Chapter 14 #3
“You sound like a sad fucking song,” I chuckled, “because we both know you want that old thang back and so does she. Whenever you both stop being stubborn, beautiful things can happen, man. I’m here for it.”
“You sounding like a therapist or some shit. That’s my fucking que to leave. If you’re free tonight…” he yelled as he headed for his car. Instead of finishing his sentence, he placed an imaginary phone to his ear.
With a shake of my head, I waved him off and headed for the house. Once he was out of the driveway and burning rubber down the street, I turned around. Anger surged through me as I unlocked the door to Lyric’s new truck.
“Get out!” I yelled, gnawing on my bottom lip in frustration. “Get the fuck out, Lyric.”
“What is your problem?” She grimaced, climbing out of the backseat.
“You. You’re my fucking problem!” I admitted.
“How am I your problem, Keanu?”
“Because you want to keep secrets and shit, putting me in fucked-up situations! That was your brother, Lyric! Your fucking brother! He pulled up while my face was planted in your pussy. That shit could’ve went all wrong. Do you not understand how much of a dangerous game you’re playing? Hmmm?”
“Keanu, it’s not that serious.” She stood a few feet away from me, far too calm for my liking.
“It is that fucking serious, but you’re too fucking immature to figure it the fuck out. I’m not your secret to keep, Lyric. If that’s what the fuck I was on, then I’d go be somebody’s side nigga!”
“Why are you yelling? Calm down!” she fussed, pissing me off even more.
“Calm down,” I sniggered, “calm down. She told me to calm the fuck down.”
With my hand on my hip, I paced a small portion of the driveway, shaking my head and trying my hardest not to snap.
“Why am I yelling? Why am I yelling? Maybe because I just had a full conversation with my fucking nigga with his sister’s pussy on my breath!”
“Two more weeks, Keanu. That’s all I ask for.”
“Fuck that. Today! Today is the day.”
I dug into my pocket and retrieved my cell. After accessing my contacts, I typed in Luca’s name. He was the first one I’d start with and then add Laike to the call.
“Do not do that, Keanu,” Lyric warned.
“Or what? Or what, Lyric? If I do, what? What the fuck can happen besides them being in their feelings for a few days and then getting over it? Huh? And, who’s to say they will even be in their feelings?
Hmm. What you don’t understand is you’re not a kid anymore.
You’re a grown ass woman with a grown ass pussy that I love to suck and fuck and don’t give a damn what nobody thinks about it.
Open your fucking eyes and stop being so green!
You’re fucking this experience up for us both!
I can’t even be that nigga for you because you’d rather be a secret.
You know what, Lyric. Fuck this. Fuck this and to be quite frankly, fuck you. ”
“Keanu,” she softened, tears forming in her pretty eyes.
I couldn’t even look at her for long because I knew the words I’d say next would break both of our hearts, but they needed to be said. I was tired. Tired of hiding and tired of waiting. She deserved better than that and if I couldn’t give it to her then there was no need for me to be around.
“This ain’t going to work, Lyric. Me and you, that shit dead. When you grow the fuck up and are ready to step to a real nigga, you know my number. You can keep the truck and whatever the fuck else. I’m good on you, baby girl.”
I extended my arm to hand her the key fob, but she refused to accept it. Tears fell down her cheeks that she wiped over and over. With shaking hands, she unlocked her phone and began pressing buttons.
“Here,” I offered her the keys.
“I don’t want the fucking truck, Keanu. I can find my own way home. I’ll send back the eighteen thousand dollars you’ve given me so far for my business. Anything of mine that you find in your home, toss it. I don’t want that shit, either.”
I watched as Lyric made her way to the end of my driveway.
With her head hanging, she stood near the mailbox, leaning against it for support.
As I gazed from afar, I shoved my hands into my pockets, trying my hardest not to call out to her or run after her.
My right hand grazed the ring that was deep in my pocket.
It was the one I’d been working on the customization for since the week I’d been released from prison. It wasn’t until two days ago that I got the call that it was ready. It was perfect, too. I knew that Lyric would love it and that’s why I wanted to put it on her finger for Valentine’s Day.
But the thought of me not asking her family for her hand in marriage and her risking losing it because she had to take it off so often, being that her family was clueless, kept me from sliding it on her finger when she finally came downstairs after getting dressed.
For six minutes, I stood by my door waiting with Lyric. And every second of that six minutes, I wanted to stop her from leaving and usher her back into my home, but I couldn’t. If it meant more secrecy and more suppression, then I didn’t want it. I didn’t deserve that. Neither did she.