Find the true reason Solana is here
Figure out if Solana is supposed to be my wife, again
Find a wife that isn’t Solana
Kill every breathing Rodríguez Cartel member (URGENT)
Fuck Bahati up (TBD)
Get my fucking daughter
Get Bahati’s arm fixed
Get to know my daughter
Figure out what the fuck I’m going to do with Solana
Leave the mob entirely or marry Bahati or Solana
This shit couldn’t getany more hectic.
Chapter 5
Glow
For the life of me, I couldn’t understand how I was in the most comfortable spot in the house, but I was still somehow uncomfortable. With my eyes closed, I’d been tossing and turning for the last few hours. It wasn’t because I was restless. No, I’d been resting just fine for the last few days. It was the call I ignored from my mama, and then the text she sent right after that unnerved me.
Every limb in my body ached, and the thought of continuing to lie in bed made me sick to my stomach. Just thinking the word “sick” made me sit up, my back popping due to the sudden movement. Swinging my legs over the side of my bed, I nearly fell from the tangled sheets as I ran to the bathroom. Hitting the light on the wall so that I could see, I fell to my knees, face in the toilet, and released.
Bwaaaaaaaahh!
Gripping the sides of the commode, my knees throbbed against the cold tile flooring. I’d shed my clothes a day or so ago, so I was in a tank top and panties. Now, on the cool floor, I was regretting not having anything on. Sucking in air, my face was back inside the toilet before I could exhale.
Bwaaaaaahhhhh!
Tears burned my eyes as the vomit violently ejected from my body.
Glee.
Bwaaaah! Bwaaaah!
A baby.
Bwahhhh!
Marriage.
Bwaaahhh!
Every time a thought came to mind, puke followed. When nothing else came out, I flushed the toilet, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and stood on shaky legs. Gripping the vanity, I squinted with disgust and tried not to jump out of my skin as I stared back at my reflection. My skin was pale, my lips were dry and cracked, and the extensions on my head needed shampooing , deep conditioning, and some styling. I licked my lips for a quick fix, noticing the bags under my eyes even though I’d slept enough to last me a week. I was so frail that just standing hurt, and my arms felt as if I’d been doing pull-ups.
The plus side to looking like death was that I felt lighter. A smile spread across my brittle lips before the internal disgust reared its head. Ignoring that feeling of disappointment, I turned around and grabbed the knob of the shower, placing the handle exactly where I knew the temperature would be just right for my shower. While waiting for the water to warm, I peeled my clothing off my weakened body. When my underwear hit the floor, my lip curled at the sight of the crusty discharge in the seat. No pungent smell hit me, letting me know my girl was appropriately self-cleaning during my hibernation.
After tossing my clothes in the hamper, I ventured to the wall where my best friend and worst enemy were. Stepping onto the cold glass, I backed off as the numbers appeared, waking the device. Holding my breath and then exhaling so that I wouldn’tadd any extra ounces, I stepped onto the scale. The numbers were calculated for a few seconds until settling on the final ones. My smile broadened, and only then could I feel a split in my cracked lips, which I knew produced blood.
One hundred and fifteen pounds. In three days, I’d lost seven pounds.
Now, with more pep in my step, even in my weakened state, I stepped into the shower and grabbed my exfoliating gloves. Once they were lathered in antibacterial soap, I scrubbed my body from neck to foot, excluding my intimate parts. I repeated the wash twice, and by the time I removed the gloves and grabbed my loofah to add the Dove Sensitive Skin Body Wash, steam was floating around me. The antibacterial soap left me feeling squeaky clean, but it stripped all the natural oils from my skin. Many forgot the importance of replenishing your skin’s natural microbiome, and that’s why Dove was needed in the soap market. Once I felt good about cleansing and moisturizing, I grabbed the gentle terry cloth and feminine wash to clean my girl down below. It had taken me years to figure out what worked for my body. Thankfully, the internet and brand deals had come along, making it easier for me to discover new products. From the amount I received for free alone, I was able to find a lineup that worked for me. Bacterial vaginosis wasn’t fun, and I’d gone through a phase where it seemed like it would never disappear.
