Turned Out By A Boss(24)

“I think it's time you get your shit together Rah. I mean just think about it. This street shit ain't what it used to be. Niggas ain't on shit that they used to be on. If you ready to do another bid, go right on ahead be my guest. But trust I won't be here when you get out." Cree spoke letting him know how she felt.

Pushing her off him he looked at her, “Get my shit together? Since when what I did was a problem. Then as for you not waiting for me. You don't even believe that shorty."

“That's what you not understanding, we are grown now. I'm not that same little na?ve girl that I once was. All that sitting in the trap cooking and cutting dope with you and making drops that's over. My life is different now.” She tried to explain but he wasn't listening everything she was saying went in one ear and out the other.

“Oh I get it, you was f*cking with some lame square ass nigga while I was knocked. Huh? That's what it is.” He raised his voice causing her to jump.

Cree knew how his temper was and she definitely didn't want to feel his wrath. “It's not about who I was with or what type of guy he is. This is about us Rah. Why can't you see that?”

“Because you running these bullshit lines about I need to get my shit together. Let's be real it was my shit that got you where you at. Let's not forget who took care of who and who put who on. This drug shit not only benefited me but it benefited your spoiled ass too.” he snapped.

Cree shook her head. She knew it was a matter of time before he brought up what he did for her and how she wouldn't be where she was if it wasn't for him. Honestly speaking she was gon’ make it to better things no matter if he came along or not. Meeting him just sped up the process of her getting right.

“This is the problem we have now. You always throw in my face what you did for me. That's why I'm stressing the shit as much as I am. I'm tired of listening to what a nigga says and not enough of what a nigga do and throwing me stacks every other day is not what I mean.” Cree was starting to regret even coming to see him.

They both thought after five years of barely having communication that he could just swoop back in and be her Prince Charming but times have changed and instead of being that sixteen-year-old na?ve little girl claiming she was in love, Cree was now a grown ass woman who had seen things the legitimate way and was loving it. Remembering the times when she didn't even know if she was going to see Rah’lee and having to sit by the phone worried if he would make it to see the next day was something she could honestly do without. She was in a place where she wanted her man home with her every night in time for dinner where they could share their day with each other and just be happy.

Being with Daryl had drastically changed her outlook on what her life should be like. Just as much as it changed the type of men she was attracted to. Now that she was grown she needed more from a nigga than a good f*ck but she needed somebody to hold her when she was down most of all she needed a MAN. To stimulate not just her body but her mind as well.

“So what are you saying Crielle.” You could tell by his voice that Rah’lee felt defeated. The only thought going through his mind was that what they had and what he waited five years for was now over.

Cree sighed, “It's like this I love you so I don't want you to think for one second that I don't but at this point in my life if you aren't gonna make me happy.” she stopped with the tears streaming down her face. “Then you have to go.”

Denim

Denim sat impatiently waiting for Cree to come and pick her and baby Rhia up from the hospital. After being there for two days, Denim was ready to go. She couldn't take the nurses coming in and out all throughout the night disturbing her precious sleep.

“Hey, you ready to go?” Cree asked as she walked in the hospital room.

Denim looked at her to see if she was serious or not. “No, I'm just dressed for no reason. Bitch yes I'm ready to go. Let's go!”

Ignoring Denim’s outburst, she grabbed up Rhia’s car seat where she sat sleeping peacefully in her little pink and white onesie with the matching hat and booties. Being the good friend she was, Cree carried not only baby Rhia downstairs to the car but both the baby bag and Denim’s bag she used during her hospital stay.

“Cree why you driving so slow.”

“I'm not about to harm my baby because you in a rush. Besides it ain't like you got somewhere to be.” Cree argued.

"Cree speed up you going like two miles got people honking they horns and shit at us.” Denim laughed.

Not wanting to hear her complaining Cree turned on the music. She snapped her fingers moving her head from side to side as K. Michelle’s voice tuned Denim out for the rest of the ride to the house.

“So has Rico called you back yet?” Cree asked getting comfortable on Denim’s bed.

“Nope.”

“Have you tried calling him?”

"Apparently he put me on the block list because it sends my call straight to his voicemail.” Denim sighed.

Sensing Denim’s frustration Cree didn't reply. Not because she didn't want to but because she didn't know how. Cree had never been in Denim’s situation so she didn't know the exact words to say in order to make it right.

“So what are you gonna do?” Cree timidly asked.

“At this point I'm not even stressing it because as long as I do what I have to do as a mother that's all that matters." she said getting comfortable.