't right for each other. I was just like my mother always would fiend for toxic people and we would wonder why were hurting so bad.
A loud knock came upon and my door slowly opened. It was my Uncle Ryan who was half-asleep but seemed to get woken by Amina loudness.
"Are you out of your damn mind?" Ryan whispered to me from the doorstep.
"What?" I said.
"It's damn near 3 am in the morning and you got bitches leaving the house like it's 9:30." He said.
"It's not my fault and stops whispering," I said.
Ryan closed my door gently enough to not wake up my mother. He walked over to my bed and sat next to me.
"What's been going on with you?" Ryan asked me as I could now hear his voice clearly.
"I don't know probably that I've been dealing with flashbacks of a murder that happened in my own house." I said staring outside of the window.
Ryan scooted over closer to me and rubbed my back. "Micah I know what your mom did is hurting you deeply but soon it's going to be ok." He said.
"You saying that like it's going to help when it's not, soon y'all are going to be in jail." I said removing his hand off of my back.
"As long as they don't take you we will do the time." He said to me and then going in his pocket.
"I'm only 17, Ryan, how the fuck am I going to live without y'all." I said.
