Chapter 17
man was insecure. He was no longer home to fuck me. Then Soya was a worldly girl. She’d fucked with some hustlers who had names in the city. The only reason that she was even working was because she’d left an abusive relationship, and vowed to never
financially depend on a man again. She would often joke about going through withdrawals when she’d get tired of that gig at Jack in the Box, but she swore that she’d flip burgers any day, before she’d let another man think that he owned her.
Besides, she was the assistant manager and made pretty decent money.
While living with me, she was able to save and still buy herself some of the things that her man used to provide.
In a nutshell, Too Low knew that my attractive cousin, who knew niggas with money, was living with me.
He must’ve feared that I’d inadvertently be around those get-money niggas.
Or even worse. He thought that Soya would try to hook me up.
So, he was always on my ass about the simplest things, turning nothing into something.
For a while now, I had been brushing this off, but it was beginning to get on my nerves.
Especially when he came at me like he had a legitimate reason for concern.
And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the nigga was perfectly okay with me completely pausing my life, until he was eligible for parole. Like I was in fucking prison too.
Too Low would act like he didn’t want me to laugh too hard, if he wasn’t around.
He’d scrutinize who I’d hang around. He always wanted to argue, if I wasn’t in the house whenever he’d call, and that was becoming problematic.
Because it was one thing for him to be concerned about other men.
However, not wanting me to have any fulfillment without him was just flat out selfish.
“Babi! You don’t hear me talking to you?” Too Low spat, breaking into my thoughts.
“Yeah, I hear you.” “You sure?”