Tyler looked up at him, then placed the her cheeks on the end of her hands. Roman sat next to her and stared off at the sandy beach, looking in a daze.
"Y'know, my mama made me move down here as well." Roman snarled as he looked away. "Just recently.."
"Really?"
"Really." Roman growled. "I was just about to finish all of my college course, but she couldn't wait. As a matter of fact, she wouldn't wait......."
Tyler gave him a slightly sorry look, then looked off.
"All for a man, didn't she?" Tyler snarled.
"Well, the woman inside is my mothers friend. We're acquaintances." Roman snarled. "My momma's just making me stay with her until she has enough money to move down here with us. She's dating some online man down here, which is why she's moving with her friend."
"Wow." Tyler said as she shook her head. "So they're just.......sacrificing our future for themselves."
"Agreed."
Roman glanced back at her, then reached into his large jacket pocket.
"Hey I got you somethin'." Roman smiled as he handed her a small box.
Tyler calmly took the box and opened it. Inside, there were small diamond earrings that he'd purchased her.
"W-wow...." Tyler stuttered. "How'd you know that I love diamond studded earrings?"
"I pay attention to you. Not like.....stalk you or anything, but I pay close attention to everyone I'm surrounded by." Roman said, cracking a small smile. "You never know who's gonna be a main source in your surroundings or career goals."
"Thank you." Tyler smiled.
"You're welcome." Roman strained as he stood up on the deck. "My father always told me that a man who pays attention is a man that'll be worthy and key to the future. I'll see you later."
Tyler didn't like Roman, but she respected how much of a gentlemen he was. That was one trait that Tyler wished that Isaiah had, but a man growing up in the suburbs and a man growing up in the slums aren't the same types of people. But what Roman was trying to do, was to keep her from getting hurt by a loose cannon like Isaiah.
Still, nobody in Tyler's family knew that Isaiah was in Key West.
The next day, Isaiah woke up in a bliss. Always waking up in the daylights of Schaefer for 18 and a half years, this was the first time he woke up to luxury. With $7000 of drug money to spend, he didn't have to worry about Tyler paying for anything. When we lifted up in his bed, he squinted his eyes out at the balcony and beach area that was outside.
"aahooooo." Kayson yawned, waking up and wiggling his legs under the small sheet.
"Good morning, K nasty." Isaiah smiled as he gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You want breakfast?"
Kayson grinned and wiggled his arms and legs, allowing Isaiah to pick him up. He walked over to the large kitchen and made his bottle with room temperature bottled water he always kept inside of Kayson's diaper bag, placing it in a small pot of boiling water. While the bottle got ready, Isaiah heard a knock on his door.
"Hello?" Isaiah answered.
"Would you like some room service, sir?" The woman smiled.
Isaiah scrunched his eyebrows at her, giving her a weird look.
"Is that shit for free?" Isaiah scoffed. "Cause I know that shit at hotels cost a lot."
"It's already been paid for, remember?" The woman smiled again.
Tyler. Isaiah looked down, placing an evil grin on his face.
"Let me get an omelette, a lot of bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, and a whole bunch of orange juice!" Isaiah rambled on. "And some pancakes and waffles. All on one tray."
"Right away, sir." The lady nodded as she went back to the front of the hotel.
And after Isaiah finished feeding Kayson and changing his diaper, there was a knock on the door.
"The breakfast order?" A man said, standing at the door with a wheeling tray that had three rows.
"Uh..........yeah?" Isaiah asked.
The man grinned and wheeled the tray inside, placing the large tray that was inside of the room out in front of Isaiah's bed. There, they set up everything perfectly for him so that he could reach everything. The man smiled and finished his message of with saying "have a good day, sir." When he left, Isaiah's mouth dropped at the amount of food.
"Holy fucking shit..." Isaiah gasped.
And with that, Isaiah dug in.
He ate every last bit of breakfast that he ordered. He was so full that he had to lay in bed with Kayson for a while until he was able to move. When he was able to move around, he got dressed, and dressed Kayson in an outfit as well before heading out to shop in the beautiful Key West. When Isaiah headed down 25 minutes away to the beautiful outlet malls, he rode with Kayson in between his lap like he always did, leaving the carseat in the back like he always did.
But this time, a police could see Kayson inside of the car, so he flagged him down. When the police started to trail behind Isaiah, he looked up at his rear view mirror and scowled, pulling over to the side of the freeway. He waited while the officer stayed in his car for 3 minutes, then stepped up to his front window.
"Hi I'm officer Yero." The officer said as he glanced inside. "I flagged you down because you have a baby riding in your front seat."
"Yeah?" Isaiah laughed. "He's my son."
The officer gave Isaiah a weird look, then shook his head.
"You're not supposed to ride with your son in the front seat like this, sir. You didn't know that?" The officer laughed. "If you get into a car crash, he'll be the first to die in a head on collision since he's up in front of you."
Isaiah sighed, looking away.
"I'm sorry I'm.....I'm used to bein' able to do this in my neighborhood." Isaiah sighed. "My apologies."
"Well I'll just let you off with a warning." The officer said. "Do you have a license on you?"
Isaiah reached into his glove compartment and showed him his drivers license from when he earned it at the age of 17. The officer examined for a while, then handed it back to him.
"Alright, sir." The officer smiled. "You have a good day, now."
Isaiah waited until he pulled off, then groaned as he went into the back and placed Kayson into his carseat. Since Kayson never rode in it, he got a little uncomfortable when he seen that Isaiah was walking away from him.
"haablahblfah." Kayson mumbled as Isaiah began to walk away.
"I'm sorry lil man but you gotta ride in yo' carseat." Isaiah sighed. "We'll get right back to doin' the usual when we get back to Schaefer."
And that was it. Schaefer. If Isaiah was the one who created the world, the whole entire universe would be like Schaefer. Unfortunately, it wasn't. And that's what Isaiah needed to get used to. He couldn't do all of the normal shit that he would do like carry a gun, shoot someone in public, or ride with Kayson's head inches away from the airbag in areas where police cared. That's the only reason why Isaiah was as rowdy as he is, because the Schaefer police loved to see blacks kill off each other. And Isaiah getting used to a world outside of this was like a fish being taken out of the sea and getting used to a world in a fishbowl.
It wasn't much of a variety.
Meanwhile, the police brought in the 5 year old girl into police headquarters. When she sat down, the police placed out 6 pictures people in front of her. The one in the top middle, was a picture of Isaiah from when he was last arrested.
"Do any of these men look like the men who shot you that night?" The officer asked.
"Dey........dey had on masks..." The 5 year old mumbled.
Officer Sayers and Foster were growing frustrated. Just when they thought that they've ran out of leads, the girl placed her finger on Isaiah's picture.
"But he looks like da man da most." The girl said.
The police had a big break. The girl pointed out Isaiah as one of the people at the crime, but that wasn't the issue.
The issue was if her word would be good enough in court.