Page 16 of Cove City, Volume II

A word was put out to look for Quinton and I hadn’t heard anything yet.

I was trying to understand why.

That nigga didn’t have any place to run so the fact that his bitch ass was still in hiding was beyond me.

Bishop said he needed to meet up with Naheem and the way I was feeling I didn’t want to see that nigga’s face.

Naheem's ass was shady, and no matter how much good he called himself trying to do, the good didn’t outweigh the bad.

That nigga was funky as fuck, and I could smell him even when he wasn’t around.

When I stepped into my house, loneliness struck again.

After leaving my mom’s place, I began feeling hopeless.

I figured if anyone could get through to Tuesday, it would have been her.

My mother always knew how to make things shake.

She was the queen of making shit happen, but I guess Leek, Paige, and I had used up all of her superpowers. I walked over to my wall of photos and glanced at my life in five-by-eight form.

As my eyes traveled down the timeline, I began removing what served me no purpose, starting with Quinton.

Every photo the nigga smiled in was a fake one.

“This was the night we left the club and robbed a nigga..

“Snatch.

“This is the day after I caught a body for him. Fuck is he smiling for?.

“Snatch.

“This was the night he got his bike not knowing the nigga blew all his money on it and had nowhere to lay his head.” Snatch.

I paused as I stepped closer, really glaring at a picture. It was a picture of me and Sasha, with Quinton standing off to the side, staring at us. The nigga was jealous! His mouth was curled up slightly as his eyes narrowed in on us.

“Bitch ass nigga!.

“I snapped. Snatch. Rip. Rip.

Right then, I knew he had done that to Sash. There was no doubt in my mind. He was jealous. He hated the fact that Sasha was with someone, whether it was me or that nigga Zeus;

he hated it.

He knew exactly what he was doing, feeding me all that bullshit about those two.

He probably wanted us to kill each other so he could slide in.

Then, my mind drifted back to what Sash told me about that night. My head began to spin. The nigga killed my fucking seed. “Aghh!.

“I shouted.

Now I understood why Tuesday felt so betrayed.

She trusted me.

It was my people who violated her, and I wasn’t around.

The feeling of not being there for Sasha or Tuesday was fucking with me and it made me feel worse than before. I needed to find this nigga and I wasn’t going to sleep until I did.

Before I left the house, I decided to try my hand with Tuesday again.

However, when I pulled out my phone to dial her number, I began feeling like a sucker.

A chasing ass nigga who was becoming obsessed.

I had become the nigga I said I would never be. Instead of calling her, I decided to send her one last voice text.

Record.

Tuesday, I promise this is my last message.

I would much rather explain in person, but you won’t give me the time of day, so I have no choice.

What you saw was a nigga trying to move on. I was trying to free myself from something that was like a noose around my neck. Had I held on to that, it wouldn’t be you and me. I need you to understand what you and I have or had is different for a nigga. I hope you stay safe, wherever you are, and know a nigga loves you, and if you need me, I’m here. I love you the long way, Tuesday, I do. Send.

I was honestly praying my message was enough to trigger her to call because knowing I gave my heart to someone, and it being stored as a memory was breaking a nigga down.

First, it was Sasha who took a piece of my heart; now, Tuesday not only took my heart but the last piece of love I had left in me.

If Tuesday and I didn’t work out, I didn’t know if I would have anything left to give.