Page 7 of Ony If It's You
“Can you get the fuck out?”
“I’ll leave.” He laughed as he stood and slid off of my bed. “Your harem coming up here with you?”
Delivering him a glare, he laughed and left my room like I’d asked him to. Dominique was my nigga, but the polar opposite of me. If I compared the two of us to our fathers, I was more like his and he was more like mine. I didn’t know how that had happened, but it did. The only thing that he was ever serious about was his money. Anything outside of that, he made a mockery of, same as my father.
My eyes shot to where my phone was on the charger when it started to ring. I knew it was only one of three people which was why I was in no rush to answer it, but I also knew that they would keep calling if I didn’t.
Snatching it up, I hit the green button on the screen and lifted it to my face.
“Yo?”
“Hey, I waited for you to text me and let me know you landed.” Zoey’s soft, sexy voice flowed through the speaker when I answered.
Out of the two of them, she was the softer one while Kecia had her moments where she acted like a hood rat. All it took was for me to threaten to cut her off for her to get her act together, but I had to do it from time to time, nevertheless.
“I haven’t too long ago landed, Zo.”
Running my hand down my face and looking at my reflection in the mirror, I could see the agitation on my face. Not from the phone call, but because of the shit that I had to do and what I knew would come behind it. I needed alcohol and I needed it quick.
“How was the flight over?”
“I slept most of the time,” I lied.
I wasn’t ready to tell them what was yet to come, mostly because I hadn’t completely made up my mind, but I knew the answer would have to be yes if I wanted to fight.
“You sound stressed,” she pointed out. “Is everything okay?”
“I’m good, Zo. You straight?”
“Yes.” She simpered. “I miss you already. I don’t know how you expect me to go three nights and four days without seeing you.”
“You’ll make it. Go out and shit while I’m gone, do something other than sit in the house, Zoey,” I suggested.
“I know.” She sighed. “It’s just I’ve gotten so used to you being around a lot, I have to adjust again.”
“Facts because I’ll be back fighting soon, so I won’t be there as much.”
“Right, but at least I can come to your matches.”
I frowned like she could see me. The clingy side of Zoey was what I didn’t like. Kecia would get missing, but Zoey sat aroundwaiting on me all fuckin’ day if she had to. I would prefer that they had their own motion because I for sure had my own.
“With as busy as I plan to be, I don’t know how often that will be. That’s why you need to find something to start occupying your time now. Maybe a job or something?”
Zoey didn’t work. She collected a check from the state and her ass was on meds. I’d always wondered what it was for exactly and was shocked to learn that she had some mental shit going on due to whatever childhood shit she had gone through. She never went into full detail and I never asked her to. I didn’t give a damn though as long as nothing was physically wrong with her and she took her meds. She got into that depressed shit sometimes, and most of the time I didn’t really have the time to deal with it, but I always made sure to show her extra attention.
“If I work, I won’t have time for you.”
That’s the goal.
“Yeah, well, we will cross that bridge when we get to it. I have to get ready for this event, so I’ll hit you back later.”
“Okay, I love you, JV.”
“Yep,” was all I replied before disconnecting the call.
Zoey was fine as shit, and a really sweet girl, but she was a handful. She was the epitome of the emotional shit that my father had warned me about, but out of fear of me cutting her ass off, she kept it in check most of the time. Part of me always felt a little fucked up for even fucking with her this long, but hell we were already over a year in when I’d learned that she struggled with the shit. I figured that it would do her more harm than good if I just dropped her. Now that they were seemingly forcing my hand with this relationship shit, I may not have a choice.
Before leaving the room to find my uncle and cousin, I scrolled to Kecia’s name and tapped her number to call her. I was almost one hundred percent sure her ass was out somewhere with her ratchet ass sister.
