“I guess,” she sighed softly after a while. “Now, are you coming downstairs to eat? I finished cooking.”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “I’ll be down in a few.”
She stayed behind me for another second before finally letting me go.
Then, shawty turned around and headed downstairs without saying anything else, leaving me standing there alone with my thoughts again.
I satat the table watching Kyrie eat while my mind kept replaying everything he had just told me. Jamal was out of jail, and instead of thinking logically, Kyrie’s ass was ready to risk it all just to prove a point.
What irritated me the most was that this whole situation could’ve gone differently if he’d just talked to the police from the beginning and told them what really happened. But no. Kyrie always had to be hardheaded and take shit into his own hands like he was untouchable. Not realizing that same shit could come back and bite him in the ass later.
Whether he wanted to hear it or not, if something happened to Jamal, Kyrie would be the first person those people looked at. Everybody knew they had issues.
But trying to explain that to Kyrie was like talking to a damn brick wall. This was exactly why his ass needed somebodypretending to be his wife in the first place. The man did not know how to act.
“Bae, you alright?” Kyrie asked, finally looking over at me.
“Yeah,” I replied quickly, forcing a nod before looking back down at my food. “I’m good.”
Truth was, I already knew there was no point in trying to argue with him about it at that moment. His mind was made up. Once Kyrie got in that mode, nobody was changing it either.
After we finished eating, I cleaned my plate off before heading upstairs to the bedroom. The second I shut the door behind me, I grabbed my phone and called Drayla.
She was really the only person I had to talk to now. ’Cause I didn’t have Alexia anymore. And if I was being honest, that shit still hurt.
The two of us had been locked in since school. We used to swear we’d always have each other’s backs no matter what happened. So, for things to end the way they did? That shit weighed on me more than I liked admitting.
I sat across the bed, waiting for Drayla to answer before her loud-ass mouth finally came through the phone.
“Hey, bitch, what’s up?” she asked cheerfully.
“Girl, I am stressed.” I sighed.
Her tone instantly changed. “What happened?”
“Kyrie just found out Jamal got out of jail. They said it was self-defense and there wasn’t enough evidence.”
“What the fuck?”
“Exactly.” I rubbed my forehead. “Now Kyrie is on a whole damn rampage, talking about destroying this man.”
“He does know he can’t just do that, right?”
“Yeah, but he’s talking about having his cousin handle it instead.” I let out a frustrated breath. “And all I keep thinking is how suspicious that shit gon’ look. Jamal literally just got out ofjail. If something happens to him now, who do you think they're going to look at first?”
“Kyrie,” she answered immediately.
“Exactly.”
“Do you want me to get my husband to talk to him?”
“Nawl,” I quickly said. “I don’t need Kyrie knowing I went to somebody else about this. He is already acting crazy.”
“Okay, okay.” She paused for a second. “Well, what are you doing right now?”
“Nothing. We just got done eating.”
“Bet. Come out with me tonight.”
