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I PUT MY HOOD OVER MY HEAD as I walked into the hospital. Things between me and Nique have only gotten worse. After I saw that text from "Brittany" she's been more secretive with her phone. It was always constantly ringing and dinging.
She's definitely cheating. There's no Brittany anywhere in this house and the area code isn't even Chicago's.
It's honestly caused me to be more insecure than anything, even though I was mad at her, I still felt hurt.
She's been avoiding me at all cost, probably because every time I see her I pry. And she's out of the house more than she's in so I'm just left there alone watching random shows on Hulu.
I could leave, walk around the block on my own but I ain't stupid. People from 63rd been lurking and there's probably a target on my back.
One thing I can admit is that though Nique has been blatantly ignoring me, she's been keeping me safe. Despite our problems we still have work to do and I still have training. Those are the times that I don't even bring up the situation because it would be a big distraction.
Nique had given me the choice to actually participate in the shootout, but that was before all of this. She told me I could watch from one of the black bullet proof vans (which she preferred) or...the other option I just mentioned. But I don't know.
I got on the elevator and went to my mom's floor. Nique had dropped me off here, nothing being said of course. I had anger built up but I held it in because she never responded.
When she first started giving me the silent treatment, I'd get physical with her.
The irony of that.
I expected her to hit or push me back but she never did. Her jaw wouldn't clench and her eyebrow never twitched, she would just look at me with these sad and tired eyes.
Sometimes she'd come to my room and ask if I could sleep with her but I'd straight up tell her no and she'd leave it with that. Something is honestly wrong with her if she thinks I'm gonna lay anywhere near her when she's probably got a pretty ass fem in her phone sending nudes. And she hasn't even been wearing her cologne, knowing that I love it. It's like she's trying to displease me.
I've been spending time with my mom a lot more recently. That was only when I could get a ride of course. Nique's working on getting me a permeant since I know how to drive now. I did hit a few curbs and scratch her car along the way so... it was quite a journey.
My ma was watching 'Good Times' reruns when I entered her room and she smiled when she saw me. I didn't bother to smile back, overly bothered by Nique. My ma wasn't as weak anymore so she was using her board again.
What's wrong?
"Me and Nique ain't doin' so good." She knew about our relationship and was supportive of it.
She scoots over and then pats the open space so I sit. Tell me what's going on.
"I think she's cheating on me. She's barely home, barely talks to me when she is, and her phone is always going off. The first time it did I caught it and it was a female named Brittany."
My mom frowned as her eyes darted around the room and then they softened but I didn't think too much of it.
"Ion think she interested no moe."
She shakes her head. Keep hope. Everything happens for a reason.
"What'chu mean?"
If it's meant it's meant, and if it's not it's not.
My eyes fill with tears. "But I want it to be meant."
You can't force something that's not right. I shake my head. My mom's a very wise woman so I know that what she was saying was the reality of all things but I didn't want it to be.
When Nique picked me up, I noticed how fidgety she was. She seemed to be worried about something, her grip on the steering wheel constantly tightening and loosening.
We made it home around ten and I went to take a much needed shower. It always helped me clear my brain of the worrisome and unnecessary thoughts.
I stepped onto the bath rug once I was finished and wrapped my towel around me. I did my skin care routine and then threw on some pajamas. I didn't have any type of appetite so I was just gonna read and go to sleep. Usually me and Nique would watch a movie or something but obviously that's not happening. I roll my eyes at the thought.
I felt better after having my time in the bathroom but as soon as I laid down to open my Bluford book, Nique's ass was at my doorway.
"You ca' c'mere right quick?" She did not sound normal, more like nervous. I frown at this.
What's up with her?
I get up, more so annoyed than anything and follow her.
"This betta be worth my fuckin' time Nique. Out of all days, you wanna come bother me when I start tryin' ta get back into readin'." She said nothing so I pushed her. "Well what is it? Don't jus' have me followin' you around. And since I'm talkin', it's funny how you ain't wanna be lead on but you doin' the same fuckin' thing!" We end up in front of her room door which was closed leaving me confused.
"Open it," she tells me, rubbing her arm nervously.
I side eye her. "What Nigga?"
"Open it."
"What'chu playin' for?"
"I'm not. Jus' do it."
"Nah, cause if you called me all the way DOWN STAIRS, PASSED THE KITCHEN, and to yo ROOM to open a fuckin' door you—" She opens it herself and I gasp, covering my mouth.
To Be Continued...
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