He Fell From The Sky 2: The Finale by Starr Pebbles

Author:Starr, Pebbles
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jaded Publications
Published: 2018-12-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

JETT

The second Neon walked her big silicon-injected butt out of my home, I sighed in relief, then rounded on Naz for smoking that joint like it wasn’t shit. With him being a former addict, I feared that weed would reignite his desire to do drugs. I couldn’t marry some crackhead! I couldn’t possibly have kids with one!

“Why did you smoke that blunt with Neon?” I asked through ever-so-slightly gritted teeth.

“Chill. I ain’t even smoke wit’ shorty. Nigga just hit the blunt once,” he barked back, being rather terse with me.

“Once is all it takes to have you back hooked on narcotics!” I told him straight and forward.

Naz chuckled like it was no big deal. “I ain’t finna get hooked on no fuckin’ narcotics, woman. Chill.”

Regardless of what he said, I maintained my stance in the matter. “I don’t care, Naz! You can’t be out here smoking weed!” I yelled indignantly.

Naz scowled in disapproval. “First off shorty, I’mma grown ass nigga. Don’t ever tell me what the fuck I can or cannot do.”

My mouth gaped in astonishment. I was plagued with an uneasy feeling. This was the first time he’d ever spoken to me this way, and with such harshness in his voice. I hardly even recognized him in this moment. The Naz I knew would never talk to me with blatant disrespect. He always chose his words carefully.

“I’m only telling you this shit because I care about you,” I solemnly told him.

“Nah, you’re only telling me this shit ‘cuz you’re controlling as fuck,” he snapped at me gruffly. “Look, I don’t know how you handled that boy when ya’ll were together but you fuckin’ with a man now, shorty. Respect me as such.”

“Okay, and respect me and my wishes,” I said in petty triumph. I knew it was a groundless protest, but it was how I genuinely felt.

“It’s a man’s job to respect a woman, but it’s a woman’s job to give that man something to respect,” he replied in an unusually brusque tone.

His comment stung like a thousand bee stings. Was he saying he didn’t respect me?

For several seconds, we simply stared at each other in heated silence. I had brought out the dark side of him that he tried so hard to keep hidden.

My lips quivered and I hesitated for a moment. “Why are you being such a jackass?” I asked him, clearly offended. I was on the verge of tears.

His face suddenly softened and he made a valiant effort to rein in his temper. “My fault, bay, I...” he paused and I could tell some shit was bothering him. Perhaps, something had happened while he was out.

For a moment I felt a pang of guilt shoot through me.

Instead of explaining himself, he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his strong arms around me in comfort. I relaxed when I felt that warm, fuzzy feeling consume me. He made my heart pound and set me at ease at the same time. And just like that, I was no longer mad at him.

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