Michael's P.O.V  

"Aye I got that last order for you I'm out!" I shouted to my Boss Ralph.

"Alright, make sure Tony drop them fries before you go." He said without looking up from his clipboard. I fixed my mouth to say something, but didnt and instead took a deep breath as he looked up at me slightly when I walked away.

Man tony a grown ass man I shouldn't have to tell him to do shit. I swear everytime I'm finna walk up out this bitch he wanna give me something extra to do or some type grievance. Anyway I head to the back to go clock out. Wherever the fuck Tony was at ain't my problem. Soon as walk in the break room I hear moaning and slurping sounds.

"I know this nigga ain't..." I mumbled as hesitated walking in, but said fuck that and busted in. "Aye Tony what the fuck!” He immediately scrambled fixing his pants as shawty just set up on her knees wiping her mouth. Just like a hoe.

" uh uh, Mikey w-wassup man.” he tried to dap me up.

“aye nigga don't touch me, what the hell you got going on Bruh.” I exclaimed pushing him an arm distance back.

“Man can't you see I'm busy." Tony said doing a gesture.

“Man I don't I give a fuck if you 'busy'.” I reiterated the gesture. “If Ralph find out you fucking around back here he gon fire YOU and ME. And if I get fired I'ma whoop yo ass and her ass.” I exclaimed. 

“Man fuck Ralph.” Tony waved as a snickered cause he think I'm playing. Shawty kept playing with her trying to get my attention showing off her bare boobs.

“Ayyee don't I know you?” I asked and she perked up.

“Yeah, My name is- ”

“I don't give a fuck! Tony you better get your ass back in there and drop dem fries.” I shouted at her as I pointed Tony to the door. He sighed and got himself together and made his way to the door.

“And you. Act like you got some home training.” I threw her shirt at her. “make no damn sense.”

I clocked out and watched as she left out the back door. Opening my locker I grabbed my things and left the back room still displeased with what I had seen. The only reason why I look out for the little nigga because he my homie and we look out for each other. We practically grew up together and I can't have him out here lower than low. I walk out The Company Burger and text Bey as I get in my car. No one hasn't really spoke to each other ever since that shit with August happened everyone was pretty torn up about it. I ain't gon lie it still ain't sitting right with me, as a fellow black male knowing he was locked up for practically nothing I feel I could just be walking out my job one day and same shit can happen to me. Shaking the thought I pull out my phone and proceed to message bey.

504-411-9080
Mikey👫🤗
Wanna link up today and get some food.

I messaged her and waited a minute, but didn't get a immediate text back. So I decided to go ahead and take the short drive home. I pull up to my apartment and park the car. As I turn the car off I decided to check my phone to see if Bey possibly texted me back in the drive home time frame. New message.

504-280-3159
Bestfriend 👫🤗
Sure that'll be nice, ya girl could eat right about now plus we need to catch up.

504-411-9080
Mikey👫🤗
Aight bet

I then put my phone in my pocket making an exit out of the car. Making sure the doors were locked I walked up the couple of stairs into the hall, to the main stairs.

"Man I hate these damn stairs." I whispered to myself as I went up they just made a long day even longer.

Once I get to the apartment door it was slightly cracked and immediately begin to worry. What if we got robbed? We really can't afford that right now, cops definitely ain't gon get our shit back. What if the robber still in there? What the fuck you gon do standing out here?  Taking a deep a breath I open the door slowly as I walk in step by step. It didn't look like a robbery took place. But then why was the door..

"Hmmm.” I say to myself as I looked around the apartment wreaked of liquor and I saw Pj's coat hanging up, but she's never home this early.

"PJ! PJ- " I called and the second time she practically came tumbling out the room.

“Mikey.What you doing here?” She slurred taking a swig from the bottle of henny.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that. And don't you think it's to early in the day to be getting pissy drunk.” I said kinda harsh as I tried snatching the bottle but she moved the way with attitude.

"Well I work all the damn time you'd think I'd earned a damn bottle." She exclaimed flopping on the couch. Wiping my hand down my face in frustration I sigh sitting across from her in the chair.

"Look PJ whatever it is we can talk about-” she began to break down and cry as she shook her head.

“fif-teen years. And this how they  treat me. I was never late always did my job to the best of my ability and never bothered anybody,but yet I'm the one who's without a job oh no.” She got up barely grabbing the house phone about to call god knows who.

“PJ No, your drunk.” I took the phone and bottle from her. “We're going to get through this PJ I promise.” I made her look at me so she knew I was serious and she nodded slightly. I engulfed her in a hug and said a silent prayer as she cried on my shoulder.

“Come on PJ I'ma tuck you in.” not arguing with me I walked her to her room and helped her into bed. Once she dozed off I made a quiet exit as I made some much needed calls and txts.

504-411-9080
Mikey👫🤗
Change of plans,but I would really like you down for the tag along. Please hit me back ASAP I need you Bey😩.

I figured I give her sometime to respond back. So I went ahead and got my overnight back that was already packed and all the things that was necessary and put em in my car which took me about ten minutes. Realizing I left the bottles of liquor I went back in the house pouring them out. Leaving a note on one of them.

"She'll be mad, but She'll think me for this.” once done I went back outside to my car making sure I had everything. Leaning on the car I check my messages and still no word from Bey. She's ghosting me at the worst possible time.

*Phone ring*
*Phone pick up*

“Ayo wassup man.”

“Yo Tone wassup Bruh.” It was homie Antonio.

“It's about that time dawg you ready?”

“Yeah man.”

"Support group or alone.” He knew.

"Time waits for no one, I gotta get it on my own.”

“Alright let's do this. See you when get here bro.”

Ending the phone call I put one foot in the car and it kinda felt ironic to the situation I'm in. I got one foot in to a better situation and foot still in my other. Time to put both Michael. I look at the apartment one last time and get in my car. I'm all in.

"You only get one shot!”

Chapter 22✔
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