Page 17 of Repo'd His Heart
I hated to fuckin’ shop and I hated being in the mall. I always order my shit offline, groceries, clothes, shoes, if you had to get itfrom a store I wasn’t going. Ion know if it was my time in jail or what, but crowded places made me uncomfortable. I never felt like I could fully watch my surroundings. I felt out in the open and vulnerable and I hated that shit. I was always on high alert. Coming to Beaucity Mall wasn’t in my plans for the day but I had a few things to take care of, the called for me to get out of my comfort zone. For one Chunk kept going on and on about these light up princess shoes she saw on tv that she wanted. Solana claimed she would eventually get them for her. I didn’t like the uncertainty in her voice, so I took it upon myself to go get Chunk the shoes she wanted. Solana was probably gonna cuss me out like she did whenever I bought Chunk something extra, but she’d be alright. I also had to take back a pair of pants I ordered that didn’t fit me the way I wanted. The bitch ass store claimed they only did in person refunds which was some bullshit. I already got Chunk’s shoes, and I’d just exchanged my jeans for bigger ones.
I pulled my phone from my pocket when I heard it ringing. I debating on answer the shit when I saw the namePopsrolling across the screen. I fucked with my dad more than Lo did, but I kept the nigga at arm’s length. The nigga did too much at times. He stayed with his handout once he saw how successful Lo and I became. I broke my dad off from time to time, I didn’t mind that. At the same time, the nigga was absent for a big part of our childhood. He wanted to chase pussy instead of helping raise us. Dealing with my mama’s negativity I got how it was easier being gone than at home. My thing was he could have stopped fucking with our mama and still been a dad to us. He couldn’t expect to be treated like a dad who’s been there. For whatever reason he didn’t want to understand that. Whenever I told his grown ass no, he’d cop an attitude like a little bitch. He’d have hella little slick shit to say like I gave a flying fuck. My dad loved tryna pit Marlo and me against our younger siblings. The shit ain’t even make sense because our siblings were all still kids. What the fuckour grown asses look like beefing with a fourteen, ten, and eight year olds. I cussed that nigga out every time he tried that shit with me. I fucked with all my siblings. Lo did too, we wanted to make sure our brothers Hakeem, who was fourteen, and Hiro, who was eight, stayed out of the street life. Hakeem stayed at our shop during the summer trying to learn what he could from Lo and me. Our daddy ain’t like that shit, he was jealous cause he’d been trying to come work for us for years, but Lo wasn’t having it. He didn’t fuck with our dad, and I don’t think it was just cause he left us when we were younger. Nah, our dad was shady nigga who was always in some shit. He was the get rich scheming kind of nigga.
“What up?” I spoke into the phone after answering it on the last ring.
“Damn, son I thought you wasn’t finna answer.” My dad’s gruff voice bellowed through the speaker.
“Nah, man. What’s up you good?” I wanted him to get straight to the point. There was no need to beat around the bush cause I know he wanted something.
“Yeah, I’m good son. Just left from dropping Shakarii off at cheerleading practice." He spoke about my ten year old sister. That was my baby and I spoiled the fuck out of her like I did my nieces.
“Oh, yeah? When her next game? She was supposed to call and tell me so we can make it to see her cheer.”
“Next week, I think. I’m let you know tonight when I pick her back up. Lo coming too?”
I kissed my teeth annoyed with him asking that dumb ass question. “Lo always come to all of their stuff.” Lo didn’t fuck with our dad. He loved our siblings the same way he loved me.
“Aye don’t shoot me. I’m just asking. You know that nigga funny acting,” My dad bitterly said.
“Nah, he just don’t be on your bullshit,” I defended Lo, my dad knew better than to say anything outta pocket about my brother to me.
“I ain’t did nothing to that boy. But I ain’t finna beg no child of mine to love me. He ah regret the way he treated me when I ain’t here no mo’,” I wanted to tell my daddy not to hold his breath, but I held my tongue.
“Unhuh whatever you say big dawg.” I’d checked outta the conversation.
“But uh, why we on the subject did you talk to Lo about what I asked you?” My dad finally said what he really was calling for.
“Man, ain’t no point in askin’ him. He ain’t going and I don’t care enough to go against him,” I truthfully answered him.
My dad been trying to get Lo to higher him on at our shop. Lo didn’t trust him enough to let him anywhere near our business. We put too much into B&B Towing to let our dad fuck shit up like he always did.
“So, putting money in my pocket don’t me shit to you? Y’all hate me so much you wanna see me broke and fucked up?” He yelled into the phone at the top of his lungs.
“Alright, I talk to you later.” I replied then hung up on his dumb ass.
I wasn’t finna be screaming in my ear like I was a little kid or some shit. My dad wanted a fucking hand out instead of being a grown ass man and getting out the mud like we had to.Fuck him.That nigga wasn’t about to have me stressed the fuck out cause he wanted us to feel guilty about him being broke. He should have thought about that shit before he had three more kids. I’d always do for my siblings, but my dad could kick fucking rocks.
After that phone call I had every intention of leaving out this bitch and going over to Nene’s. A nigga needed some pussy inthe worst way. Today at work was stressful as fuck and I needed relief. However, someone else caught my attention. I really thought I was imagining shit. I was standing byPreezy’s Golds & Grillz More. This was the place every nigga in Beaumont City got their golds grillz and custom jewelry pieces made. The nigga Preezy, was straight he was well known throughout the city. You knew if you bought something from him it was going to be authentic. I was debating about getting a new grill. I had lost my old one a while ago and never got around to ordering another one. Preezy’s shop was on the corner, so it curved and since it was an open design it was easy to see everyone walking past. I got stuck when I caught a familiar frame out the corner of my eye.
Like I said I thought I was trippin’ but the curly mass of hair brought back too many memories for me not to check shit out. I started walkin’ behind shorty and I started to stop and turn my crazy ass around. Because the broad I was following had wide hips and a plump ass nothing like Zaylee’s thin frame I was used to. That’s how I knew I loved that stupid ass girl; she was skin and fucking bones when we was fucking around. Every day I told her that her ass was getting fatter knowing good damn well that shit was as flat as it came. But when some short, well he was shorter than me but taller than the broad I was following called her name and she stopped walking. I stepped off to the side out of her line of vision just in case she was who I thought she was. When she turned around, I almost lost my got damn mind.
It was Zaylee Cooper in the fucking flesh, and I was more heated that she still looked like something, if not better than before. I damn near wanted her ass to be a fuckin’ junk head somewhere strung out than to look as good as she did now. No amount of hate was finna make be delusional her stupid ass was still fine as fuck. Zaylee always stuck out to me cause she had the prettiest deep mahogany skin complexion. Like a river of dark chocolatecoating her body. Her round onyx colored eyes were always hidden by the thick glasses she always wore. I used to hate her glasses so bad and to see she was still wearin’ them bitches.Hardheaded ass.A lot of people often thought the mass of curly jet Black hair was a wig, but it was all hers. Her and her mama had long thick ass hair. Zaylee didn’t play about taking care of her hair either. When I said Zaylee used to be skin and bones when we were together, I mean that she had no ass, small titties but I loved her beyond what she lacked. Now I wasn’t saying Zaylee was big booty stripper thick when I say she was thicker and her ass was fatter. She’d still looked tiny compared to the average IG model, but her body was stacked compared to how flat she used to be. Her curves were more defined, hips wider, ass fatter and she easily went from an A-cup to a C-cup. The tight jean skirt that cuffed her ass making it look even bigger and made my dick come to life. I wanted so bad to touch Zaylee’s newfound curves, it was making me green with envy watching her hug the nigga who’d called her name.
I thought I was in the cut and Zaylee couldn’t see me but as dude was talking to her, she looked me dead in the eyes. It was like we both got stuck in time as we stared at each other. I felt my heart rate picking up as the noise around us faded and we were the only two people standing in the mall. Over the years I always fantasized about how us seeing each other again would be. Most of the time I’d be choking the shit out of Zaylee for killing my seed, either with my hands or my dick. Either way she was choking and begging for air. I never killed her though; she’d just beg for my forgiveness while I tortured her with my dick. Now that we were finally face to face again, I knew two things for sure, I was gonna make her choke on my dick and I hated her ass as much as I loved her. It was fucked up that after she killed my seed, I couldn’t find it in my heart to fully hate her. Like I didn’t fuck with her at all, you couldn’t pay me to forgiveZaylee. She’d betrayed a nigga in the worst way but at the same time my heart still loved her, and I think that pissed me off more than anything. I wanted to look at Zaylee like I looked at other bitches. Yet I couldn’t, she still had the glow around her that drew me in the same way it did when I first saw her.
Did that bitch just say I was nobody?I squinted my eyes watching her plump lips move as she talked to the dusty nigga she was with. I watched as she waved me off to the nigga grabbing his hand, the nigga looked at me one more time before turning around letting Zaylee drag him in the opposite direction as me.
I had to laugh cause clearly Zaylee forgot who the fuck I was. Imagine me being a fucking nobody. See her dumb ass going up the escalator carefree with that nigga at her side sent a blaze shoot through my soul. Zaylee was used to the nigga that loved her. I gave her the most tender love I could. I handled her with kid gloves so she didn’t know the nigga that would turn up on her. She was better off not making eye contact with me and acting like she didn’t see me. To tell that bold face lie, I was a nobody, in what fucking world? I’m a nobody but she had my name tattooed on the inside of her thigh right by her pussy. Cause that would always be my shit. Zaylee was funny as fuck, but I was funnier.
I walked my ass right over to the same escalator Zaylee just went up. Once I got to the top I scanned around the mall. Seeing Zaylee’s curly hair in the food court area. I saw her tell her nigga something and then she started walking towards the back hallway that lead to the bathrooms. I followed right behind her ass the hallway stretched far with the bathrooms about halfway down. I watched her walk into the girl’s bathroom, and I waited right outside for her leaning against the wall on the opposite wall by the men’s bathroom. I sat my bag with Chunk’s shoes on the ground. Hopefully, nobody stole my shit but if they did, I wouldjust got buy another pair before I left. I had more important shit to handle.
A good five minutes passed before the door swung back open. Zaylee didn’t see me at first, her head was down as she scrolled through her phone. I pushed off the wall blocking her path, when he went to look up, I pulled her body against mine. She went to scream but I quickly covered her mouth with my hand, and I walked us further down the long hallway. Taking a left when I got to the end of the hallway. I pinned her against the wall with her wrist on each side of her head.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” Zaylee asked me with fire dancing in her eyes. She twisted her body trying to get loose, but I wasn’t letting up.
“Who the fuck am I?” I asked, bringing my face right in front of her.
“You can’t be forreal. Let me the fuck go,” Her lips balled up in anger.
