I shook the next bag open and kept goin’.
“Please… bruh… please…” he rasped.
I ignored it…
“I really got to sit with ‘Nelle,” I continued, movin’ around the table, cleanin’ off what I needed to clean off before I kept goin’. “I got to talk to her without all that extra shit around, andI ain’t gon’ lie, that made me realize I been holdin’ back on some shit I ain’t even have no reason to hold back on.”
He coughed, wincin’, and I could tell he was tryna focus but his body wasn’t keepin’ up.
“I think I’m done doin’ that,” I said. “I’m done actin’ like I don’t feel what I feel just ’cause it’s easier that way.”
After a while, I picked up another bag and tied it off neat, then looked over at him again like I was really waitin’ on him to respond.
“Let me ask you somethin’,” I said. “Is how you felt about your baby mama?”
He frowned.
“Yunique,” I added like it was casual. “That your girl, right?”
His eyes moved a lil’, and I could see pain hit him.
“Cause I was thinkin’ about it,” I went on, noddin’ to myself like I was workin’ through somethin’ real. “You had to feel somethin’ strong for her, right?”
I shrugged…
“Then again,” I muttered, wipin’ my arms off slow while I looked over at him. “She can’t really hold shit down no more anyway. I threw her ass out the jet, so I guess that part don’t even matter now.”
He looked at me, and I could see it click, but by now, it was too late for this nigga to be thinkin’ about anything.
I kept movin’ around the room, pickin’ up what needed to be picked up, cleanin’ what needed to be cleaned and when I came back around in front of this nigga, I crouched down just enough so we was eye level.
“Bruh… you fuckin’ sick, dawg,” he managed to say, his voice weak but still tryna sound like he mattered.
I sat here for a second and really thought about what he said, tiltin’ my head like I was considerin’ his words for real.
“Nah,” I said after a moment, standin’ back up. “I ain’t sick.”
He coughed, blood hittin’ his lip while he tried to laugh through it.
“This ain’t normal…”
I looked down at him, calm as ever.
“That’s your problem right there,” I told him. “You think this got somethin’ to do with normal.”
I stepped closer, my tone changin’ just enough so he could hear the difference.
“I don’t kill human beings, nigga,” I said. “I deal with animals.”
He blinked at me, confused again.
“And what you did,” I continued, “that was animal shit. Kickin’ in a door, puttin’ fear in somebody who ain’t deserve it, takin’ what ain’t yours like you ain’t got no sense of right or wrong… that ain’t no human behavior.”
I crouched down in front of him again, restin’ my arms on my knees.
“So nah, I ain’t sick,” I added, lookin’ him dead in his eyes. “But you and your people was never built for this life in the first place.”
He tried to say somethin’, but it came out weak, like he ain’t even have the strength to finish the thought.
