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truglori · 3 years

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Homebody (Ch.7)

Summary: Amiyah is the younger sister of local drug dealer (Durkio). Shy and reserved she keeps to herself and stays out the way. But lately she began to find interest in his right hand man/ best friend (Erik Stevens). Wanting to get him to notice her she discovers that he already had her wrapped around his finger without even trying! There was only a few problems that kept her away from her fantasies , her brother that controlled almost every single breath she took and would kill anyone who looked at her that way and lastly Eriks girlfriend, Alexis , who they called the queen of the hood according to her lavish lifestyle as well as being with the next newest top boy in the making. While Alexis was his girl to the streets all Amiyah wanted to do was be his Homebody...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick OC

Warning: Language

“Say that again?” Amiyah’s face scrunched up in a slight surprise. She heard exactly what he said she just wanted him to say it the second time to be certain and not it being the weed talking for him.

Erik gave a small chuckle shaking his head. “I said I want you to be mine.”

After battling with his thoughts Erik went with the flow of his feelings. Deep inside him he was aware that he was moving faster than normal. Already putting a claim on her after a date and a few kisses was something he wouldn’t have seen coming. Along with the risks he’d be taking if Amiyah said yes. Erik knew that Durk would probably be furious if he found out ,but what could he do? His mouth got in the way before he could think.

Amiyah smiled. Her stomach filled with butterflies. The beating of her heart rate speeding up. Her mind floating on a different type of high other than the one she had just experienced. Staring into his eyes she knew the question was sincere. The emotions of pure bliss spreading throughout her body was quickly aborted when a particular person came to her mind.

Her eyes fell to their lap as sadness came over her face. Erik seeing this took his thumb and finger to her chin lifting it up. Watching her change from being delighted to disappointed within a few seconds made Erik become distraught.

“What’s wrong?”Kissing her lips tenderly he used the pad of his thumb to caress her bottom lip affectionately afterwards.

“Alexis. Aren’t you still with her?” Her voice filled with concern.

Sighing to himself Erik knew that this topic of discussion was going to be brought up. But what could he tell her? That he saw Alexis with the man that her brother asked him to do a lick on and now he wanted nothing to do with her? Just thinking about how it sounded in his head made Erik laugh inwardly. There was no way he could tell her something like that.

Even though Erik was very confident that Amiyah had no idea what he did for a living in the first place he figured disclosing that type of information to her so suddenly would probably alarm her and made her wary of him.

“Alexis and I were never official. We didn’t put a title on to each other so it’s not like you gon be a side chick. I’m done with that situation.” He spoke honestly.

“Erik does she know that? Because I don’t need her coming up to my job with some bullshit-“

He cut her off with a stern look.

“What I tell you?”

There was a pause before she answered.

“That you’re done with her.” Glancing out the window she replied lowly.

“Ight so if I tell you that then believe it.” Erik was trying to assure her so that she wouldn’t have to worry about Alexis.

Amiyah then blurted out asking the bigger question that they both were reflecting on in the back of their heads.

“And Durk? How are we supposed to be around him? Should we even tell him?” She asked in a nonchalant manner.

Amiyah’s thoughts replayed the heated argument that led to her getting kicked out in the first place. At this point to her it didn’t matter if he knew or not. In fact she wanted him to know so that she could hurt him the same way he hurt her. She wanted to get one up on him, and being with her brother’s best friend might just do that. But her feelings for Erik felt stronger than any hostility she had towards her brother.

Dropping his shoulders Erik answered truthfully. “I don’t know. Eventually we would have to tell him when the time is right. I know how he feels about you and he just wants to protect you-“

Amiyah rolled her eyes scoffing while shaking her head. Hearing the words come out of his mouth had her wanting to air out everything that happened between them yesterday. With the way that he kicked her out and called her out of her name the last thing that Amiyah felt with her brother was protected. To her it seem like he didn’t think twice about telling her to get her shit and leave.

Erik noticed her body language and took it as her just annoyed with her older brother trying to have a say so in her dating life, unaware of the problems that they were going through.

“Look I know it’s frustrating that he got to be all up on you but until we take the time to figure shit out and come clean...I think it’s best that we keep this between us.” It wasn’t something that Erik wanted to say to her but it was the truth.

“So you mean like a secret? Erik I’m not trying to be anyone’s hidden girlfriend.” Amiyah’s voice rose as she got up from his lap and climbed back to the front seat and put on her jean jacket.

Erik exited the back and hopped into the drivers side. Cutting on the car to get them some heat he pulled his black hoodie over his frame. He turned facing towards her. Her arms were folded as she was in a closed off position leaning against the door. He grabbed her arm pulling her body towards him.

“When have I ever said you were going to be a secret Amiyah? If your brother didn’t act the way he does about you I would’ve been made a pass at you but you know how he is. You not a secret we just need to be private with this until we tell Durk.” His deep low voice solacing her.

Amiyah knew that he was right but she still didn’t like the fact that in order for her to be with Erik she had to sneak around. This was going to be her first official real relationship and she wanted to be able to be open and proud with it no matter who didn’t like them being together. Letting her emotions get the best of her she couldn’t stop herself from talking.

“Maybe you just using this as an excuse to have your fucking cake and eat it too.” She mumbled referring to him trying to be with her and Alexis.

Erik noticed that her mood was always quick to change whenever she had to hear something she didn’t like or couldn’t get what she wanted. Gripping her chin a bit rougher than usual he turned her face to look at him

“Why you being difficult with me already? This little attitude you got one day is gonna get you in some trouble. I don’t like repeating myself and I’m not gon start with ya spoiled ass. When I say something I mean that shit.” He followed her eyes that were running away from his.

Quiet and still unable to put on a poker face Amiyah agreed anyway just avoid the downhill on where this conversation could eventually lead if she didn’t concede with it. Finally engaging in eye contact with him she gave him a pouty upset look.

Erik sucked in his lip.” Why you acting like a brat?” He called her out bluntly.

“Stop don’t call me that.” She moved her face out of his hold leaning against the arm rest.

“You a brat. Now what? Do sumn about it?” He leaned over invading her space as he checked her playfully.

Amiyah couldn’t contain her smile as she felt his nose against her cheek. She pushed at his chest lightly while laughing.

“Movee Erikk.” Dragging his name out through her giggles.

His eyebrows lifted as he took the wrist that was pushing him away captive. “What you call me?”

Smacking her lips she pulled away trying to break free. “Oh my gosh Erik I called you Erik.” A sassy tone dripping from her voice.

“Exactly and I thought I made it clear when you with me it’s Daddy. Nothing more nothing less. Better respect that shit.” He looked her up and down backing her against the door while moving closer to her lips.

Blushing she chewed on her inner bottom lip becoming timid under his stare. Her gazed on his juicy full lips craving to feel them on hers.

“Well move Daddy.” Her voice was now back to its shy and hushed state.

With his lips centimeters away from hers Amiyah felt his minty breath mixed with the weed brushing over her face.

“You never answered my question. You gon be my girl or what?” The raspiness overtaking his voice every time it went deep.

Her body twitched and her mouth let out a gasp when she felt his large hand cup her pussy. Erik held onto to it as he waited for her to respond. He licked his lips when he felt her lips part open up against his.

Bringing her free hand on top of the wrist that he was using to cup her she whimpered when the palm of his hand massaged her gently.

“Yes Daddy-“

By the time the last word left her mouth Erik was sucking on the bottom plump flesh before he kissed her. Swiping on her lower lip he was letting her know to open up. When she did he placed his tongue in her mouth running it against hers flicking it slow and softly before pulling away. The action had Amiyah dripping in her seat as she experienced her first time getting a tongue kiss. Feeling his went tongue on her drove her crazy while leaving her a light headed feeling.

“I’m tryna put my stamp on this pussy and you playing.” Erik peck her lips one last time before leaning back into his chair adjusting his sweats.

Amiyah fixed her posture in her seat when she got a text from Kelley. She was asking where she was and if she was okay. Amiyah sighed before sending her a text back letting her know that she was fine and on her way back. It was almost six in the morning so she knew that Kelley was getting ready to work her shift.

She placed her phone in the cup holder. “I have to get back.” Her lip going into a mini pout.

“Aight let’s bounce.” Putting the car in drive they left the secluded area. Erik’s hand went to her thigh caressing it as he drove with the other.

While he was driving Amiyah glanced over at him and could see that sleep was ready to take over his body. He kept giving a low yawn while shaking his head every now and then to shake off the feeling. Amiyah’s hand went up to the back of his head brushing down his waves.

“You need to go home and get some sleep. You look tired.” She suggested feeling tired herself after being up all night.

Nodding his head he yawned once more. “I am.Don’t be mad if you don’t hear from all day.” He gave a half smile.

“I know when I get back I’m gonna take a hot ass shower before I knock out.”

“Without me.” He smirked holding back a chuckle.

She kissed her teeth.“You’re soo cornyyy.”

They laughed in unison as Erik pulled up back at Kelley’s. Getting out at the same time he walked over to her side leaning on the hood of his car.

“You want me to wait for you to get your stuff and take you back home?” He put his hands in his pocket waiting for her to reply.

“Uh no. I brought a change of clothes so I should be good.” Not wanting to worry him she avoided telling Erik about Durk putting her out.

Erik nodded his head. “Aight I’ll call you later today.”

“Okay. Bye.” Walking to the front door she was pulled back by the rim of her sweats from behind.

Erik brought her body into his kissing her while gripping on her booty with one hand. Feeling a slap on her right cheek Amiyah yelped into his mouth before he soothe the sting.

“That’s how you tell Daddy bye aight.” He stared at her lips when he pulled away.

Amiyah had a lot to learn when dealing with Erik. What he liked. How to talk to him. How he wanted her to hold him whenever they hugged. Just about everything under the sun but she was okay with learning whatever it took to please her man. She wanted to know about him,flaws and all just as she was ready to be open with him.

“Okay Daddy.” She batted her eye lashes at him not putting up a fight.

“Fine ass. I’ll get with you later mama.” Bringing his arm around her neck he pecked her forehead and released her. He made sure she made it in safely before getting in his car and headed home.

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With an hour left to get ready for work Amiyah went to her friends kitchen to make herself some lunch. She hadn’t eaten anything since last night and she could feel her stomach touching her back. Going through her fridge she settled on warming up the leftover lasagna Kelley made before she got there. She was so grateful to have a friend like Kelley.

When Amiyah arrived on her doorstep with tears running down her face she immediately welcomed her. After talking to her and telling her about the exchange between her and her brother Kelley already made it clear that she was able to stay as long as she needed and that Durk should get hit with an eighteen wheeler. Amiyah laughed through the pain as her friend brought her an extra blanket and pillow telling her to make herself at home.

She knew that she couldn’t afford to take up space at her house though. Living her whole life with her family she didn’t feel comfortable being with anyone else. But the fact that her best friend didn’t hesitate to allow her to be there made her heart warm. That action made her very thankful for Kelley.

Sitting on the counter she waited while the food heated up in the microwave.The sound of her phone went off as incoming call came in from an unsaved number. Her eyes squinted before answering it.

“Hello.”

“Damn why it seem like you don’t know who this is.” A deep laughter was released from what it sounded like to be a man.

Pausing her brows drew together. “Uh who is this?”

“Cane...we met at the Jamaican spot a few days ago.”

Coming back to her memory she remembered the fine chocolate man that looked like he was made out money. Amiyah thought that he had forgotten about her after the first few days went by without him calling or texting her.

“Oh yeah. How are you?” She chewed on one of her long nails not sure what to say to him.

He laughed again. “I’m good. You sound like you have no idea who I am though.”

“No I do it’s just I haven’t heard from you since that day. I figured you change your mind.” Hearing the microwave beep she jumped down from her spot to take it out.

“Change my mind after seeing a face as beautiful as yours? I could never baby girl.”

‘He’s a charmer.’

Amiyah thought to herself before speaking. “Well what do owe the pleasure of this phone call?”

“Actually I’m calling about that date you agreed on. You know the one you said yes to after I had my people hook you up.” He was refreshing her memory.

“Well you don’t have to worry about that. We’re good.”

“No I think you got it mixed up Amiyah. You owe ME the date not the other way around. I’m calling to get what’s owed to me.” His deep voice demanded with a slight chuckle.

“Oh.”

Amiyah became frantic unsure about what to do. She did agree with him to go on a date but she couldn’t. There was only one name that came to her mind after Cane said that and it was Erik’s. Not even her brothers. But she didn’t want him to think he had some hold over her every time he seen her so she did what she thought was right.

“Okay.” She naively agreed face palming herself and instantly filled up with regret after those words left her mouth.

“Alright. You busy tonight?”

“No. I mean no tonight won’t work. How about tomorrow night?” She wanted to give herself time to figure this out.

“Tomorrow’s perfect. I’ll pick you up around 8. That’s cool?”

“Yeah that’ll work.” Glancing at the ceiling she didn’t know why she was still on the phone with him.

“Alright ma I’ll see you then.” Amiyah could hear the smile in his voice.

“Bye.” She hung up and leaned against the counter forgetting her food.

Now what was she to do? Amiyah pondered on how she was going to go on this one date with him and end it. It wasn’t even a full 24 hours since she said yes to Erik and she was already going out with another man. She didn’t even want to call this a date. To her it was simply returning the favor and they could move on with their lives. She was with Erik now. Even though it had to remain private until they told Durk she still wanted to respect him and the relationship the same way she would want him to do the same.

“I have to tell Erik.” Stress clouded over her face.

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It was almost eight at night when Erik woke up from his slumber. Looking at the clock on his phone he cursed to himself when he realized that he overslept. After he dropped Amiyah off at her friends Erik went riding around doing errands. He didn’t make it back home until 12 in the afternoon and after that he went for an hour jog before he went back to his place and hop in the shower and take what he thought was going to be a power nap.

Wiping the sleep away from his face he checked his phone. Two missed calls from Amiyah and three text messages. Durk messaged him letting him know that he could stop by whenever to pick up his pay for doing the job. Lastly he had a few missed calls from Alexis.

After yesterday’s job Erik was done with her. It was unbelievable to him how she tried to run game on him and still go out and do the shit she does. She wanted to have the best of both worlds but that wasn’t going to slide with Erik. It was either him or the streets and last night Erik got his answer.

When he saw that Alexis was the bitch of the night for Shawn he made her go into the bathroom and lock herself inside. He then went back to help Cane get the money. But before he left Erik knocked Shawn around a few times and snatched his chains bringing it with him. He knew that he was only supposed to get the money and leave but his anger got the best of him when he saw Alexis. So he took it out on Shawn to get even.

Getting up he got dressed in an red and black Nike sweatsuit and throwing his Varsity Red Jordan 12s to match. Erik walked to his livingroom and sat on his black sectional. Going through his messages he went to Amiyah’s.

Amiyah 💜- Babe you up yet?...3:34pm

Amiyah 💜- Daddy I’m on break call me...4:55pm

Amiyah 💜- If you don’t want to talk to me then just say that don’t ignore me...6:27pm

Erik smirked reading over the texts. He thought it was cute how she was tripping over him not messaging her back right away. Erik noticed that Amiyah was needy when it came to wanting his attention. Her bratty ways were revealing themselves fast and he was going to be the one to fix it.

He closed out the messages and decided to not respond. Since he was going over to Durks place to pick up his money he figured he could surprise her and try to sneak in a hug and kiss while being there. Grabbing his keys and Moncler puffer coat Erik locked his place up and went to Durks.

After a twenty minute drive Erik arrived to their apartment. Making his way through the lobby and to the elevator he pushed the up button to go to the fourth floor. When the doors opened he stepped inside slipping his hands in his pants pocket. Smiling to himself as the elevator started moving he began to think about Amiyah. He couldn’t wait to see her and hold her. Closing his eyes he could still smell her scent of the blueberry and myrrh mix that made his mouth water.

The sound of the doors opening snap him back to reality. Walking up to their door he knocked and waited hoping that she would be the one to open the door for him. His excitement was cut short when he saw it was just Durk.

“Damn nigga fuck you been at all day?” Durk spoke with a glass in his hand that held dark liquor inside. He stepped aside letting him in before closing the door behind him.

Erik’s eyes shifted towards the hall where Amiyah’s bedroom was. Listening out it was quiet. No sound of a tv or music playing like how it would usually be whenever he came over around this time. Erik quickly abandoned his look of confusion as he greeted his friend.

“I been at home getting some rest. You know how it is.” Walking over to the couch he made himself comfortable taking another quick glance towards the hall.

Durk went to a cabinet under the island in the kitchen. He pulled out a book bag and brought it to the livingroom. He sat it on the coffee table before walking over to his mini bar and poured himself another glass of Jack Daniels.

Erik’s eyebrows knitted together as he observed his friend. Whenever Durk was sipping on whiskey he was dealing with something. So when Erik seen how he was taking a glass back to back he had to break his silence.

“Nigga you wanna tell me what the fuck is going on with you? Every since I seen you before the job yesterday you been acting different as fuck. What’s good?” He spoke not holding back.

Laughing lightly Durk swirled his glass as he leaned against the bar. “Fuck would make you think something wrong with me?”

“I’ve been knowing you for quite some time now. You my brother and I know when something is bothering. Talk to me.”

At this point Erik knew it was serious. Any other time Durk wouldn’t hesitate to get it off his chest but this was different. He was holding back and he was looking guilty as hell.

“I fucked up.” He walked over to sit on the opposite side of Erik.

“With what?”

“Amiyah.” Pausing he blew out some air of frustration. “I kicked her out.” He stared at the ground taking another gulp of the hard liquor in his hand.

Erik glanced towards the back before looking back at his friend. His face scrunched up as the wrinkles in his forehead began to show. He was getting upset but he had to calm down before he said something out of his anger.

“My nigga you did what?” His jaw clenched as he waited for him to answer.

“I fucked up and told her to get her shit and leave. Now I know where she’s at.” He wiped his face down.

“What the fuck you go and do some shit like that for? The same little sister you was riding for yesterday you turn around and do this. That’s fucked up.” Shaking his head with disbelief Erik couldn’t believe what his friend was telling him right now.

“Nigga don’t be coming up in my fucking spot tryna check me on some shit I already know. I told you I fucked up and you adding fuel to the fire ain’t helping. Besides what you so mad for? You got something you trying to tell me Erik?” Durk eyed his best friend up and down curious about his anger towards the situation.

Erik lowered his head. He knew now wasn’t the right time to let him know about their relationship so he kept quiet.

“Man listen Amiyah is family to me just as much as you are. When we vowed to lookout for each other I wasn’t just making that vow towards you it was for her as well and any other person that you considered family. I look up to you out of all people because you someone who I know that values that shit. All I’m just saying is that I know you love your little sister and you got to make this right.” Every word that left his mouth was genuine.

Durks eyes never left Erik’s. He knew that he was wrong this time. It’s only been a day but he was worried about his younger sister. He wanted to know where she was and if she was safe. Did she feel safe without him? Every single question was running through his head since he got back and saw that she was really gone. Yeah he raised his voice and called her out her name but he was upset. Upset with her not showing any appreciation towards him and being ungrateful with the way he cared for her. Durk knew he told her to get out but he didn’t really want her to leave.

“I know. I got to get her back here. I’m worried about her. She’s never been on her own before.” He sat the glass down resting his elbows on his knees.

Erik wanted to tell his best friend where Amiyah was and that she was fine but he knew that it would only lead to other questions being asked and speculations that he couldn’t deal with.

“Call her and go talk to her.”

“I mean I just don’t get it. Any other time she’s too stubborn and don’t listen and this one time I tell her to leave and she just up and bounce. Why would she do that?” His voice was filled with sorrow as he questioned himself.

“I don’t know but you need to get your sister man. You know how these streets are. She’s too sheltered to be out here trusting anyone. Bring her home.” Erik demanded as he got out of his seat. Grabbing his money he dapped up Durk who was still remaining seated.

“Ight man I’ma get in touch with her today and try to make things right. But if you hear anything let me know alright.”

Nodding his head he patted his shoulder. “No doubt.”

Walking to the front door he unlocked it before hearing his name get called.

“Aye Erik.”

“What’s up?”

“How everything go with you and Cane?”

Shrugging his shoulders he answered. “Same shit different nigga.”

Durk smirked shaking his head. “I’m thinking about bringing him on. What you think?”

Erik thought to himself. He liked Cane. The young dude reminded him of himself. After seeing how he worked he no longer was skeptical about him. He just seem like a young nigga who wanted to make money. Just like Erik.

“He’s a little reckless but hey...you know we like that shit.” They laughed together in agreement.

“Yeah man I feel. And thanks for keeping it real with me earlier. It’s not a lot of niggas like you on the team.” He raised his glass towards him.

Erik saluted him before leaving. Walking down the hall he pulled out his phone and searched for Amiyah’s contact. He was agitated with the fact that she didn’t tell him about Durk kicking her out. Right now he was ready to get on to her ass about it.

Before he could even press the call icon he was interrupted with an incoming phone call. Glancing at the number his face screwed up with annoyance as he answered.

“What’s up.” He answered nonchalantly.

“Erik can we talk.” Alexis spoke softly over the phone.

Sighing he bit his bottom lip. “Listen I’m busy with something right now and I’m gon have to hit you back later.” He lied planning on blocking her number right after.

“I want to see you. It’s been a few days now.” She pleaded.

“Yeah well tonight won’t work so.” He spoke rudely trying to rush her off.

“Erik please.”

“Look Alexis I told you I won’t be able to see you so just get-“

She cut him off.

“Erik I know it was you that robbed Shawn last night.”

There was a thirty second pause before he responded.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Alexis.”

“I recognized your voice. Look I’m only calling to tell you that I want a cut. However much y’all took I want a fraction of it.”

“Oh yeah and what if you don’t get shit.” He tested her.

“Then I’m going back and letting him know that it was Durks people that robbed him. Don’t play with me Erik. I need $15,000 if you want my mouth to stay shut. Hit me back when you have it. Talk to you later Daddy.”

The line went dead. Erik looked at his phone as he was taken back by the threat he had just received.

“This bitch got me fuck up.”

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whirlybirbs · 5 years

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--- tenderly feral.

summary: you’re used to being alone. daryl, somehow, changes that. rating: t for violence, references to murder/assault/loss, s5 spoilers, if that matters. word count: 3.7k a/n: this is set mid-season 5. right before alexandria. listen, i know, i’m catching up, okay???? anyways, i wrote for daryl when i was literally in high-school and i think this is very fitting. it all comes full circle. this will, no doubt, be a series. ✘ next chapter. ✘

You’re quiet. Mean lookin’ and awfully quiet.

Daryl Dixon reasons you’re a little bit like a feral cat - used to bein’ outdoors and used to bein’ mean, mean as can be. You’re not used to havin’ others around. It shows.

You don’t trust easy.

And that’s fine, because neither does he.

You’re with the group a little over a week when you finally speak more than a word -- it’s to Rick, saying you saw some formula and diapers and baby blankets in one of the neighborhoods South of Atlanta. It’s a metaphorical olive branch; offered in favor for the next-to-nothing meals and for the church roof over your head...

For saving your skin.

Your voice is a rasp, sounds like you haven’t used it in months. The words fall past your lips slow and sluggish.

(Daryl wonders if it’s from the bruises around your neck, from the hands that had been strangling you into the pavement with no remorse when he found you.)

You’re trying to say thank you. The words don’t want come out just yet. Daryl knows how that feels. So you offer a supply run instead. Risk your neck. Show your thanks.

You figure you won’t be around for long. Might as well make it worth it.

The archer squints into the evening sky as a sunset flare draws a halo around your head.

“Didn’t think t’ grab it, then,” you mutter, lips ghosting over the words as your worried eyes bounce to the cooing infant in the officer’s arms. You toe the dirt, “But, I could grab it now. She’s gotta eat.”

Rick doesn’t trust easy anymore -- not to say he ever really did before.

His eyes narrow, a blink of a microexpression that’s laced with skepticism and curiosity and a vague sense of doubt. Despite it, you stand unwavered as Daryl watches through the mousy strands of his hair from the front steps of the church. After a moment, Rick nods.

His eyes dart across the wooded horizon.

“Tomorrow,” Rick says finally, “Sun’s gonna set soon.”

Daryl watches as you nod, shuffle past, and retreat to the church. His stare follows the steps of your well-worn boots, blue eyes watching as you weave through the open doors to the Lord’s home silently.

You’re a feral cat tryna be an indoor cat.

But you’re tryin’.

Daryl guesses that’s all that matters.

✘

You prefer being alone.

It’s just... better that way.

You leave before sun-up and come back that afternoon with a carload of supplies -- Daryl isn’t sure how you managed to swing it, heading out to the ‘burbs with the van alone like that, but you do and there’s grub in everyone’s belly at the end of the night because of it.

It’s either sheer stupidity or pure survival and Daryl isn’t sure which one.

That night, he watches from a few pews back as you fork a can of brown bread into your mouth while you shake a bottle of formula.

In the lights of the candles, you seem softer -- maybe not so mean.

You present the bottle to Carl, lips quirked up into a ghost of a smile as the boy thanks you and bounces his sister on his hip.

(The boy reminds you of someone you knew once, then, and the formula hangs between your hand and his as a memory punches you in the gut -- you remember Boston, and Pennsylvania, and every loss along the way and Carl sees it before you can wipe it away. You try your best to distract from your gaping wound with a tight-lipped smile, but the burn of tears unfallen paint the boy’s face all sorts of guilty.)

“You okay?” he asks, eyeing the bottle.

“Yeah,” you whisper, ducking to the ground, “M’ fine.”

You ain’t. Daryl sees that.

The pew creaks as Rick settles beside the archer.

Silence runs like a river between the two men as you cross the church and settle back against the wall by the altar. They’re both watching, like wolves protecting their pack, and you avoid the weight of their gazes in favor of your canned bread and the small comfort of your corner.

You swipe angrily at the tears streaking your cheeks.

Daryl sees it. He doesn’t know what to make of it, but he sees it.

This is why it’s better to be alone.

“If we’re gonna move soon, after we get Beth,” says Rick after a few beats of breath, “We need more supplies. Somethin’ t’ last us more than a few days.”

Daryl blinks into his can of beans, knee bouncing.

“Yeah.”

“She offered to show us the spot. Go with her tomorrow.”

Daryl nods, tipping back the can into his mouth as Rick pats his knee.

✘

“I’m comin’ with you.”

You go rigid, stiff as a board, when Daryl’s voice passes behind you. Swallowing, you bend at the knee and move to finish shoving a few balled up bags and some water into your camping pack -- when you stay silent, his boots carry him closer, and you’re left to eye the lopsided laces staring back at you.

“Y’ alright with that?”

“Don’t matter,” you say, words biting a bit more than you mean for them to; you’re quick to stand, hauling your pack onto your back, “... Does it?”

Suddenly, the world swings on a hinge and like a screen door slamming open, you’re locked in the orbit of Daryl Dixon. The shiner around his eye makes him look meaner than he is. Blue eyes are soft, betraying him even more. You stand straight, unwavering, as the archer wets his lips and breaks away. He toes the ground and swings his crossbow over his left shoulder as he squints along the tree line.

Mean, mean, mean. Ain’t you?

“No,” he breathes, “It don’t.”

✘

The ride to the South End ‘burbs is quiet.

You forfeited the keys without a fight, swinging yourself into the passagender side of the van -- your fingers had clawed at grime and scum lining the windshield only to yield nothing but smears. So, as the van rolls on, you opt to look out the window.

The view, however desolate and broken, is nice.

After a long stretch of road and a longer stretch of silence, Daryl finally speaks. Blue eyes dart to the curve of your face. They linger, following the column of your throat.

“... Those bruises are healin’ up good.”

He eyes the road with a noted sense of worry.

Again, you seem to stiffen and turn inward. Your hands fly to your neck, pushing the collar of your worn flannel up. The brush of your fingers spurs a wince that flashes into a snarl. Daryl sees it.

Mean.

You plant a boot on the dashboard and cross your arms.

And that’s that.

✘

You manage to stock up three bags of cans, water, and medical supplies.

It’s not much but it’s something, and as you drag yourself up into the van, you catch Daryl’s figure in the rearview. There’s a cigarette hanging between his lips, fingers prying at a bag in the trunk -- the smell of nicotine is better than that of the upholstery which has seemingly soaked up all the residue from it’s previous owner.

The stain in the carpet is big.

Your eyes fleet up from aforementioned stain, connecting with Daryl’s like keys fitting a lock.

He’s always watching.

You reason Daryl Dixon is a bit like a fighting dog -- nasty when he needs to be and fiercely protective. It shows.

He doesn’t trust easy.

And that’s fine, because neither do you.

(Even when if he is the man who’d saved your fucking life. Even if Daryl Dixon is the man who’d pried another living being off you -- even if he’d tackled that fuck to the ground while you gasped for air and stars swam in your eyes. Bloodied fingers clawed at the hot pavement and the world swayed, but you could breathe and you were alive, even if the sound of a tinkering belt and violent threats still sat in your ears.)

Trustin’ ain’t easy now-a-days.

✘

The dance of candlelight carves his face into something softer -- you swear you can see the play of a smile there when Carol talks; as the grey-haired women waves her spoon and shrugs, you find yourself missing conversation for the first time in a long time.

Maybe you have been alone for too long. It shows in moments like these.

You tuck your knees closer and fork the peaches in the tin can with an edge of frustration. In your corner, you sit, far from the lull of the group’s conversation.

But, it’s Tyreese who drags you up from the bottom of that pit of loneliness -- the deep baritone of his voice rouses your attention.

“... Where are you from, newbie?” he asks, words weighted with sincerity, “Where’s home?”

(You’re not a newbie. Maybe that lanky boy Noah is, but you’re not -- this is just something temporary between the running. This group... well, nothing is ever permanent anymore. Especially with the current state of things.)

The conversation holds itself still the lungs of those around you, stuck in their throats as Tyreese drives apart the sea and welcomes you in with a kindness unfounded.

Your eyes hit the bottom of your can. The sugar sweet peaches glisten like tears.

“Boston,” you muster finally, exhaling.

“Christ.”

A sea of murmurs. You can feel the distrust of Rick and Michonne in the tempered reactions -- as Rick bounces a cooing Judith, you’re suddenly feeling like the flame the moths flock to. You feel obligated to share this part of your story, after all isn’t that what people do?

You’re not sure. When you’re alone, you avoid the living like the plague.

But, despite your hang-up’s and hesitation, you nod again, move forward and sit up. You swallow and wet your lips.

“Been on the road for a long time.”

“How long?”

“Since it started.”

Daryl’s face flinches. You see it. He knows.

“Why?” asks Michonne with a pointed edge, “Why not... settle?”

“I did,” you say, “Tried to, at least. Then people died, shit fell apart, and... I kept moving. I had to.”

“Alone?” asks Rick, eyes narrowed.

You nod. Shame weighs your shoulders.

“Seemed like I was bad luck,” you chirp, “Real bad.”

“Well, you’re here now,” says Tyreese, “And we’re glad.”

You wonder if that’s a good thing, after all.

✘

“Here.”

You narrow your eyes.

In his hands hangs a tube. The label is faded.

You squint up at Daryl Dixon from your spot on the church’s steps as a mid-day sunray curls right around his head like a halo. His face is set in something awfully serious. Fiercely protective. Like a damn fightin’ dog.

(You wonder who holds the choke chain, who yanks the leash.

Is it Rick?)

You take it, confusion flying across your face.

“It’s some cream,” he says, “Carol found it. Said it’s good for bruises.”

You see the way his eyes fall on your throat.

“M’ fine,” you croak, “It... It don’t even hurt.”

“Bullshit.”

“How would you know, huh?” you bite, lips snarling, “I’m fine.”

“‘Cuz I been choked out before,” Daryl snaps back, looming closer, “Take th’ damn cream.”

You do, only with a lasting look of irritation. The moment the tube leaves his hands, he relaxes.

Like that, the air dissipates into stillness.

Daryl’s eyes roam the steeple. When you speak, it catches him by surprise.

“... Thanks.”

You’re still feral. But you’re tryin’.

✘

You stay back -- you don’t know much about this mission to save one of their own, but you know you want nothin’ to do with the pigs in that hospital. You’ve met them before, out on the streets of Atlanta, and you have no intention of meeting them again.

The thought leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

And when there’s trouble with the walkers that crawl to the church, following the hysterical father, you barricade them in alongside Michonne without second thought -- but this turn of fate dredges up this gut-churning feeling of bad luck.

Bad, bad luck.

And then, a fire truck full of friendly faces plow into your concept of bad luck and compounds it with a lie about a cure for all this and a busted trip to Washington.

And then, when you all drag yourselves to Grady Memorial and Daryl Dixon hauls a dead Beth Hershel out those back doors in his arms? When Maggie, the kind woman with the kind drawl crumples at the sight? When Daryl wails and Carol tries -- god she tries -- to calm them both down?

You’re left to wonder if you’re better off alone.

If you and your bad luck is better off in the streets.

Mean and awfully quiet.

✘

The group finds two cars.

They park in the woods and bury Beth at sun-down under a sky of red.

You pass dirt along the grave and remember a prayer from long ago. It’s a croak on your lips but it means something to Maggie, who reaches for your hand and thanks you after it’s all said and done.

Grief sits heavy in Daryl’s gut.

He’s at the edge of the makeshift camp, nothing but a shadow. But, you find him.

In your hands is a can of beans.

You settle next to him on the log. The wood groans but Daryl doesn’t flinch -- his eyes art trained on the low fire that glows before his boots. The embers crackle. He inhales, sharp and fast, and you don’t need to see his face to know he’s been crying.

So, you pull your knife from your boot and crack the top of the can open. You gesture it towards him.

“Eat.”

“I ain’t hungry.”

Your jaw tightens.

Silence draws itself up between you and Daryl and dances in the flames of the campfire. You bounce your knee and clutch the can. That suffocating silence swells there, finally bursting when you turn to eye him with a careful amount of worry.

“... Who was she?”

You see his mouth move. His brows knot, then his face falls.

“A friend,” he whispers, “Family.”

You wonder what that’s like -- to have both of those with the current state of things.

(You had it once -- before things fell apart and you started moving on your own. You had a sister and friends and people who had killed for you by your side. You’d killed for them, too. You would, again. Maybe you’d kill for Daryl, too. A part of you already feels like you owe him.)

“I know it’s not my place,” you say slowly, “But she’d want you t’ eat.”

Daryl’s eyes rocket upwards, catching your expression.

He knows your right.

He takes the can and your fingers brush.

“... Thanks.”

And that’s that.

✘

Tyreese.

You liked him.

You forgot how this felt. Loss. Grief. Death.

You stand shoulder to shoulder beside Daryl over a shallow grave.

And you cry.

✘

It’s bad.

You’re bad -- you’re nothing but bad luck and all this? This is how it’s gonna end.

A thousand miles, and for what? To starve on a Georgia highway?

Behind you, like a ball and chain, is a horde of walkers that snarl and gasp and trudge along, waiting for one of you to drop. You wonder if you’ll go first -- if your last meal will really be peaches. Canned fuckin’ peaches.

You swallow, swipe at your clammy skin, and keep moving.

For the first time in a long time, you’re tired of moving. Tired of running. Of being alone.

For the first time in a long time, you glad you’re not alone.

Daryl is lingering behind you. His steps are sluggish and his crossbow is slung across his waist, posed and ready. The vest around his shoulders is soaked, tattered shirt darkened with sweat. You’re no better. The hair along your neck clings with reckless abandon. You spare him a glance, then slow up to match his pace.

You’re quiet for a while, steps falling in with his.

And then you speak.

“I never said thanks.”

Daryl’s face gives nothing away. HIs eyes, though, dart to you for a moment. When you speak, your eyes are off on the horizon.

“That guy was gonna kill me over a can of soup,” you speak slowly, ignoring the garrish flashes of the scene that unfolds behind your eyes every-night, “And you stopped him.”

“... Had to.”

“No,” you shake your head, finally breaking to look at him, “You didn’t.”

He’s quiet for a few feet, then he sighs. “Jus’ ‘cause things have got t’ shit don’t mean people don’t matter.”

Your mouth goes dry. “I’m bad luck.”

“You’re not.”

“Ever since I joined up,” you drawl, movements sluggish as the horizon glimmers, “I... People have --”

“It ain’t your fault.”

His words are firm, backed by a rush of anger that knocks you for a loop. Daryl staggers along, face set in some unreadable way that leaves you wondering what he really thinks -- he’s like Rick and Michonne. Pointed and distrusting, but there’s something else there.

“Tell the others I’m goin’ t’ look for water.”

He dips into the woods and disappears.

Mean and awfully quiet.

✘

He doesn’t find water.

But when the skies split open and pour rivers of rain down on you all, you find yourself not caring. You lay in the street beside Tara and Rosita and you laugh -- peels of joyous sounds that mesh as the group scrambles to grab bags and bottles.

And when the sky roars, you and the group hole up in that barn down off the beaten path.

You curl up in a corner, far from the fire, as the come-down of the day seeps into your bones with the rain.

It’s Daryl who approaches, rousing you from a half-sleep.

He plops down against the hay bail, prompting you to stir.

You inhale and shift, rubbing your eyes. You blink at him, caught in the tired look on his face and the cut of his cheeks. He looks rough -- you haven’t known him long but you know this isn’t him. He’s a ghost of himself. Between grief and starvation, Daryl Dixon looks nothing like the man you’d watched nights ago back in the church, glowing in the light of prayer candles and good grub.

“You okay?” you ask softly, voice nothing more than a mere wisp.

“I wasn’t gonna save you at first,” he blurts, “Wasn’t gonna fight that guy, wasn’t gonna... stop him. Things have been bad and... I don’t --...”

His words die. Your chin drops.

“All this?” he gestures suddenly, “All this is just remindin’ me I’m alive, y’know?”

You turn to eye him, then nod. “Yeah.”

His fiddles with his fingers. Silence creeps between you two and your chest aches with some sort of feeling you’re not too sure of. Maybe it’s dread? Maybe it’s regret or... distrust. You don’t know. But it’s not nice.

“I’d do it again,” he leans, “If I had to.”

“Do what?”

“Kill someone,” Daryl mumbles, “If it meant savin’ you. I don’t regret that.”

You think of the sound the crossbow bolt made when it passed through that man’s skull. You think of Daryl, scrambling to help you up as a group of walkers creep in -- you think of him and Carol, prying you out of the thick of it and saving your fucking life.

“You don’t know me,” you say slowly, “What if I’m not who you think I am?”

“I’d know,” he watches you and you feel like you’re stuck in cement, “Everyone would know. But you ain’t bad. You know that.”

Maybe you do.

Again, the quiet rolls in like mist in the morning. You’ve started to realize it’s a part of Daryl -- he isn’t a talker, not like Glenn or Eugene. He’s quiet and reserved and he picks his words; there’s nothing that doesn’t matter in the way he speaks. It’s all him.

He spins a piece of grain between his fingers.

Your head rolls. You trace his profile with your eyes.

“M’ sorry about Beth.”

“Yeah,” he breathes as he drops his head back, “Me too.”

“... Think we’ll survive this?”

“We always do.”

✘

His name is Aaron.

And you don’t trust him.

You wonder if it’s because you’ve met men like him before -- promising a safe place to rest your head. Promising safety and a future. Those men have all been liars, thieves, murderers.

(You wonder if this is how Rick felt about you. If welcoming you in with Daryl’s blessing was met with the same hesitation? Were you once nothing more than another Aaron?)

But... he’s not lying.

Rick notes your discomfort. He needs that. He needs the good and the bad and the ugly, the trusting and the distrusting. He’s a good leader -- you’re seeing that now in the ex-cop.

That’s how you get shouldered in between Aaron and Michonne in the backseat of that shit-box Lincoln. That’s how you plow through the dead at 45 MPH, heart dropping into the pit of your gut as you haul ass out of the car and plunge your hunting knife into as many heads as you can. Your survival instinct is feverish and terrified and full of desperation; as you roar, Rick watches.

In a flash, something settles between you both.

You book it through the woods and hit Route 16 with no RV in sight.

No Carl, no Judith... No Daryl.

The moon casts inky shadows in your wake.

No time to stop. You all keep moving.

✘

Rick whistles. He gives a call.

There’s a response.

You carry yourself into a collision of an embrace -- Daryl curses, quietly, as he sways on his feet and grips your shoulders tightly. In the light of the alleyway, it’s just the two of you; the moment passes like a ship in the night and peel yourself away with a broken laugh.

“You okay?” he asks, stepping back and gauging you. The touch makes his skin hot.

“Fine,” you croak, “You?”

“Never better.”

✘

Alexandria is what they call it.

In the cramped back of the RV, you spare Daryl a look as the vehicle rolls to a stop and Abrahram announces the arrival with a measured level of reservation.

You can’t remember the last time you stopped running.

No better time than the present.

After all, you’re just a feral cat, tryin’ its best to be indoors.

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Ooohhh what about Erik messing with his boys sister & they get caught

Cherry checked her messages and left her granny's house looking both ways and holding the curtain of her 1B black tracks back from her face to make sure she didn't see anyone she knew hanging around the bushes or the Riverview Landing sign on the block in front of the unit. Speed-walking down to the next building in her hot pink Nike Air Max, ripped denim shorts and white beater, she saw a few faces out, but no one who could snitch to Big Eazy. The sun beamed like a flashlight trying to catch her in her wrongs.. illuminating her clear cappuccino skin. Her golden highlight gleamed off her shoulder blades and cheekbones like her Fenty glossed lips, the shine strategically placed to incite sin.. and there it was.. Erik's white S Class Mercedes parked behind a green truck. If she hadn't walked up on it, she wouldn't have seen it. Taking a final look from the corner of her eye at her surroundings, she slid into the passenger seat and put on her seatbelt while her own big nigga in the driver's seat with a white short sleeved v-neck put the car in drive and rode off, elbow out of the window and resting on the door as his hand casually blocked the lower half of his face, his finger under his nose.

"He followed you out? What did he say?"

"He doesn't know, he asked about Stucky."

"Stucky?" He kissed his teeth. "He had that shit coming no cap."

"Okay well his pregnant girlfriend got shot up too, did she deserve that?"

"For fuckin that nigga? Yes." He turned on the highway.

"Well I'm fuckin you! Do I deserve to get shot in my house?"

"Big Eazy wouldn't let that happen."

"Big Eazy would shoot my ass.. and yours too," Cherry mumbled looking forward.

"You'd have time to run. He'd shoot me first," Erik laughed like it was a joke. Cherry was serious. She felt uneasy creeping behind Eazy's back, but being with Erik.. It was like no one's opinion of her mattered and she could take the risk.

"Baby it's been mooonths.. I'm tired of sneaking around, I wanna enjoy you!" Her hand rubbed his thigh moving inward to the seat of his soft navy blue pants, bunching the fabric as she grabbed his meat tracing the outline against his thigh. "I need to show off my man! I can't deal with Eazy coming between us like this, controlling my love life. Daddy used to do that before he got shot."

"He care about you, you all he got.. Honestly I'd be the same way."

Cherry rolled her eyes taking off her sunglasses. "If you were in my shoes, E, you'd have left a long time ago. You wouldn't put up with half of what I deal with on the regular. He still see me as his kid sister and I'm grown! I'm 25, I'm in school, I got a part-time. I be out here too."

"In his eyes you gone always be baby sis, you can't change that, baby."

Cherry pouted, her lip poking out as she sat arms crossed. She watched Erik's hand on the wheel as he pulled into the Chik-Fil-A dive thru ordering 2 chicken sandwich combos with lemonades, saving his to eat when he reached home. Cherry ate hers in the car on the way finishing when Erik pulled into White Pine apartments.. his building, one that was leagues removed from and ten times better than any place in or around Riverview Landing. The streets were clean. No one was out. The grass was green and trimmed. It was quiet. The hedges were in shape. Cherry wished she could stay there with Erik instead of with her grandma, but Eazy lived in White Pine too, he just worked the block in Riverview. Cherry recalled back when she was 16, Eazy and Erik shot up some niggas tryna sell on their block. The cops came and no one would talk because they knew Eazy, Erik and their other homies would catch them out slippin or break into their house. Here at White Pine, they were more subtle but they were still the main dealers.

Cherry followed Erik into his apartment on the fourth floor knowing her brother's empty apartment was on the fifth and as soon as she pressed the door closed, Erik grabbed her waist spinning her to where she could pull his neck and kiss him, her knee rising up his hip enough for him to catch the hint and pick her up. He sat on the loveseat with her in his lap straddling him as she stayed glued to his lips, refusing him air, kissing and sucking on his lips while he rubbed her booty in circles. She missed this contact, she hadn't kissed him like this since they snuck and met up last week. She had a week's worth of kisses to give as she grinded on his lap.

Erik rubbed and smacked her ass, gripping the back of her neck to pull her up and she released his mouth looking him in his eyes. They were low just like she liked them because it meant he was wanting her just as bad.

"Take your clothes off and get in the bed, wait for me," he whispered and Cherry lifted quickly to go to the room. Eight big bags of weed sat stacked on the dresser next to two pistols and a few small plastic bags of that white girl. Taking off her outfit and folding it to set on his nightstand with her Nikes on the floor, socks in the Nikes, she stood nude in her cappuccino glory, sliding between the cool black satin sheets and resting her head on the black satin pillow case. If Eazy knew Erik had bought these with her in mind and not some random hoes, it would've been a murder. If Erik wasn't such a good liar in the first place, there would've been a murder. She tried not to think about it and instead thought of how much she missed her man. She was finally getting quality time uninterrupted and she didn't have to pretend to be a play sis because that shit died a long time ago.

When Erik came in the room, he was chewing with fat chipmunk cheeks and his lemonade in hand.

"Come here, baby," Cherry smiled with a slow curve of her index. The two tatted cherries on a stem between her titties showed past the blanket. He set the cup on the dresser and pulled off the navy plaid button up that hung open over his defined abs and the exposed band of his white Calvin Klein briefs under navy sweats. Cherry kissed her teeth as he took time to swallow, sip his drink again and smile before kicking off his shoes and pants to jump in the bed squeezing Cherry to his chest.

"Your breath smell like hot sauce," she frowned but it ain't stop her from wrapping her leg firmly around his thigh.

"And you smell like fried chicken," he mumbled pressing his nose to hers. He turned her over so he was on top as she rested her hands around his thick stocky neck, rubbing his nape.

"Shut up," she chuckled squeezing his neck briefly, "and gimme that dick." She pressed her lips into his neck as his slim long legs tangled with hers. Immediately, his dick aligned with help from his hand and he went straight into the pussy no foreplay. Cherry hummed from the delicious feeling of being filled, grabbing his hips and pulling him deep into her wet kitkat as she locked her legs over his ass. "Show me how much you love this pussy."

She had having been craving his dick for an entire week. He snapped his ass repeatedly and it was like clicking his heels to send her to heaven. Now that she finally had her boo thang's soul pole, she could grab on his locs and pull them. He only let her do it when they had sex as he ain't like people touching his hair. She wrapped his locs around her fingers and tugged guiding her tongue forcefully into his mouth as he dug his hips filling her full of his fat curved dick. Suddenly he switched up with his curve and Cherry threw her head back overcome with a sudden wave of pleasure. He stretched a heavy arm above her head and braced the other against the bed as he threw his body grinding roughly, swiveling his hips and shaking her entire body underneath his weight. Cherry and gripped and scratched wildly over his back and sides, his arms, feeling her body bounce under him as she listened to his hard breaths coming out in pants, her sensitive nipples rubbing aggressively against his chest. She rolled her hips to his pace and feeling herself climb toward a new orgasm, she grabbed his ass pushing his pelvis down to keep his rhythm consistent.. holding onto the sweet feeling of her inevitable nut. He was fucking her so good, reaching under her ass to grab it and hold her pussy in place as he fucked it, panting over her ignorant to the red marks collecting on his smooth skin.

"Oh fuck yes baby!" Cherry was breathless clutching onto him like she'd drown if she let go. "Show me how much you love this pussy!"

"I luh this pussy baby," he moaned in her ear, "Shit I'm cummin."

"Nut in me," she begged. Pulling out he climbed quickly up her body.

"Open your mouth." The tip of his dick knocked on her bottom lip and when she opened her mouth, his dick coated in her juice plopped in it. She sealed her lips around the head and from on her back she bobbed her head up and down on his length as he held it. In seconds she felt warm liquid burst in her mouth and she swallowed it with her spit. Sighing like he'd run a marathon, he pulled back dropped his face between her glossy inner thighs. She grabbed his locs again to guide him and hold him in place as he licked on her the way she loved, licking over her glossy folds and sucking until she shook.

"Shiiiit..," she smiled feeling better already. She felt like she was glowing. She needed a smoke. "I need more dickkk," she grinned lifting to look at Erik. He was smirking. It typically took a few rounds before she was out.

"Let's go," he chuckled. "I'm ready for whatever babe."

Cherry climbed on top this time as he hung his wrists in the air waiting for her to get right and situated on his dick and find a rhythm before holding her waist. She put the tops of her feet against the inside of his knees and he chuckled knowing what was coming. Her knees went on the bed outside his legs and raising her ass high to the end of his dick, she drove her pussy down and bounced her ass right back high to the tip of his dick.

"Gotdammit fuckin bitch," he sputtered. She could feel her pussy dripping and knew it was sliding down his shaft as she bounced up and down, up and down, draining his soul quickly with every bounce. "Shit I'm bout to nut," he hissed with Cherry bouncing harder. "Cherry," he warned with a sharp exhale, his eyes focused on the ceiling. Anywhere but at her. "Shit, stop.." Hell no, she thought enjoying seeing him squirm. She wanted his baby though she knew he wasn't quite ready. He could get ready. Quickly, he pinched her thigh hard and pushed her off his dick right before leaking a stream of cum onto his thigh and onto the sheet. His dick twitched on its own spurting a bit more and he calmed it with his hand sighing deeply. He closed his eyes.

"Next time I'm throwing yo ass off my bed."

"Next time wear a condom then, but you won't feel shit," she giggled not really wanting that at all. She kissed his forehead and rubbed her hand over his beard to his chest.

"I ain't in a position for kids right now, Cherry, neither are you. You got school and yo job. How you gonna juggle a damn baby?"

"I'm not stupid," she frowned, "I don't need a baby right now but I do want one." She rubbed the tip of his nose with his index and he didn't move. "...with you. Maybe sometime in the next two years."

"Ion know bout all that," Erik muttered sitting up. Cherry rolled her eyes. She'd just have to keep tryna convince him.

"Besides, what I'm a tell Eazy? We been bros since middle school I can't do that shit. I'm already in deep enough, I'm fuckin my brother's lil sister."

"Don't say it like that!"

"That's what it is.. that's my nigga. How we gone explain this shit, Cherry?"

"I wish we could just tell him.. If he loves me he should accept that I'm grown and I do what and who I want when I want."

"You don't wanna do that," Erik cautioned. "You ain't that grown, you still living with g-ma in the crib.. Eazy still pay the bills and for your classes. You at least need to be independent before you say anything to that nigga."

"Erik! This is ridiculous. I'm tired, I just wanna live my life. I want us to go on dates and be seen in public. I don't wanna be duckin and timing our exits and whispering at night. That's high school shit.."

"You think I wanna creep in shit? I ain't crept since 8th grade. This ain't ideal for me either. We gotta be smart about it though, timing is important." Cherry whined feeling defeated and Erik draped an arm around her shoulder, cradling her. "We'll figure this out, be patient." He kissed her forehead and stood grabbing his lemonade and gesturing for her to get up so he could change the sheet.

After a cuddle session and long talk, Cherry fixed herself up in his bathroom, redressed, and Erik drove her back to Riverview Landing dropping her off a building away, riding off.

Looking around for anyone who could recognize what had just happened she didnt see anyone and turned quickly to jog to her building.

"Yo," a voice yelled. Her spine stiffened as she looked around not seeing anyone of consequence. "Up here," he called and she looked up to a balcony with a guy sitting out shirtless smoking a black n mild. It was Leonard, a guy under Eazy's thumb. Instantly thumb set in. He leaned forward blowing out a puff of smoke. "What you up to Cherry?"

"None of your damn business," she snapped as she continued to walk, nervous as ever.

"I see. Maybe it's Eazy business," he said loud enough for her to hear on the ground. He always had a big mouth, he was a glorified snitch.

"What you want," Cherry stomped coming to a standstill.

"Don't want nothing just wondering why was out for three hours with the boy E." He shrugged puffing the black again his eyes still on hers. "You ain't… doing shit you ain't supposed to.. are you?"

"He's my bro what are you saying to me right now?"

"Nah," Leonard spit off the balcony onto another part of the sidewalk. "That's not what I saw."

"Well I don't know what the fuck you think you saw," Cherry muttered continuing to the entrance of her grandma's building. She was sweating, pausing outside of the door before she put her key in to open it. She hoped to God that Eazy was somewhere selling in a different building. She turned the key and walked in… there sitting with a gang of other niggas was Big Eazy. He looked up and the look on his face was like he knew something. He didn't blink, he just glared the way he had that time when he she accidentally broke his memory thing on his game system.

She tried to walk by to her room. Her grandmother was at bingo.

"You just gone walk by?" He was angry, she could hear it in his voice. Swallowing, she close her eyes and headed back to where he was.

"Eazy-"

"Eazy! Don't Eazy me, how the fuck you gone do that to your own flesh and blood, Cherry? You gone fuck the homie? My brother? He posed to be yo brother too and you fuck him? That's some backwards ass treacherous shit sis-"

"He's not my brother!" Cherry snapped. "He's not blood, he's not related to us, he's a friend, yeah.. but that's why I like him! Wouldn't you want me with someone we trust?! You want me with just anybody?!"

"Not my brother, stupid! That's fucked up!" He jumped up but Cherry wasn't afraid anymore. She was just pissed.

"You always do this! I'm not a baby, I'm a grown ass woman."

One of his guys scoffed and Cherry smacked him in the head shutting him up as he looked up in surprise. What was he gonna do hit Eazy's sister in their grandma's house?

"No, you not. You a lil ass girl and you fuckin up your life! You out fucking dealers an shit! You know what he is? You know what he into? I can count on two hands the people that nigga killed and the niggas after him, he's the worst nigga you could choose. You need a nice lil college boy. Smart. Someone with a future, not some fuckin hoodrat ass nigga!"

"Do you hear yourself..?" Cherry was in shock.

"I ain't raise you to end up like mom. You don't need a nigga like dad. You don't need a nigga like me. Do better, Cher… DO BETTER!" He looked wide-eyed like he wanted to shake her and she could feel his conviction like he really hated himself and who he was, it shocked her. Never had she been ashamed of him or who he was. She didn't expect this.

"Eazy-"

"NO!" He shook his head. "I can't accept it.."

Cherry took a deep breath looking him in the eye. "You have to.. I love him.. and I love you. If you love me, you'll accept that and let me make my own decision. Trust me."

"I can't," he shrugged taking a deep sigh. "Look… I can't allow this. Either you stop seeing him.. or I'm cutting your funding for school."

"You can't do that!"

"I will."

Cherry gaped staring at her brother with new eyes. This was what Erik meant, why he really couldn't know. She wanted to cry, but refused to do it in front of his boys. "Fine," she whispered, the air knocked out of her lungs. "I don't need you," she shrugged, a tear falling despite her strong will. She headed to her room and packed a bag, walking out the apartment without a backward glance. She'd come back when he was gone. In the meantime she called Erik.

"Cherry?" He sounded confused because she didn't typically call him when she was around her brother. "What's wrong?" The concern was there in his voice and she knew she'd chosen the right guy. Sniffling, she let her tears fall.

"He knows.."

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selfish-ff · 7 years

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03: One More Shot

Mali

“Girl, my brother said this shit supposed to be jumpin’.” Dylan hyped, bouncing in the driver’s seat.

My new roommate and I were about to head out to some house party. The last time I went out was with Olivia and that was some white fraternity party. It was chill but it wasn’t really my scene. Dylan’s brother had told her that this party was over there near Ms. Keisha’s house so I knew this was about to be live. I looked up in Dylan’s rear view mirror. I checked my baby hairs and made sure nothing was in between my teeth.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot. I brought a little something. Dig in my purse and pull out the Amsterdam.” Dylan pointed down in between my legs. I did as she said and pulled out a big ass bottle of peach Amsterdam.

“You shouldn’t be riding around here with this shit, Dylan.” I frowned.

She kissed her teeth, grabbing the bottle out of my hand and taking the bottle to the head. Her face scrunched up after removing the bottle from her lips. I laughed, cause this bitch thought she was raw.

“Here, take this shit because when I get to this party I’m tryna be fucking lit.” She passed the bottle back.

I sighed, before taking the bottle to the head as well. The shit was light weight so I removed it from my lips and shrugged. I placed the bottle in between my legs, and Dylan backed out of the dorm’s parking lot.

“Them fine ass Brook brothers are about to be in this joint, and I’m tryna fuck with Jah.” Dylan admitted.

“Who are the Brook brothers?” I questioned, she looked over at me like I was crazy.

“Jahari, Dontae, and June…Girl them niggas own the hood, and are about they business. You better get hip boo.”

I rolled my eyes at her mentioning June. I didn’t know why, but I was kind of hurt that he hadn’t text me after he had insisted that I gave him my number. I sort of felt like I was some type of side chick, when I wasn’t even messing with the nigga.

“What’s that sour face for?” She lightly shoved me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“I had a couple run ins with June, he ain’t all that.” I replied nonchalantly because I didn’t want her to know that I was interested in him. I was known to be lowkey about my personal life and I wanted to keep it that way.

She chuckled, and twisted her lips to the side.

“You a damn lie. They are definitely all of that and more. June gotta little piece anyways.”

I was sure that the disappointment was shown on my face. I wouldn’t have thought he was messing with someone when he was all up in my face every time he sees me. But, at the same time, I should have known. Every hood nigga has a boat load of hos that they gotta keep on their team.

“Good for him…” I spoke lowly, drinking some more of the Amsterdam.

“Yeah, I want to introduce you to my brother though. I could see ya’ll vibing.”

I didn’t know how I felt about that. I had moved down here to focus on me and my future career. I didn’t want to get caught up with some nigga. That had happened to me before and I promised myself I wouldn’t let it happen again.

So, I didn’t respond to Dylan. I think she knew she wasn’t get much out of me for the rest of the ride because she turned the music back up. I took another swig out of the bottle and placed it back down in her purse. I was hoping that this night would be one for the books.

“Oh shit shorty, excuse me…” I huffed, holding on tightly to Dylan’s hand.

That was the third nigga to step on my white polished toes. The house was filled with people from the bottom level all the way to the top. People were even chest to chest crowded on the stairwell. Dylan’s brother was right, this party was the place to be.

I had walked into the house nervously. I wasn’t nervous because I had never been to a house party like this. I was nervous because I didn’t know people out here like I knew people out in Atlanta.

“We needa get some drinks from out of the kitchen…” Dylan shouted over the blaring music, tugging me forward.

Once we made it to the kitchen, Dylan grabbed two red solo cups, and handed me one. I looked down in the cup and turned my face up. Before I could even put the cup up to my lips Dylan had already downed hers. She did a shivering dance, and watched me, waiting for me to finish mine. I hesitantly took back my cup as well. I frowned down at the cup, because I knew from the taste that it was Henny. I hated Henny.

“Don’t ever make me drink that shit again…” I spat, and she laughed.

“Girl, whatever. That’s all these niggas be having. You need to get loose, you a little uptight” I rolled my eyes, and searched around the party to see if I could find June. I needed to find someone that I was familiar with.

“Damn Dyl, who is this little fine shorty right here?” I turned back around to Dylan, to see some basketball player built dude standing beside her, cheesing down at me. He licked his lips, and swiped a hand over his fade.

“That’s my new roommate, Mali! Mali this is my brother Jordan.” Dylan tossed her cup in the trash, and went off to dance with the rest.

Jordan peered down at me with a seductive look, I rubbed my arm and chuckled. He pulled me close, trapping me in between him and the island in the middle of the kitchen. He bent his head down and sniffed around me like he was a little puppy. I couldn’t help it, I busted out laughing causing him to smile. He rested his forehead on my shoulder, and battled with laughter as well.

When he stood back up, he stared down into my eyes making me weak in the knees.

“You smell good, what’s that?” He spoke loud enough that I could hear him over the music.

“Some coconut fragrance my sister bought me, I forgot the name of it.” He nodded, and looked back at the party.

“I’m feeling your vibe shorty, and I want to get to know you. But, that’s a problem cause of all this noise. You wanna kick it in my truck?”

I wasn’t going to lie and say I wasn’t interested in getting to know him. Something about Jordan was pulling me in, so much that I decided to agree.

“Yeah, that would be cool…” We both smiled at each other before he pulled me through the party and back outside.

June

“Last thing I want to do is turn out with some fucking babies!” Dontae growled, angry like always.

We had someone on our team following Jordan around. We found out that this nigga decided instead of paying what he owes us he would be out here partying. Little does he know the party is gonna end a little early tonight.

“Nigga, you were one of the first to agree that this nigga needs to disappear.”

“That didn’t mean I wanted to be helping with the disappearing act! I got other shit that I need to be dealing with.” I chuckled because I knew exactly what this nigga was talking about.

“Get out of your feelings bro. Pick one shorty and keep it pushin.” Dontae looked back at me with a mug. Here we go again.

“I’m gonna keep fucking with both. They either gonna be okay with it or they gonna be okay with it.”

“That’s some abusive shit to say, Tae.” I shook my head, and he just huffed turning back around.

“I’m feeling both though, so I couldn’t see myself choosing.”

I decided to leave the conversation at that. I knew I would have to get Dontae to understand that he couldn’t have his cake and eat it too. But, I knew my brother. He could only take so much criticism at a time before the nigga was bound to blow his top.

“Well, worry about all that shit after we handle this.” Jahari pulled up on the curb outside of the house party.

The party was live as fuck. We could hear the music from inside Jah’s truck. There was some good looking shorties chilling out on the lawn with some niggas I’ve seen around the way. Red solo cups all over the lawn and broken glass in the driveway from alcohol bottles.

As soon as I opened my door the smell was so loud. I smiled widely, leading the way up to the house. Everyone’s mouths were wide open, surprised to even see us show up to a function like this. My brothers and I were real lowkey since our business was starting to expand. I couldn’t be caught dead in these little street parties when there’s money to be made.

All the bitches started flocking to us, treating us like the street royalty that we were. The niggas stepped back not saying a damn thing cause they already knew what it was.

“June, what’s up baby!” I smirked over at shorty, because I was nice when I wanted to be.

My brothers and I didn’t even have to push through the party like everybody else. They all made a path for us, parting this bitch like the red sea. I searched around to see if I could find this nigga so I could keep it pushing.

“Jahari, come here!” We looked back at shorty. Jahari walked over to her, whispering something in her ear. He was spitting his usual mack-daddy shit to her. I knew from the satisfied look on her face.

She followed behind him as he made it back over to us.

The music stopped, and one of the little niggas that was out there selling for us stood up on the couch. I could tell the nigga was gone, the way he was rocking back and forth. I shook my head, and waited to hear what the nigga had to say.

“Ay ya’ll we got the fucking Brook brothers in this bitch! Everybody show them love!” I threw my twos up for me and my brothers while everyone made some noise for us.

We didn’t come here to party with these niggas, so we walked off while they were still going crazy.

“So, show us where your brother’s at and I’ll give you somethin in return, shorty.”

The girl chuckled stupidly.

“He’s chilling in his truck with my roommate, what ya’ll need him for?”

“Bitch, where the fuck is the nigga!” Dontae’s inpatient ass barked at shorty, freaking her out.

She didn’t say anything else, she just walked off. I thought she was trying to run off but she had led us straight to a blue ford truck. I could see Jordan in the driver seat with a blunt to the face but because of all the cloudy smoke I couldn’t see who shorty was.

“Ya’ll better not be on some bullshit…” She spat, looking directly at Dontae. He shrugged.

I felt bad for shorty because that’s exactly what we were on, bullshit. She was about to lose someone that was close to her. At the end of the day that nigga shouldn’t be playing with his life like this. Without further conversation Dontae swung the door open. I frowned after seeing that Mali was the chick he was with in here.

“What the fuck ya’ll on?” Jordan shouted angrily, looking at all of us with a glare.

“Nah, we tryna figure out what you on bitch!” Dontae slapped the blunt out of Jordan’s mouth. It dropped down in Jordan’s lap, burning his white pants.

I couldn’t even focus on what was going on with Jordan, all my attention was on Mali.

“Aye shorty, let me holla at you…” I spoke over the commotion, and she hesitated to get out the truck but eventually did.

“What the fuck, June? That’s not a priority.” Jahari spoke up, but I ignored him and walked across the street with shorty. Them niggas could handle it without me.

“That nigga isn’t a good look…” I stood inches away from her, towering over her little frame. She looked up at me, and rolled them pretty ass eyes.

“And you are? I heard you have a whole ass girlfriend so why are you over here worried about me?” She crossed her arms to her chest, with her lips pouting out. Little mama was so fucking fine, I couldn’t help but smile. “There’s nothing to smile about, June!”

“Just looking at your cute ass makes me smile.” She blushed, and looked back at what was going on behind us. My brothers were still in Jordan’s face questioning him while his little sister was trying to be the meditator and shit. I gently pushed her attention back to me by a tap on the chin.

“Even if I did have a girl what’s that got to do with our friendship?”

“A lot actually, I’m not tryna step on anyone’s toes.” I nodded, stroking my chin hair.

“I hear you, but let me worry about my girl. I’m just tryna be a friend. I know you new out here and I wanna help with anything I can help you with.” She shrugged, and bit down on her bottom lip. She smiled making her bottom lip pop out.

“You have my number…” She simply said before walking off to Dylan.

“I didn’t take shit from ya’ll! I put that on my fucking life!” Jordan shouted, while Dontae had a tight grip on the nigga’s collar.

“I don’t like liars, nigga!” Jahari spat, punching Jordan in the jaw making blood gush out his mouth. Dylan screamed, causing every nosy body to come out of the house.

“Okay, niggas. This getting out of hand. Let’s go…” I said, pulling Dontae and Jahari away from Jordan.

Today was supposed to be the day Jordan met his maker. But, Dontae and Jahari were showing out which was causing a scene. We would have to catch him some other time.

“You ready? I’m outside…”

“Yeah, here I come…” Arielle replied.

There was a lot of rustling going on so I knew she was rushing to get all her shit together. I licked my lips and looked around shorty’s apartment complex. It was a nice little place away from the streets.

Since she was just now getting off her feet with this tattooing gig I would help her out with rent every once and a while.

She wanted us to get a place together but I wasn’t in the mindset to have a shorty up under me all the time, clocking all my moves. I was a very busy man that needed to be focus all the time. I knew having her around my living space would throw my game off. I was sure of it.

“Hey baby…” She greeted my lips with a kiss after sliding into my whip.

After she buckled up, I zoomed out of the parking lot. I had one hand on the wheel while the other stroked my goatee. The shit we were about to get into had me in deep thought. I mean it’s not like it was the first time, I’d taken her out here before. But, shit popped off during every visit made to this nigga.

“You sure you want to do this baby girl? We can get some breakfast then I can drop you off at work.” I peered over at her. She sighed, locking and dropping her phone into her lap.

“He’s my brother June…”

“I don’t think you should keep visiting this nigga. Every time we go out here his ass is two seconds away from getting his shit peeled back. I don’t like the way he be talking to you.” I told her truthfully, clenching my jaw.

“I should be there for him since no one else in the family will. You love your brothers even when they talk shit to you. I love my brother even when he doesn’t treat me right because he hasn’t always been this way. Something happened to him down the line, and I want him to eventually feel comfortable enough to share that with me.”

I understood where she was coming from so I didn’t push it any further. But, that didn’t mean I was okay with him dogging my girl out. I knew I would end up checking this nigga down the line but not with his sister around.

I pulled up into the visitor parking lot of the penitentiary. I turned the car off, got out, and locked the doors after Ari got out as well. We walked up hand in and hand. I knew shorty needed all the support that she could get. Her palm was sweating but I wasn’t even tripping because I knew she was nervous. She was every trip.

We signed in as Aiden’s visitors, and the officer ushered us to the visitation room. Every time I came into this joint I would run into someone I knew. I had some family, and some street soldiers in here. I was a well-known nigga so I was bound to run into someone I know everywhere I go.

“I know this ain’t my little nigga, June!” I looked over at where the voice was coming from, I smiled big.

It was my grandmother’s brother, the nigga that helped me and my brothers jump start in the streets. I brought Arielle with me over to him. She needed to be with me during the whole time we were here. I didn’t trust none of these niggas up in here.

“What’s up man, how you holding up?” I questioned, bringing my uncle into a brotherly hug.

“Man, I’m just tryna survive. I got two more years left. You got something for the old man to do when he get out?”

“Now Unc, you know that we got something for you. If It wasn’t for you, none of this shit would be the way it is.” He nodded, and then looked over at Arielle with a knowing smile.

“Who is this young lady?” I looked over at Arielle, as she looked around nervously. I tugged her hand a little and she looked between the two of us.

“This my girl Arielle. Babe, this the uncle I was talking to you about.” She smiled wide as hell.

“It is so nice to meet you, sir. June and his brothers talk about you all the time.”

“These little niggas are my everything. Please keep this youngin’ out of trouble, honey.” She nodded, and hooked her arm around my waist. I kissed her temple.

“Arielle, I thought you were visiting my ass what the fuck you talking to that old ass bag of dust for?” I growled at the sound of that bitch nigga’s voice. I felt my temper building from the fact that this nigga was referring to my blood.

I turned around quick, about to haul off towards that nigga but Arielle pulled my arm with all her strength.

“You need to watch who the fuck you talking about, nigga! I don’t play with mine at all!” I barked to him. The guards around were walking over to us.

“Baby, calm down…” Arielle said softly, stroking my arm.

“Listen to your lady, June. I’m good, that young man gets enough shit up in here anyways.” Arielle looked at my Uncle confused. I snatched out of Arielle’s grip, and covered my face with my hands. I was trying my best not to get in this nigga’s ass.

“Arielle, I don’t think I can go over there with you today, shorty.” I looked down at her apologetically, and she pouted.

“You promised June…Please just ignore him, I can’t do this without you.” I huffed, and said okay. I said my goodbyes to my Uncle and walked over to Aiden with Arielle.

As soon as we sat down in front of him he had a smirk on his face. I wanted to shoot the shit off his face.

“How are you, Aiden?” Arielle started.

“How the fuck you think I’m doing? Don’t come in here with them stupid ass questions you be having.”

“What the fuck did I just say to your bitch ass?” I gritted through my teeth and jumped towards this nigga. He flinched, and cleared his throat,

“I’m aight, Arielle. Why you always bringing him in here when he obviously hates my ass?”

“Cause I’m her nigga, and I’m gonna always make sure she’s good. Next conversation.”

“Baby, it’s okay I can speak for myself. Thank you though…” Arielle gently rested her hand on my face. I nodded and looked around the room before giving Aiden my attention again.

Aiden rolled his eyes, and sat back in his chair.

“Mama said she’s gonna come visit you soon with Kelsey. Your baby girl is getting so big, Aiden.” Arielle cooed.

“Nah, don’t let Kelsey come in here seeing me like this. And fuck mama tell her ass that she’s dead to me. She’s the reason I’m in this bitch.” Arielle huffed, looked down at her folded hands. I tapped my foot getting even more irritated with this visit as the time went by.

“Aiden, you shot and raped your girlfriend. That’s really fucked up, and what mama did needed to be done. You need this because the shit you’ve been doing isn’t okay. I want to be on your side but you just keep fucking up. Don’t you want to do better for your daughter?” Arielle questioned with irritation in her tone.

“Man fuck this…” He spat, before pushing himself out the chair and walking back to the guard in the back. They cuffed him again, and walked him back to his cell.

Arielle was next to me bawling. I helped her stand up, and held her while we walked out the visitation room. I felt bad because shorty really put her family in the middle of her heart and nobody gave her the same love. That’s why I gave her so much love, because shorty needed that from somebody.

Mali

I had just got out of my psychology class and was about to meet up with Dylan for lunch when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took my phone out and smiled down at the message.

Jordan: I’m sorry about what happened the other night, them niggas always on my back. Let’s meet up for lunch tomorrow?

I typed a quick message to let him know I was down for that idea.

Jordan was a cool dude to hang with. I don’t think I could see myself dating him. He was fine and very charismatic. But, I could tell that he was one of them niggas that be fucking around. I saw that a lot of women were blowing his line up when we were in his truck . I didn’t want any parts of that.

I walked into our student union in search for Dylan.

When I saw her sitting down at one of the tables on Facetime. I walked up to the table, and sat in the chair. She moved the phone from her face.

“I think I’m about to get Chik-Fil-A…But, I’m wrapping up my conversation with Jah.” She smiled wide.

My eyes bulged out at the fact that she was chatting it up with the guy that had punched the shit out of her brother. This girl was really something else. I knew Jordan wouldn’t be happy if he knew she was chatting it up with him.

“Okay, come over later… Yeah, you can bring June.” She spoked into her earphones.

I gasped, and motioned for her to cut that idea out. She chuckled, and shook her head before saying goodbye to him.

“Why did you invite them over, Dylan?” I spoke angrily.

“He’s probably not even gonna come. Calm down. Jah was just messing around because he knew you were at the table.” I let out a breath of relief

We both got up and headed towards Chik-Fil-A. We talked a little about the classes we had today, and about some poetry event that was coming up in a couple days. Dylan swore she was going to perform, and I was excited. She had some good quality work that could be shared.

“So, you and Jah are a thing now?” I asked, while we waited for out orders. She shrugged, and smirked.

“I don’t know…I told you my goal is to fuck with him. I think I’m just gonna fuck him and boot him. Whenever I say I’m tryna do something, I’m determined to do it.”

I thought that was a silly way to think of things, because he had literally threatened her brother’s life. But, I guess not everyone thought the same about things.

“What did June say when he pulled you to the side? If his girl knew he did that she would blow up the entire city. She love’s that nigga’s dirty drawers.”

We both got our food, and headed back to the table we were sitting at before.

“He just said he wanted to show me around because he knows I’m new to the city.” Dylan busted out laughing, and started coughing from how hard she was laughing.

“That’s some head ass shit to say!” I chuckled, thinking the same thing.

“I’m not a homewrecker, so I don’t plan on starting anything with him.”

“Yeah, you don’t plan on it but things can definitely change.” I shook my head, I couldn’t see myself being a side-chick. I was aware of my self-worth and being someone’s second thought was not it.

“I doubt it…” I said lowly while I looked down at the message my sister text me asking me to watch my niece tonight. She was meeting up with some guy about opening another tattoo shop in Westlake.

I agreed, since I wasn’t doing anything else for the day.

#Dave East #Fan Fiction #Fan Fic #Selfish #Chris Brown #The Game #Bryson Tiller

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truglori · 3 years

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Homebody (Ch.2)

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black OC

Warnings: Language

“Girl and when did all of this go down again?”

Amiyah laughed as she told her best friend , Kelley, about what took place between her and Erik. Kelley was someone who she met when she first started working at the boutique at the age of nineteen. She was only two years older than her. One day they decided to go get lunch together and found themselves hitting it off and have been inseparable since. Now they were two years strong into their friendship.

“I told you about three night’s ago. You would’ve known earlier if you would actually come to work.” She replied smartly while placing a jacket back on to the rack.

“And why am I just now hearing about this? You act like you can’t call me or text me.”

“Well that’s because I wanted to tell you in person to see your face when I tell you this part...He said that he was going to try and start approaching me more because we don’t speak to each other enough.” Amiyah couldn’t contain her smile.

“Are you serious?” Kelley’s mouth dropped. “Wait where was your brother during all of this?”

“Oh um I think he was in his car. Why?”

She shook her head. “Mmm that explains it.”

Curious to know Amiyah stopped folding the shirts. “Explain what?”

“That niggas only want to get bold when they get you alone. Never tough enough to do that shit in front of people. You know that was one of the reasons why I stopped fucking with Tony.” She spoke about her ex.

“First off you and I both know that Erik is nothing like Tony. That nigga was different and I don’t think he’s scared to say it in front of everyone...it’s just you know how my brother can be.”

“Overprotective.” They stated in unison.

“I know you like him sis but just be careful. You know dealing with his situation. Can’t be running around here being nobody’s side piece no matter how fine they are.”

“I’m not anybody’s anything. I’m just telling you what went down between us and you don’t know how someone relationship look like behind close doors.” Amiyah expressed becoming offensive.

Kelley playfully rolled her eyes dropping the topic while taking snap chat pictures by the register. Our manager, Rhonda, walked out of the back office with a clipboard catching her in act. She went up to her taking her phone pointing it at her.

“Kelley I don’t pay you to sit here on your phone lil girl. Do some work now before I make you clock out and send you home.”

Placing the phone down in front of her, Rhonda went back to doing inventory check.

“Not you acting like you my mama.” Kelley mumbled before going over to help Amiyah with the last of the restock.

They both mocked her words before silently laughing amongst one another. It wasn’t too long before they heard the bell on the front door signaling that there was new customers coming in. They turned their heads to see who it was.

“Hello, welcome Bella Ella’s ladies. If you need help finding anything don’t be afraid to ask these young women over here to help you.” Rhonda smiled at the group of four before disappearing back into her office.

Walking over to stand next to Amiyah, Kelley whispered in her ear.

“Aw shit ain’t that ole boy girl?” She turned to face her best friend finding the answer she was looking for by the expression on her face. She shook her head heading back to the register.

It was Alexis. Erik’s somewhat “girlfriend”. No she didn’t think that out of jealousy because there was some truth behind it. From all the conversations that she eavesdropped on between her brother and Erik, Alexis didn’t really hold a title like she thought she did. According to Erik she was just ‘fun for now’, whatever that meant. Alexis wasn’t anyone new around the block. She had her share of men who had some money and power to go along with it. With the pretty face that she had and the body to match it wasn’t hard for her to climb her to the top where the money was. Most niggas in the hood would love to be seen with a girl like her on their arm.

“Yeah.” Amiyah spoke softly to herself as her mood shifted a bit.

“Y’all need to help me find something. Tonight is date night with Erik. We do this every Thursday.” Alexis held up a sweater crop top as she spoke to her friends modeling it in the mirror.

Placing the last shirt on the shelf Amiyah picked up the empty box along with the plastic contents inside. Walking to throw it out in the back she was stopped in her tracks when she heard her voice.

“Amiyah? Right?”

She turned facing Alexis who had a huge smile on her face showing her pearly white veneers.

Amiyah smiled putting her attention on her. “Yes, how are you?”

“I’m good girl I’m just here because me and my baby are going out on a date tonight and I need to find something fast. I heard a lot about this store and I came through to put it to the test. Please tell me y’all have something.” Alexis clasped her hands together in hopes that her mans best friend sister could find her a fit for tonight.

“Sure. Do you know if you guys are going to be out and about or staying in one location? The weather keeps dropping these days and you don’t want to be cold.”

Putting her feelings aside Amiyah went to work helping her.

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It was around two in the afternoon when Erik got a call from his friend to meet up for lunch. Checking his fit his eyes met with the gold chain resting on top of his crisp black tee paired with black jeans and a pair of white and navy blue Nike 1’s. Throwing over his long gray fleece he sprayed on his Mont Blanc Legend before heading out the door of his condo.

Twenty five minutes was the time it took for him to pull up at the restaurant and meet up with Durkio, who was already enjoying an appetizer. Walking past the hostess he gave a head nod assuring that he was taken care of, he greeted his friend.

“Damn nigga you had to start without me huh?” Erik dapped him up before taking off his jacket and sliding in the booth.

“Nigga that’s because every time I call yo ass it take you a whole hour to get here. I hate that shit. I don’t know who’s worst you or Miyah.” He stated going back to eating his mango grilled shrimp.

Erik smirked shaking his head.” Anyways what’s up with you?”

“Nigga I got a fucking problem that’s what’s up.” Durk finishing the last of his food before pushing his plate aside. He grabbed his napkin wiping off the remnants of the quick meal.

“Oh yeah with who?” Erik turned towards the waitress giving her a small smile after she sat down his water.

“Can I get you started with anything?” Clicking her pen she prepared to take his order.

“Not right now sweetheart, thank you.” Erik gave her a smile revealing his deep dimple.

Flustered from his looks she nodded quickly putting away her pad. “Alrighty, let me know when you’re ready.”

“Damn nigga you tryna fuck on her too or sum?” Durkio smiled sipping his cognac.

“Don’t worry bout where my dick go and tell me about this problem you got.”

“Aight so check it out. You remember how I was telling you how I’m trying to get more products right. Like I’m really gonna be out here next up on a different level and shit. I found a connect who need a distributor in this area.”

“Okay so what’s the problem with that?” Erik sat up waiting to hear what’s going on.

“The problem is Shawn and his people already moving some shit out here. Just found out today. I was been supposed to take his ass out but I been to busy looking for a plug. But that’s not the case. Ole boy Don put me up on game where that nigga stash at. Word is he holding a million somewhere not to far from here.”

Erik figured where this was going once he heard his best friend say he was already thinking about taking someone out. He wanted him to hit a lick for him. That was the reason for this whole meet up. No, Erik wasn’t a drug dealer but he wasn’t clean either. This is what he did from time to time to make money. He would rob people. It wasn’t something that he was proud of but it was a job that kept him well fed when he was out on his own by the age of sixteen. He started out doing a few here and there with one of the boys, Tray, who he met in foster care then eventually Erik found himself doing them alone. With his quick skills and knowing how to tote a gun it became second nature for him.

Which after a while got him caught up but was also the reason he met Durk when he was just only twenty years old. Erik was out doing a job one night that Tray told him about. It was supposed to be some quick in and out job but turned out to go in a different direction.

Erik began putting the ski mask on his head so that it would be easy to pull down for when it was time to go. He sat on the passenger side of an all black Nissan waiting for the right moment. It was about two in the morning.There was three guys sitting on the front porch smoking. He knew that in a minute they would go back inside for a rotation after keeping watch on them for the last three days.

“Listen lil nigga..get yo ass in and out. I don’t need you getting no extra shit like the drugs, leave that there...get the money and bounce.” Tray watched him while he took a pull from his blunt.

“Why you act like I ain’t been doing this shit for years now. Just stay right here I’ll be back in ten.”

He took the safety off his Glock 19 as he exited the car walking towards the house. He pulled down his mask to cover his face. Walking up to the front he took one last glance back to see Tray pulling off.

‘What the fuck.’ He thought to himself as he turned around to see about seven niggas now standing on the porch pointing everything from a glock to an AK-47 at him.

He threw his gun down on the grass in front of him with a certainty that this was his last day on Earth. He knew eventually that it would catch up to him but didn’t think it would happen like this.

“Wait this the young nigga that’s been hitting up all the traps?” Durk stepped down the steps laughing eyeing up and down Erik who couldn’t have weighed no more than 175 at the time. “Nigga take yo mask off.”

Erik lifted up the ski mask not showing an ounce of fear staring him down ,which Durkio saw and knew he had to get him on his team.

“If you gon kill me do it now cause y’all niggas not bringing me no where to be tortured or some shit.” Erik stated getting ready to fight to the death of him.

Durkio smirked. “Nah nigga I ain’t gon kill you. Ima help you.”

From that day on Erik went to work for Durkio and getting at least 8 out of 10 of his jobs done with no problems. Erik shook his head reminiscing about his first time meeting the man who could’ve took his life but became his best friend instead.

“Nigga you over there in wonderland. What you gon do? You gon help me?” Durk asked in need. He knew that there wasn’t no one better for this.

“I don’t know. You know I haven’t did a job in almost two years.” Erik sipped his water.

“Aw shit. Listen bro I know you not trying to get into this shit anymore but you know if I’m coming to you about it, it’s serious. I mean if you don’t wanna do it than fuck it what can I do...but if I die that’s yo ass nigga.”

Erik shook his head. “Nigga stop speaking that over ya life. Told you bout talking like that.”

He was serious. He knew that what you say about yourself can truly be spoken into existence. He experienced it at first hand.

“Yea yeah I heard you-“ His phone rung cutting him off.

“Hello.”

..........

“Yeah y’all need me?”

..........

“Aight say less I’m there.” He ended the call. He looked at the time cursing to himself. “Shit I gotta take this. I need a quick favor.” Durkio slid out the booth putting on his jacket. He threw a hundred dollar bill down.

“Wasup?”

“Pick up Amiyah from work and bring her home. I was supposed to get her almost an hour ago. Don’t let her talk you into taking her anywhere else bring her ass home.”

Erik looked down at his watch and saw 3:35 pm. He still had plenty of time before he got ready for his date with Alexis.

“I got you bro go do your thing.” Erik got up following him out the restaurant.

“Yo Erik let me know what the move is before next week.”

He nodded his head and dapped his friend up one last time before going to his car.

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“Why won’t you just wait until I get off and I’ll take you home?” Kelley stated while chewing on her ceaser salad.

“Why would I wait that long and you have to close the store. Kells I’m sorry but I am tired and ready to go home. I been here since six this morning and my dumb ass brother know I get off at two thirty.”

Amiyah threw her bag next to her on the bench as she grew frustrated. It was going on four o’clock and her brother still wasn’t here. This was the main reason she wanted to get her license. She wouldn’t have to depend on anyone and could come and go as she pleased.

Scrolling on her phone she gave him another ten minutes before she would just get an Uber which she dreaded . It was something that didn’t feel right to her trusting a complete stranger to bring her home.

The bell on the front door dinged as it open. She looked up finding Erik at the door. Looking over at Kelley she had the same surprising look as she did while remaining to eat her food.

“Hey your brother asked me to pick you up. My bad I’m late. It was last minute.” Erik walked up to her and reached for her hand to help her get up.

She accepted the helpful gesture as she bend over to collect her belongings.

Amiyah timidly looked him in the eyes. “Thank you.” Her hand still connected to his.

He showed his dimples as he sucked in his bottom lip before looking down releasing it. He let her hand go as well.

“I’m parked right here.” Erik walked to the door opening it and waited for her to walk out first.

“Bye girl.” Kelley interrupted their moment clearly witnessing some chemistry before her.

Her shy nature exposing itself due to the fact that her crush was right there, she gave a half wave to her friend. Erik following her view finally noticing the brown skin beauty at the register. He saluted her as well and then left behind Amiyah.

Walking up to his Inifiniti Q60 she reached for the door but was stopped. She looked down and saw Erik’s hand on top of hers.

“You don’t gotta worry about reaching for one of these around me.”

She lightly giggled covering her mouth with her finger tips. Not because anything was funny, she did it to cover up her nerves as much as she can. No man aside from her brother showed her this much chivalry.

“Okay.” She got in making sure she was secured before he closed the door. She watch as he jogged around to his side and got in.

Erik rubbed his hands together warming them up as he hit the pushed to start button. This was his first time with her in his car and second time alone with her in all. He looked over and watched her as she was making contact with every thing else but him.

“You good?” He questioned trying to see what’s up as he leaned back in his seat while pulling off.

She nodded smiling showing her pretty whites.

“Damn what happened? I thought we was on speaking terms now?” He joked with her trying to make her comfortable. She was too shy around him.

“I just didn’t know you were picking me up. It took me by surprise.” She finally spoke up as she wiped the sweat off her palms on her pants.

“Yeah me either but I’m cool with it.”

“Well thank you.”

“It’s not a problem.”

It seemed to her as if his voice became deeper and raspier within three days.

“So how was your day?” She wanted to make small talk to try and make this car ride go by fast. Thankfully the didn’t live no longer than ten minutes away.

“It was good...had met up with your brother not too long ago then I have somewhere to be in a few.” He checked his watch.

Amiyah knew where but she wanted him to say it. “Oh yeah, what you have plan for the night?”

He glanced at her before focusing back on the road.

“You tryna keep track of me?” He smirked licking his lips.

She rolled her eyes looking out the window. “No it’s just that I saw your girl at my job today. She was looking for an outfit for tonight.” She let him know that she had put two and two together.

Arriving at the building he put the car in park. Leaning back into his seat somewhat facing her. “Who’s my girl? Hm?”

He wanted to put her on the spot to see what she know since she felt it was within her rights to question him.

“I don’t know what’s her name again? Amber or Ashley? Something like that.” She was being petty now.

Erik laughed picking up the jealousy that she was dropping. But he was going to play along.

“Nah her name is Alexis.”

“Oh yeah her.” She tried her best to make herself seem unbothered.

“You help her find something nice for me?” Erik knew what he was doing, he just wanted to see how far it would go.

“I don’t know you’ll have to wait until tonight. Bye Erik. Thanks for the ride.” She grabbed her purse reaching for the door when she felt his hand grab her forearm. Facing him she saw that his eyes were on her.

“Why you seem upset all of a sudden? What I do?”

“I’m not upset I just want go inside. I’ve been up all morning.” She stated somewhat telling the truth.

It wasn’t a secret to Erik that Amiyah liked him. He caught on to that very fast. It was her body language that always gave her away. Whenever he came around her she would tense up. She could never hold eye contact with him longer than ten seconds and she would always make herself quiet the moment he made himself known. There have been times when she didn’t know that he was around and he would hear her speak but when he’d show his face she was on mute. He knew that her experience with being around men that wasn’t her brother was low. She didn’t know how to express herself correctly so instead she would try her best to become unnoticeable. But he noticed her, he noticed everything.

“That’s not my girl. We just be fucking from time and time but I never put a title on her.” He spoke honestly wanting to leave her with some information she didn’t have to spend days trying to figure. As long as it came from him that’s all that matters.

Amiyah glanced down to see his hand had left from her arm. Crossing her arms she sat up straight. “Why you telling me this?”

Erik shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe that’s something I want you to know. Something I can share between just me and you.”

“Okay.” Going back into her timid state she looked down at her thighs.

Noticing this Erik nudged her chin with his fingers making her look up at him.

“I gotta go. But I’ll be around.”

She nodded her head.

He got out the car and opened her door.

“You want me to walk you up?”

“No I’m okay. I’ll see you around.” She smiled.

Before he could stop his actions he found himself grabbing her hand and pulling her back wrapping his arms around her waist for a hug. He felt it was something she needed. Hell he needed it.

He bent his head down smelling a mixture of blueberry and peppermint oil on her neck. That with the feeling of her soft breast pushed on his chest made his dick jump. It was something about her touch that felt different.

“Damn you smell good.” He mumbled but knew she heard him.

Just the feeling of his arms wrapped around her waist alone Amiyah wanted to moan so badly. When his hand swipe the small of her back she bit her lip. She didn’t know the meaning of what it felt like to be touch starved until today. Never would she have thought that a simple hug would make her feel thumping coming from her clitoris. His hands made her feel so safe and protected she didn’t want the hug to end. But of course all good things must come to an end.

Finally separating from each other she looked up at Erik who was staring down at her with low eyes with that bottom lip tucked in and his left dimple showing.

“ Gimmie ya number.” What came out more as a command than a question he reached in his pocket grabbing his phone. He unlocked it for her facing it in her direction.

Out of habit he kept his head on swivel checking his surroundings while he waited for her to make sure they were safe.

Without hesitation she logged her digits in his phone. Trying her best not to show the shakiness in her hands as she wrote her name and then placing a purple heart emoji next to it. Purple was her favorite color.

Erik checked it smiling at her boldness.

“Oh you got an emoji already. Most people gotta earn that in my phone.”

“Well I’m not most people.” She spoke under her breath.

He’d let her get away with that one.

“ Aight I’ma call you soon. Pick up when I do.” He gave her one last side hug before walking to the driver side.

“Wait but I don’t have your number how I’m supposed to know it’s you?”

“You gon know it’s me.”

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Part Three

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