Chapter Five-Buddha #5
“Nigga, how about if you were more responsible, I wouldn’t be doing this shit.
Have you ever thought about that? I've been telling your ass you need to stop all this drug shit. You're gonna fuck around and OD one day. Ciara will come home one day, see you sprawled out right on this very ground, and leave your ass to die,” I warned my brother as I always did. Snow and Ciara’s relationship was complicated, toxic, and very fucking messy.
Their wedding was only attended by me, and that’s because I acted as a witness.
My mother and father tolerated this nonsense of a marriage because they knew they had no choice.
Snow was their son, regardless of his fucked up taste in females, and they loved him.
“Every time I try to kick this habit, Ciara pulls me back in. I swear I’m gonna divorce her one day soon, just watch,” He looked over at me, as he reached for my upper arm and squeezed it hard as hell.
“Get the fuck off me, Snow,” I fussed, shrugging out of his grip. He started chuckling as he closed his eyes again. “Did you do what we spoke about?” I lowered my voice as I got to the real reason why I came here. I looked around just to be sure Ciara wasn’t somewhere eavesdropping.
“What’s that?” Snow’s voice was low and barely audible. It sounded as if he was about to go to sleep.
“Aye, wake your goofy ass up!” I shouted, shaking him until he opened his eyes.
“Man, what the fuck? What do you want from me, Buddha?” He turned to me with an annoyed face.
“Nigga, I want to hear you say, you did what the fuck I told you,” I leaned in closer, angry lines creased my forehead.
“I mean I tried, she said she’s keeping it,” Snow shrugged his shoulders as if what he said was good enough.
“Na, nigga you gotta talk some sense into her. If daddy finds this shit out, it’s about to be a blood bath.
Not to mention her father will shit a brick, talk to her again, and explain why she needs to get rid of it,” I pointed in his chest. I hated that I had to get into the middle of this shit. My brother kept doing stupid shit.
“What the fuck you want me to do, Buddha? She said she’s in love with me. Maybe her keeping it won’t be so bad,” he shrugged it off. I covered my face with the palms of my hands.
“Maybe who keeping what won’t be so bad?
” The sound of Ciara had me cursing in my head.
I slowly turned to where she was standing.
With her arms folded under her breasts, Ciara stood at the entrance of the living room.
I made a face at what she was wearing. She wore a black lace bra and black shorts that could easily pass for panties.
“None of your fucking business,” I told her, turning back to my brother.
I immediately got to my feet because Ciara couldn’t know what I was talking to my brother about.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t be late nigga, remember you’re my best man,” I reminded my brother as I dapped him up before I got ready to leave.
“I take my duties as best man very seriously. I’ll be there before you even get there,” Snow cheesed at me before he settled back on the sofa, closing his eyes.
I shook my head, wishing my brother would get it together and kick his drug habit one day.
Making my way to the front door, I heard Ciara’s footsteps walking closely behind me.
“What were you two talking about, Phillipe?” Just hearing her voice irritated the fuck outta me. I ignored her question as I continued on my way. “Is that nigga cheating on me?” Ciara’s question made me pause, and I turned to her.
“What makes you think if he was cheating on you, I’d tell your dumb, coked-out ass anything? And don’t you think before you come downstairs, you should put some fucking clothes on?” I pointed at her attire, uninterested.
“Why do you care what I’m wearing? Unless you like what you see,” she smiled at me, and I remained unfazed.
“Ciara, my dick wouldn’t get hard for you if you dropped to your knees right at this moment and started sucking my dick,” she always made these slick comments whenever nobody was around, hoping one day I’d take the bait.
“Fuck you, Phillipe,” she said, angry that once again her slick advances didn’t work.
Smiling in her face because I was loving this, I bent to get closer. “You wish I’d bury this big mothafucka inside of your guts,” I purposely reached down and adjusted my dick in my pants before I turned to be on my way.
“Yeah, hurry up and get the fuck out of my house. I know one thing, Snow better not be cheating on me, or there will be hell to pay.”
I flipped her my middle finger as I walked out the front door.
Once I sat in my ride, I had to force myself to stop thinking about Snow and the shit storm he was slowly creating.
An interesting thought popped into my head as I started my car and made my way home.
I took my phone, and after searching like I was some sort of detective, I found exactly who I was looking for.
I shook my head as I dialed the number. People made it way too easy to gain complete access to them online and on social media.
“Hello?” the female answered on the other end, in a tone that said she was wondering what strange number was calling.
“Is this Mia?” I asked, pulling up to my house, I switched off my engine.
“Yes, who is this?” She asked, sounding very confused. I smiled before I began talking.