“Fuuuuuuuck!”
Tossing the brick at the wall, I watched it shatter before powder flew everywhere.
“Fucking cocaine! This the shit that got her fucking tweaking?”
Grabbing another brick, I repeated the motion. Before I knew it, my count began drastically decreasing as I grabbed another and another and another, creating a dusty mess that would’ve been a dream to Solana.
“She… She ain’t what I fucking need! She ain’t what I fucking need!”
If it weren’t for the mask, Nel would walk in tomorrow and find my ass dead from an overdose. There was a white haze in the air, and I could no longer see in front of me. I went to reachfor another and nearly slipped on the residue coating the floor. Still, that didn’t stop me from finding my way to the piles again, not giving one fuck that I was destroying hundreds of thousands of dollars of product.
With my chest heaving, head pounding, and muscles aching, I was furious. Furious at her vulnerability to a fucking drug. Furious that it had been weeks of her being locked in Jisei’s basement.
“It could have been anybody! Anybody!” My knees hit the floor, and my arms dropped as my head hung. “Every assignment you’ve thrown my way. I’ve completed every assignment you’ve thrown at me. I’ve been obedient. I’ve been loyal. I’ve been honest. I’ve been disciplined. But…”
I looked up at the ceiling, needing an answer. “Why her, God? Hunh? This shit ain’t funny. The same—” My head dropped again, me struggling to find the words. “She got the same fuckin’ addiction my father had. She thought she was gonna love me in secret like that bitch-ass nigga? She thought she was gone be able to have them drugs and me? Had she not learned enough living in my fuckin’ house? My house!”
My chest heaved aggressively, and my lack of breath were not from the tiny specks that still floated down on me.
“Why the fuck you give me a bitch that’s addicted to cocaine? You gave me a fuckin’ coward. Slick and sneaky. You gave me my father in female form. Why do that shit to me?”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
I could feel the tremor in my knees from the banging. Covered in powder from head to toe, I stood carefully not to bust my ass. Keeping the mask in place, I trudged across the room. Some of the cocaine particles were still floating in the air, but most of it had created a thick blanket on the floor. Typing the code into the panel that granted me access to downstairs, I nearly sprinted down them.
“Woah! Woah! Fuck you lookin’ like a big-ass abdominal snowman for?”
Hobo had the railing from the bed in his hand and must’ve been hitting the ceiling with it.
“What the”
Grabbing him by his neck, I rammed him into the brick wall. He’d been taking care of his hygiene, so he wasn’t sour, thankfully. I wouldn’t have been able to smell him through the mask anyway, but I didn’t want to be in no dirty motherfucker’s presence. He’d been brushing his big chicklet-ass teeth, too, judging by the dried toothpaste at the crease of his mouth.
“I don’t know if you know this, but you way past your fuckin’ expiration date. You’re fed, housed, and clothed. The way I see it, you more put up than these bitches out here.”
Hobo was gasping for air, and when I began to see the whites of his eyes, I let him go. He dropped to the floor like a rag doll, coughing roughly.
“What the fuck, bruh? I was just tryna call you down here to tell you the hot water ain’t working.” Hobo grabbed his neck.
“Nigga, do I look like the fuckin’ plumber?”
Hobo scooted backward, not having anywhere to go since the wall was behind him. “Aite, aite! Damn. You know if my people been lookin’ for me? My mama?—”
“Nigga, yo’ mama dead!”
“I… I meant my brothers.”
They were dead too. I didn’t divulge that information to him, though. His mother had died when he was a jit. His brothers’ demises were compliments of the mob. Neltz wanted his daddy alive; he didn’t say shit about the rest of the lineage.
“Hobo.” I was at my wits’ end and would fuck around and kill this nigga too.
“Aite, damn. Angry-ass nigga! And is that cocaine?”
Stiffening, it dawned on me that I’d fucked up. It was bad enough that the two of them were in one place. I was moving recklessly, and it was all because of this girl in my fucking frontal.
“Go sit and think about your fucked up ways, Hobo.”
“Man, you on some other shit.”
