Finding Yourself

IX

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Keeylah Mason.

I sighed and didnt feel like being bothered with music anymore. It was 7pm and a sunday night. I was bored and dint feel like talking to anyone. I flopped onto my bed and played with my sweatpants. My phone binged, indicating I had a imessage. I clicked on it, and saw Dez just texted me.

Bestfranddd: Manee... f**k Seiko. I need some new meat. club tonight? 7:35pm.

Dez has been really... thotish these few days. Like all she cares is boys, s*x and money. This wasnt my best friend. She was getting corrupted and It was getting worse and worse.

._QueenKey: 1st off, we aint even old enuff... and wht you mean by "f**k seiko" ??? 7:36pm

Bestfrandddd: He dont wanna phuck more the once. I wanna take s**t slow and mane.. All I want is d**k tbh. 7:38pm

._QueenKey: Thats being a thot, bruh. Why dont you want to have a realationship with him? Seiko is nice asf. 7:40pm

Bestfranddd: Dont call me thot, keeylah. 7:41pm

._QueenKey: i wouldnt have to call you one if you didnt act like one! like damn.... 7:43pm.

Bestfranddd: f**k you then. das why Carter only dating you for that ass. yo. 7:44pm.

._QueenKey: f**k you. Lose my number, my address and just... i hate you. We aint cool no more. Dont call me on that bullshit. 7:45pm.

I went ahead and deleted her number and our text message. That escaleted pretty quickly, But Lemme keep it G. It took me 4 yeras to realize it but my "best friend" was a natural thot. The signs were all around me, but I was too clueless to notice it. Oh well. Bitches come and go.

There was a little knock on my door, and lemme be honest, I didnt want to talk to anybody.

I yelled. "What!"

The door slowly opened and Keeis came in with his thumb in his mouth, pouting. I instantly regretted yelling because Keeis is such a shy baby. He doesnt talk like most babies and is scared easily.

I sighed and put my arms out, motioning him to come. "C'mere baby. I sowwie."

When he approached me, He put his arms out in grabby hands and I willingly picked him up and sat him on my thigh.

I pinched his cheeks. "You miss daddy?"

I hated Chuckee with a passion, but the only reason why I felt good in any form or way was because of Keeis. He was too young to understand what a b***h nigga his daddy was.

"A wittle bit, but mommy told me dat he will be back in a wittle while." Keeis said softly. I smiled. Keeis was the sweetest little boy and the only good thing that came out of my mom and Chuckee's "fling."

I suddenly scowled at the thought of my mom and Chuckee getting back together. My mind was boggled as hell because for the past 5 years, Chuckee has put my mother through hell and That thought of them coming together annoyed me because when my mom said she was over my dad. I thought she really meant it.

Keeis yawned and decided to lie down on my chest, curled up, and sucking his thumb. I let him and also let the sweet sounds of J.Cole play into the air. I laid down with Keeis on my chest and we both drifted into a slumber.

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Carter Thompson.

I tried calling Keeylah again for the hundreth time and she wasnt picking up. I sighed in frustation and threw my phone on the bed. I was in my room, bored as hell and only my girlfriend's bubbly personailtly could be a remedy.

I got up from my desk and decided to head over to my closet and go to Keeylah's place. I needed to see my girl and it hadnt even been 24 hours yet. I had a possessive gene in my body from my dads side and Once something was mine. It WAS Mine. I put on my joggers and a wifebeater on. I sat down on my bed and slid my concords on. I picked my hair and sprayed light cologne on. I left my room and headed down the stairs.

I saw my mom and dad in the living room. I wasnt looking forward to my parents being on some bullshit bout my grades or some s**t. I grabbed my hoodie from the closet and ignored them.

My mom cleared her chest. I froze, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and turned around.

"Where are you going. Carter?" My mom''s soft voice chirped. My heart broke a little at that. I hated doing this to my parents but My dad made that mistake long ago and I refuse to overlook that.

"To my girlfriend's house." I curtly replied.

My dad raised his eyebrow. "Are you sure she's ya girl? She could be just some groupie that-"

I interrupted him. "No. She's my girlfriend. Im sure of that." I glared at him.

My mom's words interrupted our stareoff. "Hunny, its too late. It's almost 10pm. You will see her tomorrow."

"Her name is Keeylah." I ignored her sentence.

"Thats such a hood name..." I heard my dad mumble.

"Dad... dont start." I glared at him and narrowed my eyes. Here my white father goes again. He wants me to date a white girl and someone of importance. Well too motherfucking bad.

"Im just saying Carter-"

"Im going to bed. night." I went to my room and slammed my door.

I took my hoodie and my shirt off. I was pissed because I couldnt believe my father would even say some s**t like that. That just blew my whole night, I dont wanna go to Keeylah's place all pissed and s**t because I have a temper and I might say some s**t that will get me in the dog house.

I changed into other sweats and slid into bed. My anger slowly turned into slumber.

As I fell into a deep sleep, images of naked Keeylah came into my head. I groaned because I hadnt had some in a few weeks and I definetly wanted to tear Keeylah's ass up. I hope that s**t will be hella soon.

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