《Worth》44
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Khia
Putting the key to the door, getting into my house, i was so tired. Going back to work after a two week vacation was something my body was not used to. I took my Lysol spray and sprayed the bottom of my shoes. I hate coming to my house with bacteria. I don't do well with germs. I took my leather jacket off and shoes off. It was pretty dark in here so I figured my mom was already fast asleep. Walking to my room, i took my scrubs off and threw them in the hamper. I took my reading glasses off and placed them on my dresser. Taking my phone out of my scrub pants and I saw two missed calls from tiago and some from my ex friend Ebony. I don't know why she was calling me.
I rolled my eyes at the thought and went to the bathroom to go shower. After showering, I wiped myself down and applied shea butter lotion on my body. I threw on my red velvet shorts and a over sized black sweat shirt. My phone rang and I picked up. It was Santiago and I was happy to finally hear from him.
"Hola corazón",i answered.
"Hola bebé. Im in front of your house, you mind opening up for me",he asked. I went downstairs to open the door and saw him standing in front of the porch looking all professional with his dress shirt and pants. He must've came from work. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
"You look tired babe",i said to him letting him in.
"I am",he said looking around.
"Your mom home?"
"I have no idea."
"Babe really?",he said to me. I went to her room and there was no one there. She must've had a overnight shift at the hospital or something.
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"She's not here. Probably at work."
"Ight let's go to your room just in case, I don't want you to get in trouble and me to get hit with a broom",he said with a chuckle. It was a quarter until midnight and I was exhausted. I sat on my bed and Santiago closed the door behind him and locked it. He took his shoes off and placed them by the door.
"I called you",he said unbuttoning his shirt.
"Yeah I know. I was at work I didn't even see it until I got here which was literally 30 mins ago."
"Oh okay. Next time just shoot me a text."
"Will do. How was work?",I asked him.
"Work was a lot. Being that I took two weeks off, I had to play catch up. I had over 30 folders of people's files on my desk that I had to type up and put them in the system."
"Sounds like a lot of typing to me."
"Yea tell me about it. I didn't even get through half of it babe."
"You'll catch up. Don't stress over it."
"Nah I'm not. It's something else I'm stressed about",he said sitting next to me.
"What is it?"
"This morning my pops and I went to the restaurant and we saw a bunch of cops there. The restaurant was broken into. Glass was everywhere, tables turned over like there was a fight in there. Hold up lemme show you on my phone",he said reaching for his phone in his back pocket. He unlocked it and showed me pics of what happened. It really did look that bad.
"Do you know who did it?"
"No idea. It's only one person I could think it could be but I'm not even 100% sure. You think your ex would do that? You know him more than I do."
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"Trey? No. He's not about that life. He doesn't even own a gun."
"That's what i thought. But ain't no tellin what people will do to get what they want."
"Trey has no motives to do something like that",i assured him.
"Im not convinced. His motive is you, he even tried calling you while you was in DR with me so I'm pretty sure he got a motive."
I stayed silent and not say anything.
"I know how much you care about your family so I ..I don't mind going back to him."
"Are you fuckin crazy?",Santiago said in anger. I jumped back and realized maybe I should've kept that to myself.
"I'm sorry babe. But you asked for that one. Do you think I'm that kinda dude? Am I that selfish to make you do that?"
"No but this is your family's business & I know how much it means to them. If trey is willing to do this, then he's capable of harming your family and even you."
"You think I can't handle trey?",he said with a smirk.
"Legally? No. And the gangster shxt, I'm not with it. My father got locked up cause of it and I've had family members die cause of it."
"I can't pull nothing illegal now cause cops in it. I ain't that stupid babe cmon. And we don't even know if that fool really did it or not. I'm just sayin he got a motive to do it."
"Im sorry im the motive."
"It's okay. I see why he would do it, cause I would've done worse if I lost you."
"I don't know why?",i said turning away.
"I do. Your beautiful, sweet, respectful, got everything going for you, intelligent,sexy, i could go on. He had a chance well you gave him multiple chances to claim you but he didn't so now that I got you, I ain't showing no mercy."
"Just be carful. Let the cops figure it out okay?",i said touching his hand.
"They got a week to figure it out."
"Gosh your so stubborn",I said smiling. He looked at me and smiled back.
"Tomorrow I'm thinking about going to bible study, I haven't been in a minute you wanna come with me?"
"Uhm sure."
"Why you hesitated babe?"
"I've never been to one of those."
"It'll be cool. You learn more about God and how to serve him."
"Okay I'll go",i said looking at my bible on the corner of the dresser. I've never opened it but I guess tomorrow I'll be forced to.
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