Page 10 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
Trayvon’s eyes turned to slits. “Isn’t that right, Tyree?” he asked him again.
“Right,” he mumbled, relaxing back in the chair. He rubbed the palms of his hands against his jeans.
“Call it yo’ lucky day.” Turning on my heels, I exited the office with Wren’s picture still in my hands.
Wren
“Stop all that camping, bitch!” I yelled at my pink curved monitor screen and sat straight up in my chair as I watched my Call of Duty character load back up on the screen. “They camping in that room,” I spoke through my microphone.
“What room?” Lexiwave’s voice came through my headset.
“The one upstairs to the right. Be careful going in there. I’m on my way back up there now.”
“Sniper!” Boytoy yelled, gaining everyone’s attention.
For the last hour or so, I’d been playing Call of Duty Warzone to unwind for the night. Playing video games is something that I love to do outside of reading books. It’s actually something that I’m extremely good at. Sometimes I’d stream on Twitch, Youtube or TikTok. Really depends on how I’m feeling at the time. I never be on there too much, because I just can’t get with so many people keeping up with my life, but whenever I do get on, I have at least five hundred or more people watching me. A lot of the men just be wanting to look at me because they find me attractive.
Taking a sip of my water from my tumbler, I placed it down on the desk and Smoke jumped up there and walked straightacross my keyboard. Grabbing him, I planted him on the floor and went back to my game.
By the time the game was over, my team lost. Of course, we did when the other team was camping and had three snipers. Stuff like that pisses me off.
My ear quirked at the sound of my doorbell. Gripping my desk, I pushed my chair back and got up. Picking up my phone, I pulled up the Ring application to see who was at the door. The only thing I saw was my Chipotle sitting on the porch. The grumbling of my stomach helped remind me that I’d ordered food before I hopped in the shower.
When I got off work, I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to eat, so I just decided to order something when I made it home and got settled. Unlocking the door, I pulled it open and reached down to grab my food. Shutting the door behind me, I slid my phone onto the counter and set the bag down alongside it.
Ripping the bag open, I removed my bowl and set it on the counter. Soon as I grabbed my fork out the bag, my doorbell rang again. “Yeah?” I yelled, sticking my fork down into my food.
“Open the door,” I heard Tyree’s voice coming from the other side.
My brows furrowed. Him popping up at my house is rare. I unlocked the door and pulled it open to see him and Uncle Trayvon standing on the porch.
“Did somebody die?” Was my first thought.
Tyree brushed past me into the house, and he went straight for my food on the counter. Uncle Trayvon entered behind him and took a seat on my gray couch. “I hope you weren’t busy,” Uncle Trayvon said as I shut the door.
I snatched my food from Tyree and replied, “Not really. Was just about to have dinner.”
“I need to talk to you ’bout something important.”
“Someone really did die?”
“No, Wren!” Tyree yelled, and I frowned.
“C’mere.” Uncle Trayvon patted the empty space on the sofa alongside him.
I eased over and sat down. They were scaring me. I’m not sure what’s going on right now, but it has to be something major if both of them were in my living room right now.
“Tyree got us in a bit of trouble.” I cut my eyes in his direction.
“How much?” Hearing something like that wasn’t new to me. Tyree has been fucking up ever since Uncle Trayvon allowed him into the “family business”. Every time I turn around, Tyree needed to borrow money. He’s borrowed so much money from me that I don’t even know how much he owes at this point. I really need to start putting my foot down when it comes to him, because if I don’t set up boundaries, he’s only going to continue to bleed me dry.
“More than you’ll be able to help with,” Uncle Trayvon responded.
“I’m confused. If it’s nothing that I can help with, why are you here?”
“He sold you!” Tyree yelled and Uncle Trayvon’s head whipped in his direction.
“I wouldn’t necessarily say I sold you.”
