TN | Stray Minds - 22

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         The next morning, Syrah woke up alone as usual– something she was starting to get used to. Something she wasn't used to though was the smell of bacon and eggs downstairs in the kitchen. She sat up from her fuzzy bed, throwing her blue covers off to the side before getting up and stretching. She looked down at her phone and tapped the home button to see what time it was. It was early, 9:08am, and usually Raymun would be getting ready for work unless he was called in earlier or later. Syrah wasn't sure if Amora was home yet so she just decided to go downstairs and see.

When she walked down the stairs, she saw the manly figure of what made up Ray. Ugh, why? Lord, is this a sign or a test? Why do you keep putting this man in my path? She asked herself as she slowly paced to the kitchen. Turning around, Ray looked at her and smirked.

"Good morning." He said calmly as if there wasn't any odd tension in the room.

Syrah didn't say anything. Instead, she walked to the sink which was across from the stove on the kitchen's island. She washed out a cup that was already inside and filled it with water.

"Damn, you ain't hear you speak?" He asked her. Being that he was at the stove their backs were to each other and this made Syrah extremely uncomfortable. "Alright, bet."

Syrah turned the water off and started to chug it as if she hadn't had water in weeks, maybe months. Her nervousness was evident and it was obvious that Ray was reading her body language. He chuckled lightly as he turned the stove off and turned around to stare at her ass. He licked his lips before shaking his head. He moved forward and pressed his member against wherever it would press which happened to be her lower back since the height difference was a bit major. Syrah stiffened up, feeling the pressure of his morning wood.

"You ain't hear me talking to you?" He asked closely to her ear. "Huh?"

She felt his hands travel to her stomach beneath her shirt. Oh, god... she thought before she felt the cup drop from her hands and shatter in the sink.

"Damn." He remarked, chuckling a little before backing up. "My bad."

Syrah ignored him and started picking up the big pieces of the glass first. "Yeah, it's your bad, nigga."

Ray chuckled, shaking his head. "I forgot to ask to touch you." He said before walking around the counter and grabbing his jacket off the bar stool. "I made you breakfast for when you done cleaning that shit up, cool?"

She remained silent this time and focused on cleaning up instead of him walking out the house. Once she heard the door close, she looked up to see him gone and exhaled. "I can't do this to Amora... I can't."

Suddenly, a loud ringtone played from up the stairs. After throwing the cup away, Syrah walked up the stairs and hurried to answer it before looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"You must be retarded to think you could block our number and the shit would go unnoticed. You're playing with our money, Syrah. We know where you stay and if you don't have the product or the paper to make up for it, you're dead. Bitch." And just as soon as it began, the call had ended.

Syrah looked down at her phone and sighed a shaky breath as she tried to hold back the fear she felt. "You got this, just chill. You'll figure this out."

She immediately started scrolling through contacts. The first person she thought to call was her brother, Kai.

"Yo." He answered after a few rings.

Syrah sighed dramatically. "I'm in some trouble–"

"You're always in some tro–"

"No, listen. This is really bad and I really need your help this time around." She told him, sitting on the bed. "Please."

Kai sighed just as dramatically as she had. "What's going on with you now?"

"I need money." She said. "I've been.. selling. And I'll get killed if I don't pay their money because I don't have the product– it just.. I.. this guy flushed it all while I was cooking it so now I have to have the product's worth in money."

"And how much is that?" Kai asked after hearing her out.

"Eighty dollars a gram.. I had 300 grams to cook.. so that's.. let me pull up my calculator." Syrah said before looking down at her phone and calculating everything. "24,000."

Kai started laughing hysterically. "You think I just got twenty four grand to throw away?"

"I just need some help..."

       Rosè opened the door and smiled as Royale came in to give her a hug. They hadn't really talked much since the awkward situation with Royale and Kai. Rosè had noticed the change in her and she wanted to know the real truth behind their situation. She hadn't asked Kai but Royale was her friend so she suspected that she'd be real with her. But how would she approach that?

"Hey, boo. I missed you." Rosè said as she looked down at Royale's appearance. She wore a tight, nude colored dress with white pointed toe heels, with a gold tip to go along with her gold and white purse.

"Missed you too. What's up?" Royale asked, walking inside.

"Nothing much. Jewelle and Amora just left so I thought I'd invite you over." Rosè said with a smile, closing the door and walking into the living room with Royale.

Royale sat down, sitting her purse down on the living room coffee table. "Yeah, I needed to talk to you anyway."

"Well, what's up?" Rosè asked, sitting down on the chair beside her.

"You know you're a life coach and shit so... I just need some advice, to be honest." Royale admitted. "I ran into my first love not too long ago."

Rosè shook her head. "I know how that is."

"We ended up having sex and he goes on to tell me he doesn't want to be in that situation because he's talking to someone." Royale admitted, kind of speaking in code. "After sex. I know who he's dating... and you know, we are cool and all but I love him."

Rosè nodded. "Honey, honestly... you will always have that thing for your first love. I'm not just saying fuck whoever he's with but if y'all still got a thing for each other which y'all obviously do because y'all are fucking.. and you say you cool with the girl so just let her know like... y'all still got something going and she might wanna fall back." She said, laughing a little.

Royale nodded in response, sighing. "Yeah.. I hear you but what if she don't accept that?"

"That's for y'all to figure out." Rosè said with a shrug. "You are gorgeous as hell, shit, I'd fuck. Any guy would be lucky as hell to have you so don't settle for no sideline for your first love when he might not even be your last, y'know?"

Royale nodded again and smiled. "You're right."

Rosè was far from dumb. She knew that in some way, Royale might have been referring to Kai. Royale had never spoken to her about a "first love" before and she spoke with their group of friends about almost everything. Rosè also didn't want to assume so if Royale didn't at least hint to her on some real shit that she was fucking with Kai, she wouldn't assume it.

She considered Kai and Royale a friend to her and if either betrayed her in that way, she wouldn't know what to do other than cut them both off.

"What did you wanna talk about though?" Royale asked, crossing one leg over the other.

"How have you been taking Essence's death? Nobody's been talking about it and I'm just really curious because that was like your best friend." Rosè said, crossing her legs over each other. "Are you okay?"

Royale sighed, shaking her head. "I miss her everyday. I think the hardest part isn't that not only are we not talking about it— nobody's looking for her murderer anymore, her family aren't planning a funeral, and didn't even wanna identify her.. I did. And it hurts. Now this shit with my ex? It's just stupid." She confessed, her face turned up in disgust.

Rosè nodded in understanding. "So let's plan a funeral. That was our girl and it's not right if we don't celebrate for her... we don't even need a whole service. Maybe just like.. a small dinner or something, I don't know how you want to do it? That whole situation is messed up."

"I would like that..." Royale said. "I would like that a lot."

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