Page 86 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“Nooo…Blaze called earlier and said that he had to duck off for a minute.”

I walked away and got back in the car, with Dre not far behind.

We drove around a lil’ bit longer, deeper in Brooklyn, asking old heads and bitches we saw them niggas with if they had been spotted, and they hadn’t.

It was getting later in the night, and we couldn’t think of anotha place to stop on the spot, so I took Dre back to the trap.

“You gonna be iight, nigga?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, I’ma slide home and try to get some sleep.”

“Hit me when you get up. I’ma put word out about them niggas.”

I dapped Dre up, then pulled out. I told him I was heading home, but I already knew I wasn’t gonna be able to rest. I didn’t want that nigga to call me a simp, ‘cause I was goin’ back to Nylah’s crib. I needed her to hear me out.

Once I pulled up there, I saw that her crib was dark, but her car was out front. I walked up to the door and knocked. I didn’t hear any movement inside.

“Nylah, it’s me, princess, come to the door,” I said softly.

But she didn’t come.

I knocked again. “Nylah, baby, please. I need to explain to you what happened. It’s not what you think.”

She didn’t even yell at me.

I knocked one last time. “Nylah, I will be back. I’ma keep tryin'. We are not gonna end like this…I told you….I’m falling for you.”

As I walked to my car, I heard a door open and turned around, but it was just her neighbor. I got in my car and pulled off, thinking about what I could do next when my phone lit up with DON’T ANSWER across the screen, and I picked up.

“Mariah, I am not in the mood. Sign the papers and leave me alone,” I said, not giving her a chance to speak before I hung up.

Once I got home, I took a shower, then rolled five big ass blunts and took them to the head.

I was tired. I was irritated. I was mad as fuck…and I needed Nylah—I had to get Nylah back.

Chapter 26

Nylah

Isat in my room all night crying. I cried even harder when I heard him knocking at my door.

I couldn’t believe Rosama would do that shit to me. That nigga had been stepping behind me, taking care of me, making me smile constantly, all to leave my bed and get neck by some random bitch.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt like I wasn’t shit. Like I wasn’t good enough or deserved to be treated like that.

Rosama called all through the night. I had to put my phone in the bedroom to make sure I didn’t answer. The next morning, when I finally walked back into my room to get clothes out for work, my phone was still ringing, and it was him.

I must have had over fifty missed calls from him and more texts.

After I pulled out some clothes for work, I sat on the edge of the bed and read through some of the messages.

Rosama: I'm so sorry, Nylah.

I didn’t mean for no shit like that to happen.

Blaze mad ‘cause you didn’t want him and set me up. I didn’t do anything.

I meant what I said when I said I wanted you. I want you and only you, Princess.