by J Peach
“Bitch, if you don’t shut the fuck up and take him to his gotdamn room, I’mma beat yo ass. Now take his ass in the fuckin’ room!”
My sister did as she was asked. She picked me up and carried me to my room. “Its gon’ be okay P, I’mma get you some help.”
That was the last thing I remember before everything went black around me.
“Parker?” Syn called, pulling me from my thoughts.
Blinking a few times, I looked back at her. “Hm?”
“You okay?” Her fingers rubbed along my cheek. “You don’t have to tell me about it.”
“My folks was fuck’d up. My pops tried to hit my momma with a bottle, but got me instead. The other scars I got the same way. When my pops got full, I was fair game. He had this long ass whip and he used to tag my ass with.” I could tell from the widening of her eyes that she didn’t expect that to be the cause of my marks. “It’s ain’t shit, tho’.”
“Damn, Parker, I’m sorry—”
I laughed at her. “Why the fuck you apologizing? You ain’t do it.”
“I know, but still. I hope your momma sent his ass to jail for that,” she fussed, looking pissed off.
Again I laughed. “N’all, she didn’t. Shid, she was just as bad as him. My momma told the laws she sent me to the store and some niggas jumped my ass. She told them that they busted my shit with a bottle and took whatever I had got from the store,” I told her with a shrug.
Syn sat up then, her eyes wide with shock. “Are you serious? You told them the truth, right?”
My hand ran over my face before I stared back at her. “N’all, I didn’t. Shid, it ain’t like they would’ve believed me. My folks was well off, both hard working people. You know, put on a good face and a damn good act. My mom’s was a nurse at the hospital and my pops was a cop. Both well respected, but they were fuck’d up in the head,” I shrugged at her. “So who would’ve believed me?”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that. This is why I can’t wait to finish school and start my career. To help kids that don’t think people will believe them—” She started to rant.
“N’all, baby girl. We ain’t even about to do this tonight, take yo ass to bed. I think the dick got you feeling emotional as hell. You straight?” I asked her. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. That shit had me feeling uncomfortable as hell.
Her eyes rolled into her head. “Don’t be a dick. I’m just saying. I mean, I understand how you felt at that time. You know?”
My head shook. “N’all, I don’t. What’s your story? I know niggas ain’t got you this fuck’d up. What’s yo deal, Syn? Did yo people fuck Angel up so bad she had to look outside for love only to get fuck’d up by every nigga you came in contact with? What got you so fuck’d up?” I asked her.
Her eyes squinted in confusion before a glare covered her face. “Fuck you, Parker.” She suddenly hit me in the chest and got off of me, turning in the opposite direction.
“Damn, what the fuck I say that pissed you off?” I ain’t never known her to be sensitive, she didn’t say anything to me. Instead, she grabbed a long pillow and put it between her naked thighs, hugging it. “Syn—”
“You ain’t say shit wrong, I’m just sleepy. I got to get up in a few hours and make my way back home, so I’m going to sleep.”
“I’ight, man.” I didn’t know what the fuck I said, but I wasn’t gon’ press her to find out either. My arms went to her and I pulled her body into mine.
“Gone now, Parker. I’m tired,” She shrugged her shoulders and pushed at my arms.
“Yo, you better kill that attitude and take yo black ass the fuck to sleep.” I laughed as her elbow hit my stomach. “Goodnight, Syn.”
“Fuck you.” She tried pulling away, but I wasn’t letting her mean ass go. Finally realizing that I wasn’t, she let out a sigh and got comfortable in my arms. Then slowly, she fell asleep.
Chapter 23
Parker
I figured Syn was still pissed about what I’d said to her before she went to bed the night before. I was just fuckin’ with her, but she took that shit to heart. That mothafucka wasn’t talking to me, besides to tell me breakfast was done and to give me the address to her crib back in Gary. After she locked her apartment up, she hopped in my car and pulled off, leaving my ass in the parking lot. Shid, I still didn’t know what the fuck I said that pissed her off.
It took us two hours to get back to her neck of the woods. The GPS routed me to her crib. As I pulled into the complex, I noticed it wasn’t as nice as the place she had out in Indianapolis. I parked on the side of her car, grabbed my duffle bag with my clothes and then got out of the truck. She wasn’t in the car. I went to her door and knocked hard.
She opened the door and walked back into the living room.
“Syn, for real, man, you need to kill that attitude. If you ain’t gon’ tell me what’s up, lose that bitch. Because I ain’t gon’ kiss yo ass to figure the shit out and I’m damn show not gon’ beg yo ass to tell me. So either say what the fuck it is or leave it alone.” I took off my hat and sat it on the living room table while I sat down on the couch. Syn didn’t say anything, she just stood there looking at me.
Her head tilted to the side before her eyes rolled. “I guess I just have to get used to your straight forwardness. Some of the shit you say is crazy and I don’t deal with niggas like that, period. I was quiet so I wouldn’t tell yo ass to get the fuck out. And seeing as I was driving your car and mine was back here, I kept my mouth shut.” She shrugged. “But now that I’m home where my car is, you can really get the fuck up outda here with yo disrespectful ass. I’m not fuck’d up, far from that,” she snapped at me.
“Shut the fuck up. Did that make you feel better now that you got that off yo chest?” I asked her.
Syn’s eyes squinted as she glared at me.
Licking my lips, I smiled at her. “You know you sexy as fuck when you’re snapping.” My dick twitched. I grabbed it and gave it a slight squeeze. Her eyes followed my hand and she bit into her bottom lip. Looking away from me, her head shook. “I’m serious as fuck. What time you gotda be at school?”
She let out a laugh. “You’re an ass.” Shaking her head, she came and sat next to me. “I don’t have to be at school for another two hours.” She turned to face me. “Let me ask you this, why did you tell me the truth about what happened to you?” My brows rose at her question. She burst out laughing. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
I could straight up say her question had me tongue tied. “Real shit, I’m trying to figure out your question. I mean, shid, would you rather I lied about it? I don’t know what the fuck you want me to say. Why I told you the truth?” I laughed at her. “Because you asked me what happened. Syn, I ain’t got shit to hide or lie about. I’m a grown ass man and I don’t like to play games, so I’m straight up about everything. Shorty, I’m an open book.” A thoughtful look covered her face and I mentally cussed. I didn’t like that look at all. “What’s up, shorty? What you thinking?” I asked, shaking my head.
“So anything I ask, you’re going to be straight up with me?” She asked. I nodded. “Are you married?”
My brows furrowed and I laughed. “Last I check, I wasn’t. Unless you ‘bout to ask me to marry you.” When she didn’t say anything, my head tilted. “You not about to ask me to marry you or no shit like that?”
“Hell no! Man, shut yo stupid ass up. I’m trying to be serious, Parker.” She laughed. “So, no wife. You have any kids?”
“N’all, I ain’t got no shorties running around nowhere. So you ain’t gotda worry about no baby momma drama,” I told her as I reached in my pocket and pulled out a square. Putting it between my lips, I tossed the pack on the table and then lit the cigarette.
“Parker, I like you, I really do. But I’m having a hard time understanding why you want to do anything for me. You barely know me. Other than sex, you don’t know nothing about me—”
“Come on, baby gir
l, kill that bullshit. I know yo name Angel, you go to IUN for criminal justice and you wanna help kids anyway you can. I know you’re self-sufficient, you like to work for what you want. I like and respect that. I know you got trust issues and looking for everything I say to be a lie, but as I told you, I don’t have time for that lying shit. I’m grown and don’t like games. Shid, I’ll be straight with you regardless of how it may make you feel. That’s how I want you to be with me. So all that I don’t know you shit, kill it. I listen.” I grabbed the ashtray from the table and dumped the ashes from the square into it.
“I hear you. Okay, let me see your phone,” she held out her hand.
“Damn, what that nigga do to you? Yo ass dead asking for my phone,” I started laughing.
Is this mothafucka about to inspect my shit?
“Last dude I decided to give a chance to, come to find out after months of us together, he was married with kids. So yeah, I don’t trust men. You were right, every nigga I’ve dated was a liar and they always wanted something in the end.” Her eyes left mine and went to her now joined hands.
“I ain’t them, what the fuck I gotda lie to you for? You can’t whoop my ass, so I ain’t scared of you. I don’t have shit to hide, Syn.” I reached in my pocket, grabbed my phones, and tossed both of them to her. “The password is ten, eighty-eight on both of them.”
“You really gon’ let me check yo phones?” The shocked look on her face let me know she wasn’t expecting me to give them to her.
“Like I said, I ain’t got shit to hide. I want you to trust me.”
“Why tho’? I don’t get it, Parker. Do you trust me?” She questioned.
I didn’t have to think about that answer. “Yeah, I trust you.”
“Why?” She asked.
I thought back on when I killed Riel. “Because I’m still here. That day you came and chilled with me, I had done some reckless shit with popping ol’ boy. You freaked for a minute, but you got yoself together and continued to fuck with me like it hadn’t happened. And seeing as I’m sitting here with you, yo ass ain’t call the laws on me,” I told her. “You sat outside the diner and kicked it with me, then spent the night with me. So yeah, I trust you until you give me a reason not to.” I had been on some dumb shit and wasn’t thinking. I’m glad Syn’s ass was the cool chick she was and didn’t run to the police with the shit she’d seen.
“You’re not the first hood I’ve dealt with. I must admit, tho, you seem colder. You were remorseless and didn’t hesitate to kill him. That scared me. There wasn’t even a sign that you were about to do that. So yeah, I freaked because you’re crazy.” Her eyes stared into mine, she seemed to be waiting on a certain reaction.
I shrugged. “Why would I feel anything for that mothafucka? I can deal with a lot of shit except for thieves and liars. It’s no loyalty in that. And all it takes is one time for a nigga to lie or steal from me. I don’t do second chances.” I couldn’t stand a liar or a thief. They couldn’t be trusted, so it was best I got rid of them before they somehow became a problem.
“I don’t give second chances either. You fuck up, that’s it. There’s no coming back.” Her eyes rolled into her head as I smiled. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m being serious, Parker, you fuck me over once and that’s it.” She handed me back my phones. “I’m trusting you.”
“Why?” I asked her. It didn’t seem like she was going to be too trusting.
“I don’t know, I guess you just seem honest. It’s different.” She shrugged. “But if I find out you’re lying, I will fuck you up something terrible. And not just me, my bitches will fuck yo ass up with me. We do that jumping shit!” She threatened playfully.
“Oh, I believe y’all crazy mothafuckas do. After shorty shot at my ass, I wouldn’t put shit past you fuckas. Real shit,” I told her truthfully.
Truth be told, wasn’t shit sexier to me than a female who could hold her own. And Syn had a group of those crazy, sexy mothafuckas. “But I’ll beat the fuck outda all you mothafuckas.” Grabbing her arms, I pulled her into my lap.
“Parker, you ain’t crazy. Yo ass saw how we roll and you don’t want them problems. So don’t fuck me over,” she warned me once again.
I had been feeling her for a minute and now that she was giving me the chance, I wasn’t gon’ fuck that up. “I got you. Syn, this other shit you do, baby girl, you gotda dead that. Dancing at the club, I can deal with, but fuckin’ niggas ain’t gon’ fly with me. Hustle and all, dead that shit. That Leon nigga, kill it, delete that mothafucka. Ol’ boy that sit at them houses, dead. Do that and whatever you want or need, I got you. School, you ain’t gotda worry about that—”
“Parker, I don’t want your money. So stop offering it, but you can let me keep your car…” She trailed off, biting into the bottom of her lip through a smile.
“Yo ass ain’t having my car, but you can whip it until I take it back home. Syn, you ain’t gotda want my money, but I got you.” I leaned her back on the couch and licked my lips.
“No, Parker, get up. We can’t do this now. Stop!” She let out a laugh and pushed my head back as I bit her tittie.
“Why the fuck not? You feel that?” I pressed more into her. I didn’t care, I was about to try and bury myself deep in her guts. I was horny as fuck.
Her tongued flicked over my lip. “Mhm.”
My lips pressed into hers as I brought her legs up to my waist. “You gon’ take care of that for me?” One of my hands slid between our bodies, slipping in the front of her shorts.
She grabbed my wrist, stopping my movement. “Parker,” she whined. “I have to leave and go to school in about an hour.”
“All I need is fifteen minutes—”
She burst out laughing. “Fifteen minutes my ass. We can’t. And I can’t miss school. I promise to make it up to you later on.” Her arms wrapped around my neck, she locked her ankles together and kissed me again.
“Hell n’all. Yo ass gon’ start some shit then don’t wanna finish it. I ain’t ‘bout walk around here with a stiff dick. You on some bullshit.” I unwrapped her from me and stood up. “Damn, Syn, this shit hurt.”
“I’ll get you some ice.”
“Fuck you, man, real shit. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be done,” I bargained. I knew I wasn’t gon’ nut in ten minutes, shid, maybe in thirty or forty. I looked down at my dick.
“We both know you not gon’ cum in that short amount of time.” She stood up and stretched. “I’m hungry as hell.” She rubbed her stomach. “I’m about to make me something to eat before I leave. You want something?” She asked, walking into the kitchen.
Syn had never turned me down when I came at her. Even when she would say no at first, I could always get her to give me some anyways back at the club. I wasn’t used to this shit at all. “N’all, I’m good. What time you get out of school?”
“Twelve. Once I get out I have to go to work and I don’t get off until five,” she said from the kitchen. Her head soon peeked into the living room. “I feel bad, I’m leaving you here by yourself, tho.”
I leaned back on the couch and turned on the TV. “It’s cool, go make yo money. Shid, I’ll probably just get up with Blaze and King. See what they on.”
“Nuh uh, Parker, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” She shook her head.
“Why not.”
“Because King’s a hoe—”
I started laughing at her. I knew how King’s ass got down. That nigga kept a different bitch on his arm. Shid, I didn’t see how his ass did it, that was just too much female drama for me. “Man, what that nigga is or do, that’s his business. It don’t got shit to do with me and I know damn well yo black ass ain’t trying to call me no fuckin’ hoe. Are you?” My head tilted and I licked my lips.
“King surrounds himself with hoes. That’s all I’m saying.” Her eyes rolled and she walked back into the kitchen.
Crazy ass black trick.
I stood up about to follow behind Syn to check her ass,
but I stopped once I saw her phone ringing. Leon’s name flashed on the screen. I looked at it and then to the kitchen. That mothafucka was gon’ be a problem.
I grabbed her phone and answered it. “Yo? What’s up?”
“Where Angel at?” I could tell from his tone of voice he was pissed.
“Fuck all that right now. My nigga, I’mma need you to lose this number, yah hear me. Baby girl off the market, taken. So that whole fuckin’ thing y’all had, that shit dead, yo. So that bullshit you callin’ her on, it’s over. Yah hear me?” I told him calmly.
“Nigga, fuck you. Ain’t shit dead—”
“Yo, shut the fuck up. Nigga, lower that base in yo mothafuckin’ voice. I ain’t on no rowdy shit right now. My nigga, I’m just telling you how it is and if you think shit gon’ fly any other way…” I let out a laugh. “Try me if you want,” I warned him. He would be a dumb mothafucka if he tried it. I set the phone on the table. “Yo, Syn, didn’t I tell you to dead that shit with that whiny ass Leon nigga?” I yelled out to her.
“Huh?” She sounded confused as she peeked into the living room with a sandwich in her hands.
“Don’t huh me, didn’t I tell you to end that shit with that whiny mothafucka?” I repeated.
“Parker, what are you talking about? I don’t talk to Leon no more. I ended it with him a week ago. So what the hell are you talking about?”
That was news to me. I didn’t know she ended that shit with that nigga. So why the fuck is he calling her now? I kept my question to myself. I nodded to the table where the phone sat. “His whiny ass on the phone.” Picking it up, I held it out to her. “You wanna talk to him?”
Her eyes rolled before she looked at the screen. “I don’t know why he’s calling me,” she said with an attitude, taking the phone from me. “What do you want?” She asked him. “Oh, I was very serious about being done. Because I am. I don’t give a fuck, Leon,” she snapped at him.
“Yo ass sexy as fuck mad.” I slapped her on the ass hard.
“That hurt, stop.” She turned around and hit me before returning to her call. “Yeah, we’re together.”
