You think I'd leave you down when you're down on your knees? I wouldn't do that - Sade

RESHAWD

My dad walks into my room. "Come here, let me talk to you bout somethin'." he says. I raise my eyebrow then stand on my crutches. I follow him out onto my balcony. We sit down on the couch out here. He pulls a rolled blunt from behind his ear then lights it. "Wassup?" I ask, watching him smoke. "Listen, son, I already know you mess around with Tandy." he says. My eyes widen. "How you find that out?" I exclaim. He looks at me. "You just told me." he says, still smoking his blunt.

My mouth opens up but no words will come out. He chuckles. "I don't even have the energy to whoop yo ass right now. I don't even give a shit about what happenes no more." he tells me, looking all weird and zoned out. "Pops, what's wrong with you?" I ask. "It's over, Reshawd." he says. "What? What's over?" I ask, getting scared as hell. He ignores me then continues to smoke, rocking back and forth, continuously telling me it's over.

"Daddy!" I scream at him, getting even more worried by the second. "It's mothafuckin over, Reshawd!" he yells at the top of his lungs. I lightly slap him in his face, trying to snap him out of whatever the hell he's going through but he won't budge.

He stands up. "I'm a fuck up, Shawd. Pops failed, man. Daddy fucking failed." he says chuckling with a couple of tears streaming down his face. "I never wanted this shit for you. None of my kids, Shawd. I failed yall, man." he says. "What are you talking about? You a good dad, man." I say. He chuckles. "Nah, man... look at all the pain I brought yall. I hate myself for it. It just be so much shit I blame myself for, then I just snap and take it out on Zaya. I failed." he says, shaking his head and staring at the view.

"Dad, come on, mane, chill. Nobody hate you." I say. "Nah... mane... I only did her like that to push her away. I felt like she was gone leave me anyway. She was happy as hell to see Tyler and then I noticed how her and Almond got flirty as hell. I couldn't deal with yo momma cheating on me or leaving me for one of them niggas so I just pushed her away to avoid getting hurt. Shawd... that was some stupid shit. I'm so fuckin' stupid, Shawd, I'm sorry for this shit, man. I didn't even mean it. " he says, hitting himself in the forehead.

I grab his arm. "Quit." I say. He snatches it away then pulls his gun out then puts it to his head. "I'm doing this shit for yall, Reshawd. Not for her, but for yall. Yall lives will be way better without me, Reshawd. You and yo siblings cause all I do is bring yall pain." he says, moving his finger to the trigger.

My eyes widen then tear up. "Daddy, fuckin' quit playing! You drunk as fuck right now, chill!" I yell. It's almost like I can smell the alcohol coming out his pores. I pull my gun. "It's over, Shawd." he says. I shoot his wrist, making him drop the gun then groan in pain. "I did that shit for you." I say, trying my hardest to pull him back into the house.

"Dad, chill!" I yell, trying to hand cuff him but he way too strong. "Let me go!" he growls at me, kicking and swinging. I snatch his arm then slap the cuff on his wrist. I do the same to the other then sigh. I grab my phone then call ma.

ZAYA

I met Jamel when I lived here a long time ago and when he found out I was back, we linked up and went to this party he invited me to. Prod jut had to come mess things up for me. I don't understand him. He brought a hoe who he allowed to joke on my miscarriage to my room, then showed up to my home with a bitch he cheated on me with but when I'm out with one man, he flips and acts a fool. I'm so pissed off right now.

"Yuh tinking bout the batty bwoy, gyal?" Jamel asks, moving my hair out of my face. I force a smile on my face. "I'm okay." I answer. "Good." he says, then grabs a bottle of Hennessy and two glasses. "Want some?" he asks. I shake my head no. I'm not in the mood to get drunk right now. I know I've been way too vulnerable and the alcohol will only make me have sex with him and I'll end up regretting it in the morning.

My phone starts ringing. I answer. "Hey, Shawd." I say. "Ma, get over here and bring your med kit. Dad drunk and high and tried to kill himself so I shot him in his wrist to make him drop the gun. I got him handcuffed, ma, please, just hurry up!" he cries into the phone.

My eyes tear up. I get up then rush out of Jamel's house. I jump in my car then speed off with my emergency lights on. Hell, this is an emergency. I hate him but I can't leave him hanging like that. I'll just kill him with kindness instead of leaving him at his worse like he did me.

I just pulled up to his mansion. I go knock on the door. Tandy opens it then crosses her arms. "What?" she dryly asks. I grab her weave then throw her out the house. "Bitch, go fuck for money or whatever it is your hoe ass do." I snap at her, then walk in the house, closing and locking the door behind me.

I rush up the stairs to where I hear screaming and cussing coming from. I open Shawd's bedroom then gasp at all the blood. Prod's handcuffed to the bed cussing Reshawd out. I walk over to him. "Calm down, Prod." I softly say, glancing at the graze from the bullet. His face softens a little.

"Uncuff his right arm." I tell Shawd. He uncuffs Prod's arm. "Zaya, I love you, girl. I'm for real. Let's go rob a bank then fuck like old times. Baby, what happened to us? You still my rider, baby girl? Ion want no other nigga to have you. That shit be hurting me so bad, Zaya. Why you do that?" he slowly asks, clearly drunk off his ass. He's never like this until he's completely full of liquor.

"Gimme a kiss." he says as I continue to doctor on his wrist. "I don't want nobody but you, kissing on my tattoos. Don't you like that song by that nigga August?" he slowly asks, then busts out laughing.

I can't help but laugh at him. "Shut up." I mumble, finishing his stitches. He sits up. "Kiss me, my darling." he says in a fake Spanish accent, puckering his lips at me, then falls out laughing.

"Craig, hush." I say, in tears laughing at him. He stares at me. "You so fucking beautiful." he slowly says. "Thanks. Lay down." I say, uncuffing him. "Lay with me, fine ass." he says, laughing. "Yo, you remember our wedding? You looked so beautiful. You my queen, baby girl. I be bullshitting. Ion mean none of that bad stuff." he says.

"Lay down, I'll give you a massage." I tell him, trying to keep him as calm as I can. He takes his shirt off then starts talking to himself and laughing. I shake my head. This nigga is a mess when he's high and drunk.

I grab the oil off the night stand then sit on his back. I squirt some then massage his back. "You so tense." I say. He closes his eyes. "Sing that song you used to sing to me... yeah." he groans. "When you're on the outside baby and you can't get in
I will show you you're so much better than you know. When you're lost and you're alone and you cant get back again I will find you darling and I will bring you home." I sing to him as I massage his back.

He lightly turns to me then smiles. "Kiss me." he slowly says. I kiss his cheek. "Go to sleep." I say, climbing off of him. He grabs my waist then pulls me into his arms. "Sleep with me." he says, cuddling up behind me. "Craig-" his snoring cuts me off. I shake my head. I'm in the bed with my drunk ass ex husband that I despise right now. How this shit happen?

PROD

I close my eyes tight from the sun shining through the window then blow. I look down at Zaya wrapped up in my arms then raise my eyebrow. How this happen?
I don't know what happened last night but I don't mind it. I grab the remote to my TV then press play on my Tv. The cameras start rolling back. I bust out laughing at how crazy I was acting last night. The hell got into me?

I watch her doctor on me, laugh with me, massage me, then cuddle with me. "You so fucking good to me, mane." I say to myself, watching her sleep. I cuddle up closer to her then kiss her cheek. She moves a little then rolls over, laying her head in my chest while she lightly snores every once in a while. I rest my hands on her ass. I wonder how she'll react once she wakes up. I wonder if she'll hate a nigga all over again.

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