Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Surah
With only two hours of sleep I still got my ass up this morning and went on my normal errands.
I didn’t have much work to do and I was grateful that everything I needed to do could be done outside of the city.
That meant I could stay in the vicinity of the house and not go too far out.
It’s crazy how I went from partying on the weekends and any chance I got to working and laying up most of the time.
Mari said it was because I was getting good dick.
I couldn’t argue with that because it was magnificent.
It wasn’t only that though. With him it was everything that I couldn’t put into words.
That nigga was literally my best friend and my man in one.
“Your name is Surah, right?” a voice on the side of me asked.
When I looked up from my phone I was staring into the face of a bumpy face bitch that I didn’t know from a can of paint.
“Who's asking?”
“You ain’t gotta act tough. We both know yeen like that.” She smirked.
It didn’t take long before I was standing on my feet and smashing this bitch in her face with the fan that I was supposed to have my hand in front of drying my manicure.
“Now do you wanna try that again before I swing this motherfucker again and take one of your eyes out?” I was calm as fuck because I had no reason to be out of my body.
Yeah, I had been around Namari too much because the gasps and ohhs in the background didn’t faze me.
“Requ is my baby daddy. I’m here to tell you to stay away from him beca—”
“Wait. You just brought your dingy ass in here to tell me something about a nigga who I don’t even have the time of day for? You’re nuts and you just got your face fucked up over that bunk ass nigga?” I laughed.
She went to scurry out, but I stopped her.
“Do me a favor and let that scary ass nigga know that my man is coming to see him too.” I did the same hand thing that he did to me in the mall to her, before putting my hand back on the table for Fan to finish. Yeah, Fan was my normal nail lady and shorty did her shit every time.
By the time I finished my pampering, Namari was calling me.
“I came home and yo’ ass wasn’t here. I gotta go back out in a few hours to take care of some shit.”
“I’m on my way. She just finished my feet.” I got into the car and closed the door behind me.
“Did she get that upper lip too?” he asked with his wanna be funny ass.
“Nah, but I’m sure you’ll do it for me when I get home right? Plus you’re just mad my shit is thicker than yours,” I joked.
“And you’re damn right. They say that shit grows from eating pussy. I know that’s a damn lie because all I do is slurp on yo’ shit.” This man was so freaking nasty, but I was used to it by now. Hell, most of the time I partook in it with him.
“It’s booty, baby. You gotta eat the groceries.”
“Get the fuck outta here with your freak ass.” He was cracking up laughing.
“I’m just saying. You can definitely google it.
One of those doctors said it.” I couldn’t keep a straight face because I was also laughing at the bullshit I was spewing.
“I ain’t never had my ass ate, but if you wanna try I’ll let you.
” At this point I was in stitches and I just knew he was frowned up.
“Clown ass. Hurry up I brought yo’ ghetto mix through too.” Now here he was being thoughtful with his rude ass.
“Good, because I got some shit to tell you bestie.” I loved to call him bestie even though he hated that shit with a passion.
“Like what?”
“I’m like five minutes from the house. Can you meet me outside? I got a few groceries.”
“Why? It isn’t like you’re going to cook anything you buy.”
“You’re right I’m not. Ommy is cooking tonight.” I called myself smart by buying what I wanted to eat for her to cook.
He talked to me until I reached the house and even had the gate open for me to pull right in. Namari was definitely sweet when he wanted to be, but when he didn’t want to be he wasn’t. Just like I thought he would, he met me at the circle and grabbed all the bags to take them.
“What did you have to tell me?” He sat all of the bags on the counter and peered at me.
“I was in the nail salon earlier and Requ’s baby mother ran up on me. She told me to leave her man alone.”
“And what did you do?” Now this was the trick question, because if I told him I fought anybody and they hit me he’d be pissed because he still thought I should’ve been laid up somewhere healing.
If I was healed enough to take dick then I was healed enough to defend myself.
His overprotective ass didn’t see it that way and that’s why he asked me to stay out of the city unless it was business related until all of this was over. “Surah.”
“She approached me disrespectful as fuck and I was sitting in a chair. So, to create some space I cracked her upside her fucking head with the little metal nail drying fan.”
I expected him to give me shit, but shockingly he started laughing then his face grew serious. “Look Ion need you out here fighting, but I understand defending yourself. I hope you told that bitch I’d be to see that nigga too.”
“And did.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. See, his childishness matched mine. His weird, matched mine. Shit, his everything matched mine effortlessly.
I had a nightmare last night. The type of night terror that kept me up for the rest of the night staring at the side of the wall while I lay snuggled in his arms. I didn’t want to wake Mari, because what was the sense of me waking him up and us both staring at the wall?
There was none, so I toughed it out and tried not to move so much so he didn’t realize I was awake.
He needed his sleep, shit that was the least I could do for him since he had damn near dedicated his work to finding who shot me and killing them.
Of course he didn’t say any of that directly to me, but I wasn’t like the females who sat pretty and acted oblivious to who they laid next to every night.
He didn’t have to tell me who he was because this wasn’t my first rodeo.
Before Namari there was Pharaoh. They were two totally different men, but they chose the same lives for different reasons.
I was fifteen when I fell headfirst in love with a nigga who didn’t have the ability to love anything but the streets.
Shit, I wanted him to love me like he loved those streets, but he didn’t have that capacity.
Pharaoh wanted to be number one and hood rich, a dream that he refused to slow down on attaining.
I got pregnant by him at sixteen and he begged me to keep it.
For a split moment I wanted to because I was convinced that the baby would keep him.
I thought that baby would make him love me almost as much as he loved those fucking streets.
To make a long story short I made the hardest decision I’ve ever made.
I aborted his child and went about my life.
It was nothing against him, but everything about the longing I had to be a fixture in his life.
I was too young for that shit and had a lot more life to live before I found myself lost in love with a drug dealer.
Especially not one that I had to sneak into the bathroom window of my mama’s two-bedroom apartment.
None of what I went through stopped me from loving hood niggas, shit it made me love them even more, because they were the most driven beings to be created.
A hood nigga would make a way when their wasn’t one.
My favorite thing about them was their ability to be emotionally unavailable but sell a dream like a used car salesman.
That shit right there was top fucking tier to a girl like me who was also emotionally unavailable as well.
While their unavailability came from the need to survive mine came from the fact that my father didn’t think enough of me to stick around.
Pharoah and I never talked after I did that.
I didn’t expect us to though. Though that was a lifetime ago I still thought about it.
None of that matters now though, because Pharaoh was killed about a year ago right after he attained all that he had worked his life away for and I lately found myself in a different space.
I was wide freaking open and emotionally available for Namari Payne’s hood ass.
The difference was that Namari didn’t belong to the streets.
He belonged to himself and had the emotional ability to think and feel outside of them.
Though he seemed emotionally unavailable at first, I quickly learned that wasn’t the case.
It just took a special person to open him up, just like it did the same for me.
“Earth to Surah. You good over there?” Ommy’s voice broke my thoughts.
I looked up from my phone and my eyes landed directly on my cousin. Concern was etched all over her face.
“Are you good?” she asked a few seconds later.
“Yeah. Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts. You sure you don’t want me to help your big ass cut up the veggies?
” Tonight we were having dinner like we used to before she got with North and I got with Namari.
It’s crazy that everything changed so much when we both found ourselves in relationships.
The only person missing was Luna. She was still out of town dealing with whatever was going on with her family.
“First of all I’m not that big. Actually I’m carrying small,” Ommy tried to defend.
“And who told you that lie?” I smirked “Hopefully not the man you’re fucking and sucking every night because he’s biased.”
“And how do you figure that?”
“Umm hello. I literally just said it. Sucking and fu…” My sentence trailed off the moment I laid eyes on Niema walking in the room.
“Hey Surah. Ommy, North said answer your freaking phone. I’m not gonna say the word he said.”