Acquainted by Jones TN

Author:Jones, TN
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-09-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Brody

Tuesday, March 17th

Without quality sex and banging head, it's been a long and frustrating four weeks. Everything and just about everyone has gotten on my last fucking nerves. It seemed no matter where I went, someone begged for something, even if it was a gotdamn picture. My mother and her demands pushed me over the edge to the point I politely ended the call. Little did she know, her and the others world changed. The allotted money that I dished out twice a year, June and December, had ceased. I'd stopped all funds flowing into their checking accounts.

Unique advised me to tell them sooner than the anniversary party, but I wasn't quite ready to be the bad guy. Or it could’ve been I wasn’t ready for the heated conversations that would turn me into the big bad lion.

On top of dealing with my family issues, Shacarra ran me raggedy with talks about having a baby, or she would have to break up with me. I was yet to receive a break-up notice; a nigga was patiently waiting on that shit. I knew I would never hear it; therefore, I had been practicing my speech so that I could break up with her today. She could cry all she wanted; our time had settled. It was what it was. My mind and soul were elsewhere. It was time that I acted on it.

I was tired of dealing with everyone's bullshit. Underneath the surface, I was a miserable soul with money, and I was desperate to change that. The only person who brought light into my life was Unique. Daily, I talked to the beauty; yet, I didn't tell her what was really going on with me. I didn't want to dump my problems in her lap. It was a blessing to still have her as my friend. Lord knew if I didn't have Unique in my life, I would blow a gotdamn gasket and fuck up my career. That way, not a soul would have the audacity to inquire about the funds I bust my ass to obtain.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

While I jogged on the treadmill within my home gym, I blindly answered my device without looking at my phone’s screen.

“Talk to me,” I voiced, steadily jogging while my eyes were on the TV, which played Harlem Nights.

After sighing deeply, Unique’s soft and loving voice announced, “Brody, you are heavily on my mind. Are you okay?”

This is why I must have her. She knows when a nigga be off, I thought as I ceased the treadmill from moving.

Grabbing the white washcloth, I lied, “I’m okay.”

“Brody, you don’t have to lie to me. I’m your friend. If you need to vent, then do so. My intuition is telling me that you are deeply bothered. So, please express what’s on your mind,” she softly voiced as I stepped off the treadmill and wiped my face.

“Unique, I’m fine,” I told her as I walked towards the door.

“Brody, listen, I get it. You don’t want

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