Page 39 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
“Yeah, yeah.”
I sat on the phone with Aria for a bit longer and then got up to go get a shower and change the sheets.
Once I was done in the bedroom, I went into the kitchen and grabbed me an apple from my fruit bowl. Since I didn’t have anything to do this morning, I decided that I was gon’ go by there and see Uncle Trayvon and spend a bit of time with him. We don’t spend as much time with each other as we used to. I’m not sure if it’s because I’d grown up and didn’t want to fool with his lifestyle anymore or what.
It's crazy how I hated Uncle Trayvon for what he did but got roped into being with a man that’s worse than him. If someone had told me that I’d be with a man like Maniac, I’d laugh in their face.
I let the cats out for a bit before I left the house. Climbing into my truck, I headed to Uncle Trayvon’s car shop. I still can’t believe that Tyree couldn’t figure out what was wrong with my truck, and a stranger could. Maybe it’s the fact that he wasn’t being paid to do so to even care. As much money as I’ve given him, him getting paid to do something for me should be the least of his worries.
Tyree has been keeping his distance. I hadn’t seen or heard from him since the day Maniac stole my trailer. Granted, I didn’t get around to calling him back, because it slipped my mind, but still, he could’ve reached out or something. I get tired of being the bigger person and always checking up on him to see if he was still alive. I know one of the reasons why he wasn’t really fucking with me is because he knows that I know he’s back drinking and he doesn’t want to face the problem at hand. I be having to tell myself that I can’t force him to want a better life. He’ll have to want it for himself and go for it.
When I pulled up to Uncle Trayvon’s building, I didn’t see Tyree’s truck outside. Normally, this time of day, he’d be here. Getting out, I entered the building to find Tracey behind her desk.
“Hey, Wren. I didn’t know you were coming by here today,” she said.
“I just stopped by to see Uncle Trayvon. He’s here, ain’t it?”
“Yeah. He’s back there in his office.”
“Has Tyree been here today?”
She scratched the side of her head and replied, “I haven’t seen him in a few days.”
“Okay.”
I trotted toward Uncle Trayvon’s office. Knocking once, I popped my head inside to make sure he wasn’t busy.
“Wren.” His mouth slipped into a grin, and he stretched his arms out.
Entering his office, I rounded his desk and fell into his embrace. He pecked me on the cheek, and I peeled away.
“How you been?” I asked him, getting comfortable in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
“I’ve great.”
“Where’s Tyree?” If anyone knew where that boy was, it was Uncle Trayvon.
“I don’t know. He’s been in his feelings ever since Maniac dropped us.”
“He did?” I frowned, not aware of it.
“Yeah. I told him I was going legit. He been acting funny ever since. You know that boy…”
“Yeah… I do.”
“How you been though? That Maniac treating you right?”
“Yes,” was the response he got. Ain’t no way I was about to tell my uncle the things Maniac has been doing to me. I’m so hooked on that man at this point that I think I’d place a gun to his head if he were to ever try and leave me.
“That’s good. I’m glad that everything worked out for you. I’m sorry again ’bout what happened.”
“It’s not even a problem anymore.”
Seriously.
I probably should’ve thanked him for putting me in Maniac’s path.
After sitting there with Uncle Trayvon for a few more minutes, I got up and left. It’s nearing time for my book club meeting. I needed to go home and grab my wine, since I left it when I left the house.
