Free A Gangsters Melody by Sean A. Wright

sounding so sincere.
“Thank you.” I said, as I headed to the bathroom, Travon poured a drink and answered his cell phone. He told me it was Sincere and that he would find out what happened to everybody. Then he went into his bedroom and closed the door. I ran a nice hot bath and turned on the Jacuzzi jets. I then helped myself to the Aromatherapy products that Travon told me about. I eased into the tub nice and slow and winced in pain from the combination of boiling hot water and the sudden loss of my virginity. Once my body got acclimated to the hot water I laid back, put a hot rag over my eyes and just tried to relax and figure out what the hell was going on with my life. How could my life take such a drastic turn in just a matter of hours? In less than 24 hours I was damn near stabbed by a group of the local fly girls, then I was befriended by the same group of girls, then I was treated to a shopping spree and makeover, rubbed elbows with celebrities and lost my virginity to a very attractive, and successful man. What the hell was going on? After just soaking for a while I removed the rag from my eyes so that I could wash up. I looked at the water and to my surprise there were droplets of blood in the water from where I was ripped from my little sex-capade with Travon. Well no use crying over spilled milk. What’s done is done, I thought to myself. I was finished in the tub and felt a whole lot better. Travon had never brought me the shorts and t-shirt so I wrapped a towel around me and walked to his bedroom. He was still on the phone with Sincere. When he saw my reflection in the mirror, he cut his phone call short.
“Yo Sincere. I’ll holler at you later and we’ll make some power moves. Alright fam. Peace.” He said as he closed his cell phone, before turning and talking to me.
“Hey I couldn’t find any shorts to fit you, but feel free to get a t-shirt out of the closet.” He said pointing to the giant walk-in closet.
“Thank you. Damn. How long are you in town for?” I asked, noticing the abundance of clothes he had hanging up in the closet.
“Just a few more days, but I change a couple of times a day.” he responded laughing.
“Yeah. I can see that.” I said, putting on one of his oversized t-shirts.
“Well I’m going to hit the couch, the bedroom is all yours.” He said, grabbing a pillow and a blanket.
“Well wait, that bath woke me up a bit. Why don’t we talk for a minute?” I asked, patting the bed.
“I don’t know ma? No disrespect, but that’s how shit got started earlier.” He said, hesitant about my offer.
“Look. I don’t know what happened earlier, but I wasn’t in my right state of mind. And I apologize for blaming you. The night is really a blank.” I said, apologetically.
“It’s all good. I didn’t mean to scream on you either, but as funny as it may sound, I’m really feeling you so far and I don’t want you to think nothing negative about me.” He said, inching closer to the bed.
“Come on, let’s call a truce.” I said, smiling and pretending to wave a white flag.
“A truce huh? Okay. So what’s up?” he said, finally sitting down.
“Nothing really. I just don’t want to hear my grandmother’s mouth that’s all.” I said.
“Let’s not talk about that right now.” He said, playing in my hair as I lay across his lap.
“Well what do you want to talk about then?” I asked, feeling relaxed.
“I don’t know. Tell me something good. Tell me what your dreams are.” He asked, inquisitively.
“Well I have a lot, but my biggest dream is to own a chain of beauty salons.” I answered, proudly.
“Really? That’s what’s up. What’s another one?”
“Nah. I’m not telling you that, because you’re going to think that I’m just saying that because of your line of work.”
“Come on, tell me. What is it?” He urged on.
“Okay. I want to be a singer.”
“Say word. Let me hear you blow something.”
“Oh hell no. You crazy Tray.”
“Come on. You