Free Nice Guys Don't Finish Last by Chavez Brown

I yelled.
“I am so sorry I sound horrible,” Delmar apologized.
“It is fine, we just have to get that note right. I know you can do it, give me the same note,” I said as Roger smiled at me.
“What”, I asked.
“Nothing, I see someone’s growing into a man,” Roger whispered.
“Okay, Delmar. I want you to start from the top again!”
“Can Somebody Wake Me Up feat. Abdul”
    I sat on the love seat with my head buried in my hands in a silence that felt so loud. It would be a denying fact if I claimed there wasn’t any tension, Nico sat across the room from me playing the same key over & over again on the piano. He hardly said a thing or two to me since the visit to the hospital three days ago. He looks like a sad puppy being taken away from his mother.
    “Baby, are you alright,” I asked holding Milo in my arms as I finished the remainder of the Chardonnay from a week ago.
    “Yes, I will be cool. I am learning the chords to this new song,” he said barely touching any key on the piano with his brain itching to bust out of his head.
    “Dammit, Abdul! Are you telling me the truth about being faithful? Because things are not adding up to me,” he said slamming his fingers on the keys.
    “I knew you were going to ask me that again. For the third time, I am telling you the truth. I can pull out my test results to show you I am negative. I don’t know how you contracted syphilis,” I lifted myself up from the couch and kneeled down to reassure my innocence. There was vacancy in his eyes that detracted from the substantial issue. The coldness in his pupils dilated into a mystery of what thoughts are channeled in his brain.
    He removed himself from the piano still engaged in eye contact with me & I felt a sudden chill grasp me down my spine, as he closed the piano case down, and walked to the bathroom a few feet away from the living room! Figuratively speaking, Nico’s shadow on the wall resonate the spun of an evil creature with horns, and bird-like legs.
    “New message,” Nico’s phone alerted sedentary on the dining room table. The blue light on the phone glared on the wall, as I stared at it. My hands were triggered by curiosity, but my legs were ready to escape inside the kitchen to look for a bite to eat.
    “New Message,” the phone alerted again, and I was distracted by the blue light reflecting on the wall. A sandwich called my stomach, but that phone screamed “Abdul, pick me up.”
    I glanced at the closed bathroom door, and heard Nico humming Minnie Riperton’s “Inside my Love”, then glanced back at the phone. I anxiously bit my lips, and stared from the corner of my eyes, quickly snatching the phone off the table as I paced back & forth in the kitchen.
    The display screen revealed itself and the phone was on lock. Frustration burst my beefy chest, eager to know what the message consist of. The password was none other than “Hyman”, considering he is a huge Phyllis Hyman fan. The phone displayed two new messages, and the most recent text said:
“Hey baby! I haven’t been ducking you out, just been a bit busy. I can’t wait to see you this week, sexy.”
    Before I could read the messages sent, Nico walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck pouting like someone stole his last cookie out of the jar. I desperately wanted to ask what did these texts mean, and if it would be a revelation of everything I thought I knew? Thoughts began to attack my brain cells like a massive race at the Baltimore Preakness. A big part of me wanted to avoid any argument that would trigger from a simple question, but the other half was curious to inquire.
    “Who’s Deshawn,” I asked biting down on my bottom lip.
“Huh? Who said something about a Deshawn,” he asked avoiding eye contact with me.
“I did. He just sent you a message.”
“A message? Why are you going through my phone,” he asked.
“Because I have a right to, you do it all the time to me. But not for one second have I done