Page 24 of We Could Be Better

An hour later Dreka and Kyra came strolling through the door and I had to admit Kyra was carrying her pregnancy well. I couldn’t take my eyes off her but she wasn’t paying my ass any attention. She wanted to so badly hold our daughter and at the moment I noticed how bad I fucked up. I don’t know why I treated her so harsh, but I hated that she lied to me. One thing I knew about Kyra is what she wasn’t a hoe and for me to accuse her of stepping out on me was fucked up on my part. She calledfor Dreka to take her home, but I couldn’t let her leave without apologizing to her for everything.

“Yo Kyra wait up!!” She ignored that fuck out of me and kept walking.

“Yo hold the fuck up.” I screamed and grabbed her arm

“Don’t fucking touch me!” She looked me up and down like I was an enemy on the streets. I hated that we gotten to this point in life after everything we had been through just to be together. But this was my fault for overreacting over a situation that wasn’t even that damn serious.

“You know what Cash you are really a bitch ass nigga. You would take me daughter and let another woman raise her as if I wasn’t the one that gave birth to her. You don’t get it, it was hard as fuck for me having my aunt raise my daughter because I couldn’t do shit to protect her.” She said as she slapped the fuck out of me

“Girl don’t you ever put your fucking hands on me. You brought all of this upon yourself the day you decided to run off and hide my fucking daughter from me.”

I had to walk off from her stupid ass, but I turned back around to tell her something else. “Oh and don’t ever call me out my name again when you running around here throwing ya pussy at every nigga that pass but want me to claim that bastard ass baby.”

I knew I hurt her with that one because of the look she had on her face, but she made me mad so I wanted to hurt her back. My mama did say, “Be mindful of what you say because you can’t take everything back.” Fuck Kyra though I tried to be nice but the bitch wasn’t having it so I went in the house to grab myself a drank and chill with my brother.

“Come on Kyra he not ever worth it maw.” I heard Dreka scream

“No im fucking sick of his ass; he think he can just fuck with my heart but I’m not the same little scared girl that ran away years ago.” I stood up to face her and this crazy bitch was standing her with a gun in my face.

“Really Kyra?”

“Yes fucking really I’m tired of you Cash. You aint shit and you will never be, you aint shit but a bitch ass drug dealer. I tried everything to make you love me and each time you would shit on me Cash.”

I went to wrestle her for the gun. I was a street nigga and I didn’t play that pulling a gun out and not using it shit with niggas on the streets. This was the second time she had done that shit, so this time she was going to either use it on me or I was going to use it on her. Kyra holding the gun she was looking like Wanda from Holiday Heart; I didn’t know she had become so weak.

“Stop yall the kids are upstairs.” I heard Dreka say but this bitch wasn’t about to just hold a gun up to me. “Give me the fucking gun Kyra!” I don’t know where this bitch strength came from but just like me she was holding on to that fucking gun.

POW!

I dropped the gun soon as it went off praying I didn’t hit anyone.

“Look at what yall did!” Dreka screamed walking over to Mina.

I was so busy trying to take the gun from Kyra that I didn’t even notice Mina walk in the room.

“Shit” I said.

Kyra just stood there with her mouth wide open staring into space like she was another person. This wasn’t the Kyra I was use to seeing. I had really fucked her up mentally.

“I’m sorry” Kyra cried as she held the gun to her head. “I don’t know what came over me I never been so weak before. I’m tired of being treated like I’m not worthy. Come on Mina please don’t die on me. Why won’t he love me? Why?”

I was now holding on to Ky trying to stop her from making such a huge mistake. She now has two kids to live for; I didn’t know until now that I had made such a huge affect on her. I had to get my shit together for my kids so that I can be the best father ever and just let her go. I couldn’t be the man that she wanted me to be I loved the streets and women too much. I tried to settle down but I couldn’t I’m too deep in and I just want her to be happy.

Chapter Twenty-Two

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I wasn’t mad at Kyra for shooting me because I know her hurt. I knew about the pain someone you were supposed to love can bring. For years I had gave myself to one man; he was my first everything. I swear I loved my nigga with everything in me that’s why I don’t think it was something a person can tell me about him. Sometimes I think he got in my mind still being with him is not the way my life was supposed to be, but I knew no one would love me.

Being around Kyra and everyone was always my way out, they never even noticed how sometime I would go by one of their houses super early and leave super. Then there were times I would cancel all of my appointments at the shop and disappear for weeks. This man I was supposed to be loving and someday having kids with no longer loved me the same as he did when we were younger. The pain he brought to me by using his fist was becoming so bad lately that I couldn’t even hide it anymore.

I had been through so much doing my twenty-nine years here on earth that someday I prayed God would just come and take me away. That’s why I didn’t get why Dreka and Kyra loved coming by our house so much when we were younger. Life for me as a child wasn’t peaches and cream; I had to fight my dad off me every other night. At one ten years old he came in my room drunk as always and took my most prized possession from me. I didn’t want Paisley to go stay there but by that time he perverted ass had died and still this day my mom doesn’t know what went down.

“Mina, what the fuck going on bruh?”

The doctor had just left out the room from checking on my wound. Kyra shot me in my arm, but it was more that that doctor detected like my bruised ribs and fractured eye socked. I didn’t want anyone to find out this way, because I knew hands on how crazy Dreka ass was. I was going to protect Chaz if it was the last thing I did; I knew deep down he loved me. He just had a crazy way of showing how much he loved me.

“Girl it’s nothing I just have to stop making Chaz mad.” Just as I spoke those words he walked in

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