“To bed. I’m gonna pretend like you didn’t say that dumb ass shit.” The next thing I heard was the sound of the bedroom door slamming shut. I took a seat on the couch and buried my face in my hands. I loved him, I really did. But I refused to be embarrassed because he wanted to portray a certain image to the media. The Raheem I knew was a man of his word. The Raheem I knew didn’t give a fuck about what others thought of him. He was true to himself. I didn’t know who that man upstairs was, but it wasn’t my Raheem.
