I’d rather the cause of things going sour be on me, than to have someone break my heart.
“That’s true. I don’t know what I need.” I stifled a laugh through the tears that accumulated on my water line.
It was hard for me to be vulnerable. I felt so weak sitting on this phone with my best friend crying over a man.
“Love.”
“Huh?”
“Love is what you need, babe. Love is exactly what you have waiting for you… go on the trip and then we’ll unpack everything when you get back. I may need to go shopping though. Simmy tossed all my swimsuits out because he said my ass was spilling out the swimsuit bottoms.”
“Oh hell, not him hating before we even go on our trip.”
Blair laughed. “He and his big-headed brotherbeenhating. Gams is making me a crochet bikini top like she did Pri too.”
“Well, alright, Hot mom.”
“Shoot… having my fun before getting knocked up again.”
I smiled. “This is what you both deserve and prayed for, B.”
“God doesn’t only answer my prayers… have fun and text me if you need me.”
“K… done made me cry and all.”
“Crying is good for the soul. I love you, Zoy.”
“Love you too, B.”
CHAPTER 14
GOON
Zoya finally cameout her bedroom with her bags packed like I had asked. I half expected her to give me some shit or an excuse as to why she couldn’t come with me. She stood there while staring at me, like she was reconsidering not going.
I could see how hesitant she was in her eyes. She was searching for every reason that she needed to not go. She sat her duffle bag onto the counter and then looked around for Bando.
“Where’s my dog?”
“Upstairs. Navy said she would watch him this weekend.”
She looked back at me. “I have a dog sitter. I could call he?—”
I took her hand and snatched her duffle bag from the counter. “Bando is being watched, stop worrying about doing shit because for the first time you didn’t have to do something.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Probably taste like poison on the tongue.”
She smiled. “Yes. Can I know where we’re going?”
“Nah.”
“Gerald, I have anxiety. I have to know where I’m going… will I be able to do my skincare?”
I paused while she continued to go down her skincare routine, which was too fucking much if you asked me. “Boobie, why the fuck would I take you camping?”
“Gerald, I don’t know… isn’t prison kind of like camping?”
