Page 3 of When Love Becomes A Need
I took a few more pictures, loving the shots I was getting, when my phone started to vibrate in my pocket.
Placing my camera strap around my neck, I dug into my pocket.
Seeing it was my best friend Isabella, I quickly answered.
“Hey chica,” she said happily into the phone. Her bright, light-skinned face popped up on the screen.
“Hey boo,” I said, sitting down on the grass and pulling my legs to my chest.
“What are you doing?”
“The usual, at the park taking pictures.” Isabella smiled and shook her head.
If there was anyone that knew how important photography was to me, it was Isabella. She often heard my rants about how I wasn’t satisfied with my pictures or heard me complain about wanting to take my photography to another level. Being the best friend that she was, she always listened and push me toward my dreams.
“I should have known,” she snorted. “Do you think you can cut your time short and meet me for dinner?”
By her expression, I could tell she was going through something and needed to get whatever it was off her chest. If I had to bet, it was her sorry ass boyfriend.
“Of course. Our spot, one hour?”
“Perfect! I’ll see you there!” She hung up and I shook my head.
Deciding to get a few more shots in before I wrapped things up, I quickly took the camera off my neck and got back in position.
CHAPTER 2
Ahmad
“It’s about time you showed up.” My sister, Autumn, opened her door and moved to the side.
I stepped inside her house, ignoring her comment.
“I got caught up at the shop, but I’m here now,” I informed her, looking around her empty house. There were boxes stacked up against the wall throughout the long hallway.
“I guess better late than never.” Autumn smacked her lips then turned and walked to some boxes. “We can start with these; they go in the kitchen.”
I shook my head. “You know you could have had the damn movers do this, right?” I picked up one box and followed behind her.
“They did, but I only paid for a certain number of hours, so I figured you could just help with the last of it.”
No surprise there. Autumn was so damn spoiled she thought everyone was supposed to drop everything they were doing for her, which they normally did. Our father, Andre, was to thank for that. Although our parents weren’t millionaires, they were comfortable. My father owned a construction company that did fairly well over the years. He went from doing small homes to big contracts that led him to give me, my sister, and our mom a good life.
Hence why Autumn thought she could have whatever she wantedand no one was supposed to go against it. I didn’t want any handouts from my dad’s small fortune. I wanted to go out in the world and build my name with no help.
“I’m glad you thought I would take time out of my day to come help you move some boxes.”
Autumn turned to face me with a huge smile. “You’re here, right?”
Shaking my head, I had to give it to Autumn. She knew I would be here. Just like my dad, I had no problem with giving her what she wanted. Being that it was just us two, we grew up close. Our parents were strong on family. Although she was four years my junior, Autumn has always been my heart. From the moment she came home from the hospital, my dad instilled in me that I was supposed to always be there for her and protect her.
“When are you going to let me finish this?” I ran my hand over the unfinished tattoo on Autumn’s right shoulder.
I had been here for going on two hours helping her get her new place together and was preparing to leave.
Autumn looked over her shoulder at me like I was crazy. I chuckled and shook my head. Autumn and I favored a lot. We both had dark, hooded eyes that we inherited from our dad.
“Are you crazy? I barely was able to get through this.” Her frown deepened.
