Page 68 of Ghetto Heartstrings
She got ready to walk on and took a chance when she said. “I love you.”
She took a deep breath waiting for him to reply, “I love you too.” He told her, if you loved somebody it wasn’t shit wrong with tellin’ them.
“Is it okay for me to send you a text letting you know when I land?” she asked.
“Yeah, that’s cool, but stay way from that nigga.” He warned her again.
Yaya thought about everything that Boom had said to her forcing her to dig into her inner issues, which was something she never really wanted to do or acknowledge, she hated that he had to go there because she had been doing just fine. Yaya knew that Snake was expecting to see her since he called her everyday all day since she’d been gone, but she wasn’t in the mood to be bothered with him. She didn’t even want that apartment anymore, instead she was gonna use her own money to get another one and give him his money back, which is what she was doing. She gathered the money that she managed to save from him and placed it in a small bag. When she knew for sure he wouldn’t be home, she drove to his house and sat it in the corner beside his huge silk tree plant and left a note inside of it. That was it, she was going to just focus on her.
She then went and checked out of her hotel and checked into another one and asked the front desk not to list her real name,until she was able to search for another place. She knew she shouldn’t have led Snake on, but it was better now than never to go ahead and get him out of her life. She wasn’t surprised when he started blowing up her phone, but what did shock her, was the threats. “Bitch, you got me fucked up if you think you gon’ come in my life and play with me, especially when all I did was treat yo ho ass like a queen,” He snapped.
Yaya sat on the bed in her room and lotion up. “Snake, ain’t no need to call me with all that, I didn’t use you at all. Matter fact, I just need to focus on me, that’s what this is all about. I left you instead of leading you on.
“None of you bitches ain’t shit.” He chuckled. “You must don’t know what I’d do to you; you the only bitch bold enough to try me like this.”
Yaya sucked her teeth; it was funny how he went from sweet to sour and now she was fifty million bitches. “You don’t have another time to keep calling me a bitch. I understand that hurt dogs hollered but it ain’t even that serious,” she told him.
“You know what bitch, when I find you, I’mma fuck you up. I promise you about to get’cha issue.”
Yaya hung up, she didn’t have time to argue with no nigga; especially one she didn’t love but she also didn’t want to disregard his threats. She walked over to her bag and made sure she had a gun tucked away so she wouldn’t get caught slipping. After she was dressed in her night clothes, she called Reema and asked her to come over to her room so she could chop it up with her and have a drink.
“I’m on my way.” Reema told her.
She showed up thirty minutes later with a smile and a bottle, “Room service.” She joked walking in dressed in chill mode with a simple pair of tights, a tank, and some Gucci slides. She was glowing as usual. She walked in and sat everything down and then removed her little .22 and sat it on the table. She slid hershoes off and made herself comfortable. “So, what’s up chick? You been on the go huh?”
Yaya poured each of them a cup and sat down, “Shit, if you only knew how crazy shit been, you probably wouldn’t even believe me if I told you.” She shook her head and then moved to the next subject cause all though her and Reema were cool, Brook’Lynn was her bitch, and she wasn’t about to tell her girl’s business. “So, what I really wanna know is, what’s up with that nigga Snake?”
“What you mean?” Reema asked confused. “I heard some real foul shit about that nigga and when I tried to cut him off, he started sending me all kind of threats, I even gave that nigga most of his money back. Shit, it ain’t worth it bitch I’ll get my own apartment.”
Reema didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about, she hadn’t heard anything foul about him, then again, she didn’t know much anyway besides the nigga was a pay master. “What you mean threatening you?” she asked. “That nigga probably just talking but just in case he ain’t just stay away from his ass, you tripped giving him his money for that apartment back. You gave him some pussy right? That shit ain’t free.”
Yaya looked at Reema and saw so much of herself in her and listening to her talk she was embarrassed at how she must sound her damn self when she was talking like that…like a real bird. “I’m not thinking about that money, fuck it.”
“Damn, what changed?” Reema asked, “Had I known you was gonna pass him up, I should’ve went on and hopped on that dick my damn self.”
“Girl, you can have him if you want his ass, I wont lie though that nigga do got some good dick and them pussy eating skills…babyyyy.” Yaya reminisced. “That nigga had me getting’ high while he gave me some head and trust me when I tell you…”
“It was that good?” Reema asked.
Yaya nod her head, “Please believe me.”
Reema chuckled, “Yeah it sound good but I’m just talkin’ shit bitch…I don’t fuck behind none of my bitches. Now a bitch I don’t like? I’ll fuck her nigga, and I got a friend for all her home girl’s niggas.” She chuckled.
Yaya shook her head and laughed, “Damn that’s cold.”
“That’s real.” Reema shrugged. “So, what’s your plans?”
“I’m probably gon’ find another place.” She replied thinking about Boom and everything he said, “To be honest I don’t even know what I’m doing no more; like I think I probably moved too fast when I came out here in the first place, just making fast decisions moving off my fucking emotions. I mean, Texas is cool and all but it ain’t no Miami. It is refreshing and all I gotta admit that.”
“You got time, just think about what you want to do.” Reema told her. “Are you coming by the shop in the morning?” she asked.
Yaya turned her nose up, “As long as you got me doing some shit, I actually want to do then I’m there, don’t put me nowhere that I have to smell muthafuckas feet all day, I’m not even playing.”
Reema laughed so hard she had to hold her stomach, she really did fuck with Yaya cause she was as real as they came. For the rest of the night, they drank the whole bottle of White Hennessy until they passed out and woke up the next morning with a big ass headache. “Oh shit!” Reema hopped up looking at her watch. “I gotta get to the shop, damn Yaya.” She rushed to grab all her shit.
Yaya looked around trying to get her eyes to adjust. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned. “Damn…we overslept.”
Reema opened the door, “I got time to get home and take a shower, grab us something to eat when you come, pretty please?”
