Tariq
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Tuesday 2:21 p.m.

I let my emotions get the best of me that night after the party. I just hated the fact she was enjoying another nigga's presence. No I ain't jealous, cuz I got a girl. Winter just another hoe that's an easy fuck though. Kyrah is not like that. Kyrah doesn't go around throwing her body on other people and that's something I like about her.

She has respect for herself.

I know how niggas get. I'm a nigga myself.

That guy ain't actually interested in her; he just wants to hit it and quit it. She's too blind to see that though.

I had to do that to her that night because she must've thought a nigga was just bluffing. She needed to know that I'm a man of my word. I was serious when I told her she was mine too. I'm not about to allow other niggas to try and fuck over her. Even though I'm a dickhead towards her, I'm tryna be her only dickhead. I know I need to change my ways. I just feel like showing my real emotions is gonna make look like a weak ass man.

My dad always told me, before my mom got custody of me again, "If you show emotions than you're giving the women opportunity to run all over you."

You got me fucked up if you think I'm about to allow a bitch to step on me. I can't let that happen. My name Tariq Williams.

"Williams get on the line!" Coach brought me out of my thoughts. I was at football practice. We got a big game coming up soon and we been practicing hard for the past week. I jogged over to the line.

"Re run the play one last time. Everything needs to be more tight."

"Alright coach."

I jogged over to my team and got in position. "Smash Y post smash Y post! Set...Hut!"

A/n: ion know shit about football so we gon skip dat🤸🏾‍♂️

"That's what I wanted to see!" My coach shouted. "Play like that on Friday we just might make it to the championship."

"You already know we gon win coach. We been on a 3 year streak." I tell him.

"That football team trash anyway. Everybody over there ain't no bigger than my pinky." My homeboy Will said. The rest of the team laughed.

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"Hey baaaabe. Hey Clara." Winter said when she walked inside.

"It's Ms. Williams to you boo." My mom said with an attitude. I could tell Winter wanted to say something back but she know better than to disrespect my mama. "I'll be up in a minute."

When she was out of sight my mom turned around and gave me a look. "What?" I asked.

"Why the hell is she here? I do not like that girl. You see the kind of clothes she wears? She has no respect for herself. Then she's got the audacity to call me by my first name like we cool. The only young female that can call me by my first name is Kyrah. Speaking of Kyrah that's who you really should be with instead of that tramp."

My mom was just ranting but a lot of the things she's saying is going right pass a nigga head. "Ma it ain't that serious."

"I don't give a damn. If I'm the one that pays the bills in here I have a right to talk about who steps in this house." She was going on and on about stuff I ain't care about.

"Ma, I'm 19. How it's gon look if I tell her "my mama said you not allowed to come over no more." That ain't gon sound right."

"First of all lil boy you 19 and still a damn senior in high school and you don't pay no damn bills in here. If you don't like my rules you can get the hell out."

I took a deep breathe and rubbed my hands over my face. "I'll handle it ma, aight?"

She didn't say anything back but I knew that that was her saying yeah you better. I did a small laugh to myself. "It's time for you to see another man."

"BOY!"

I quickly ran upstairs and into my room. I made it just in time cuz as soon as I closed the door the shoe she had threw had hit the door.

"What's her problem?" Winter asked while chewing loudly on her gum.

"Things." Was all I said back.

She came over and started rubbing my shoulders in a seductive way. "You seem stressed babe." She whispered in my ears. "I have something that can fix that." She began kissing on my neck.

One thing led to another until she was on her knees.

Kyrah

I let out a loud yawn as I closed my binder. I had just finished writing a very long essay for my 3rd block class. I looked at the time and seen that it's still early—like around 5:40 p.m.

Jessica had explained to me what happened last Friday. She had to deal with a family emergency so she had to leave unexpectedly. She was trying to look for me but couldn't find me anywhere. She was apologizing so much for leaving me and I had to keep telling her that it was okay. People shouldn't have to apologize if they're going through personal issues. I've been there and I'm still there. Therefore, I understood.

"Kyrah sweetie, I have a question." Clara knocked on the door softly before opening it.

"I have an answer."

She chuckled at my response but ceased it when she looked at my bag. "Is that all you have?" She asked referring to my medium sized duffle bag. "Sadly yes." I sighed out. "I was in a rush to leave my house and all it's drama that I just picked up any bag I saw." I explained.

"Ohhh baby you should've told me. You know I would've handled that in a heartbeat."

"I know I know. But I don't want you to spend all of your money on me. I'm nobody special."

"Girl hush. Get ready, I'm taking you shopping." Before I could say anything to her she was out the door.

2 hours later

Clara really went all out for me. Anything I looked at and thought looked good, she would get it. She really has good taste too. She also got things that I wouldn't normally wear. She too even wants me to come out of my shell a bit. They're nothing overly inappropriate but they are showing some kind of skin. She bought me a ton of makeup and jewelry, new lingerie sets, bath and body works lotions and perfumes, you name it.

She went to some other store in the mall, she said she was gonna take a while and that if I wanted to wait in the car I can. So that's where I'm currently headed right now....with all of these bags in both of my hands.

"I know it isn't you."

That voice made me stop dead in my tracks. "You left me. You left me so you can come to the mall and have a ball."

I turned around and seen my mom. She looks horrible. She was skinnier than she was when I left and her hair...wait a minute-

"Mom I promise it isn't what it looks like."

She was forcing back her tears while shaking her head. "I can't believe you walked out on me. After all I've done for you."

"You know exactly why I left....where's Ashley?" Even though I could care less where she was...I was curious. My mom looked somewhere else, trying to avoid the question. "She...she left." The way she was looking was telling me she's purposefully leaving out information.

"Are you sure she just left?"

"Yes!" She barked out loud enough for it to be an echo. It made me jump by how sudden it was.

"She left just like you. And she took everything. And you know what else? I went to the doctor like you told me too...and they told me I have..." her voice trailed off.

"What mama? They said you have what?" I urged for her to go on.

"They said I have liver cancer Kyrah."

Here comes the tears. It feels like everything around me just stopped moving. I know me and my mom have been through some shit but I can't lose her either. She's the only one I have that's family. Everybody else is either dead or doesn't fuck with me. For example, Ashley.

"Mom I'm so sorry I-"

"Don't act like you care now Kyrah. You should've stayed with me," she sniffed. "You knew what I was going through and you still left. You're here shopping having the time of your life while knowing you abandoned your own mother. The person who gave birth to you. The person who did her best to give you, Ashley, and Mike the world. And now I'm gonna die alone because everybody left me."

Her words was taking a toll on me. She's right. I'm selfish. I left without caring how she was feeling. I was stubborn and didn't want to hear what she had to say about it. I just packed a bag and left. What was I thinking? Why did I let Ashley get that much into my head that I could abandon the person I care about the most. She gave me one last look before turning around and walking away while wiping her tears.

"Mom." I called to her but she didn't turn back around.

"Mom please let me explain." She still kept walking. 

I need to make things right, and the only way for me to do that is by going back home.

A/n: I'm so sorry for this lame ass chapter. Writer's block is starting to catch up to me😔🙄 hopefully y'all still enjoyed. I'm horrible at writing male POVs I barely knew what else to say for Tariq.
Hopefully some of y'all still enjoyed.
Looks like Kyrah is thinking about going back home...should she?
Again I'm so sorry...I know this chapter was ass.
I fucking hate writer's block.

November 30, 2019