In the Gray

by B.B. Reid

but he stepped out of reach, forcing me to blindly chase after him.

He childish

“I like you, Dream, more than I’ve ever liked anyone. I think about you all day, and even when I try to stop, I just wonder if you’re thinking about me too. I love making you smile, and I’m obsessed with making you come. I have no intentions of stopping anytime soon, so running away from me is a big fucking problem. I’d rather spend that time giving you what you came to Idlewild looking for.”

Awww

“I want to give you shelter and be your peace. I want to take care of you, Dream. I want to be yours. I won’t ask if you like me too because I don’t waste time with stupid questions. Instead, I’ll only ask one.” I held my breath and waited even though I already knew what his question—and what my answer—would be. “Can I be your boyfriend, Atlas Ilana Beck?”

“Fucking you, taking care of you, coming home to you every day…I haven’t felt this passionate about something since I fixed my first car. I can’t stop, Atlas. I will never stop. I need you to claim me too.”

gasped when he added a third finger. “It’s because of you. I didn’t just wait my entire life for you, Atlas. I saved all my kisses and compliments. I swallowed every promise. I guarded my loyalty…for you. I kept my heart hard as stone so that when the day came I found the woman I couldn’t hold any of that back for, I’d know without a doubt that I’d found the one.”

“I can walk, you know.” “I don’t know shit,”

“Do I strike you as a person who can be taken advantage of, Atlas?” I didn’t even need to think about the answer. “No.” “Then why are you sitting here thinking of ways to piss me off? What’s the matter?”

“Don’t ever insult my manhood again.”

🤣🤣🤣 after that whole speech

Apparently, I could spend a ridiculous three-figure amount on a trash can, but he drew the line at scented candles, saying he didn’t want his house smelling like the back room of a strip club.

Rowdy made me watch while he cut them up with a kitchen knife until the stuffing and feathers littered our bedroom floor like a second rug.

“I know what I said, Dream. Fuck that phone. My only concern is you, and right now, I want to feed you.”

Awe he saved her then treated her

I threw the Xbox controller down and hopped over the couch to give chase. By the time I reached the door, she was already in the car and gunning it down the driveway.

Whipping out my nine, I aimed for her front tire, making Atlas scream when I pulled the trigger twice. I was so mad I missed both times, which only pissed me off even more—that and the two bullet holes in my pavement.

I rubbed at my brow and sighed. “You know what I want, Atlas. Bring your ass back here.”

“No.” She whimpered. “You tried to kill me.” “I did not try to kill you, you fucking crybaby. I tried to kill your car. Why would I hurt you when I love you? Just come home to me so we can talk about this.” I didn’t realize what I’d let slip until I heard her tiny gasp. “Fuck,” I mouthed.

“You’re fucking your own daughter!”

Oop..

“Call her a bitch again,” he said through gritted teeth, “and I’m going to show you how this nine works.”

He said what he said

“I got enough damn problems. He just gon’ pull a gun on me? His boy? The fuck I look like playing detective anyway?”

“We’re going to get Mama Dearest’s DNA, and if she gives us any trouble, we can stick this swab up her cooch instead.”

Oh woooow

She was now hard at work drawing huge rainbow dongs on the immaculate door.

“Shit!” “No, thanks,” Ruen said as she grabbed a white can from her bag and started drawing semen, to make it look like the dicks were ejaculating. “I took one before I left home.”

“Ladies,” she greeted. Her gaze shifted between Ruen and me before settling on me. “How can I help you?” “Someone vandalized your door,” Ruen blurted before I could speak. “He went that way.” She pointed down the street.

It stung a little—the way Jada was clearly ready to discard me all over again. “Don’t you think you should prove it?” “And why would I do that?”

“Did I? You seemed to be doing that all on your own. Joren told me about how you purposely tracked them down. What’s still unclear is why. Was it money? Did your little scheme fail, and now you’re after mine? I mean, damn, little girl. I couldn’t get rid of you fast enough when you were born, but you can’t seem to take the hint. I gave you up, which means I don’t owe you shit. Do us all a favor and go back to where I left you.”

“What’s up, Dream? What is it? Someone fucked with you? Let me get my gun.”

Coop never cried. He just sat and plotted his revenge like a psychopath in the making.

“Damn, baby,” I grumbled as I took a seat next to her. “This shit is getting out of hand. I think we need to send those damn kids to disciplinary camp or something. We’re not the Addams.”

“I tried to, remember? You said I couldn’t threaten to shoot them motherfuckers anymore.”

“Because your kids thought it would be fun to get shot and would always dare you to do it. They wanted to have bullet holes like their daddy.”

“Remember that time Malayah had her first sleepover, and you ruined it by breaking into her friend’s house in the middle of the night, scaring that little girl’s parents half to death, and bringing Yah-Yah back home because you said you couldn’t sleep without your daughter under your roof?” “Stop bringing up old shit, Atlas. That was so long ago.” “That was last month, Owen.”