In the Arms of a Devil by TN Jones

Author:TN Jones [Jones, TN]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-10-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Nyk

Two weeks later

For me to be the nigga of all niggas in the streets, I had to say that my illegal business wasn’t a headache; it never was. My crew was tighter than virgin’s pussy; they handled their business quietly and returned to their families. Non-factor niggas and bitches knew not to fuck with me on any funny shit. My illegal affairs didn’t have a nigga pressed at all; it was that damn Atrice Barry. She had a nigga bothered more than the thought of my illicit affairs turning upside down.

Indeed, I was bothered by what went down between Atrice and me. I hated the way I felt about her, which I had never expressed to anyone. I didn’t want to feel like a pedophile because I wasn’t that type of nigga. I respected and loved children; hell, I wanted a whole football team. Most importantly, I didn’t want anyone to think that I would take advantage of Atrice because of our age difference and history. I respected and adored her more than anything in the world.

Three weeks ago, my feelings changed towards Atrice. I started to see her in a different light. She wasn’t the little kid with pigtails running into my arms on a Saturday. She wasn’t the little girl who rubbed my scar and told me that everything would be okay. She wasn’t the little girl that I vowed to protect. She was a grown, beautiful young woman. Atrice had my heart, but I felt as if she didn’t need to know it.

When she became mad at me for not paying attention to her affection for me, I felt as if I was the bad guy. For her to say, ‘see you around’ hurt my soul. She was my ride or die; she was the only person in the world who could calm me down. Yet, I knew that I wasn’t good enough for her. Thus, I told myself daily that I would never fall into her hands the way she wanted me to.

Since the argument on graduation night, I hadn’t talked to or seen Atrice. My calls and texts went unanswered. The jeep I bought her was parked in my front yard. I would pop up at Mrs. Macy’s and Mr. Cole’s home to see if she was there. They would always say that I had just missed her. Often, I wanted to tell them of my feelings for Atrice, but I would clam up each time. I didn’t want them to think negatively or say some shit that would make me flip out. To avoid a catastrophic moment, I kept my mouth closed as I played several rounds of Tunk with Mr. Cole before I helped him to the bedroom.

To see him dying was not a sight that I shied away from; after all, death was around me daily. However, in his case, I made sure his decaying body was well cared for. I needed him to continue the rest of his numbered days making his daughter and wife smile.

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