“I doubt they’re coming back.”
“You don’t know that,” he said, gripping the wheel tighter. “Use your head sometimes.”
I went quiet after that, not even knowing what to say back to him. That wasn’t the Marvin I was used to. He had never come at me like that before.
By the time we got back to the hotel, I didn’t say another word. I just got out and went straight to the bathroom, turning the shower on without even thinking.
The hot water hit my skin, running down my face as I stood there, letting everything replay in my head.
My phone being on, the whole situation, and Kyrie. I ran my hands through my hair slowly, my jaw tightening
“Crazy ass…” I said to myself.
I wanted to be mad at him so damn bad, but I couldn’t.
I could heareverything from upstairs, every word, every shift in tone, and honestly, I wasn’t shocked. Lex had been acting funny for a while now. Ever since that rehearsal dinner, something about her energy had been off. The little comments, the looks, the fake support… that shit didn’t sit right with me then, and it damn sure didn’t sit right with me now.
I had been genuinely happy for her when she told me she was marrying Marvin, so yeah, it hit different seeing her act like this with me. Like I was the problem. Like I had done something to her.
I sat on my bed for a second, letting that thought sit heavy on my chest before I finally shook it off and got up. Walking over to my dresser, I grabbed something quick to wear, then headed into the bathroom.
The moment I stepped under the water, everything I’d been holding in started slipping out, the tears mixing right in as they ran down my face. I was trying to make sense of it all. Was it always like this? Had I just been ignoring the signs?
I stayed there for a second longer before finally turning the water off.
Once I got dressed, I went back into my room and grabbed my phone, calling Drayla. It rang twice before she picked up.
“Hey, boo, you good?” she asked, her voice already laced with concern.
“Yeah, I’m straight,” I said, forcing it.
“Mhm… what’s going on?”
“What are you doing right now?”
“Nothing. Just sitting here watching TV. My man done disappeared somewhere. I don’t know where he went,” she said, laughing.
“I feel you,” I replied, pausing for a second. “You mind meeting me somewhere?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yeah, that’s fine. Where you trying to go?”
“I don’t care. I just need to get out for a minute. Clear my head.”
“Aight, I got a spot. It’s this little park I go to sometimes when I need to breathe. I’ll send you the address.”
“That’s perfect.”
We hung up, and not even five seconds later, my phone buzzed with the location. I grabbed my stuff and headed downstairs.
I ain’t gonna even lie… right then would’ve been the perfect time to roll something up and let the smoke clear my head. But I hadn’t touched a blunt since I’d been here with Kyrie. I hadn’t even thought about it until now.
When I got downstairs, Kyrie was in the living room, posted up on the couch with ESPN playing. I walked over and sat next to him, but he didn’t even look my way at first.
“Kyrie,” I called.
He finally turned his head slowly. “Wassup?”
“I’m finna go to the park with Drayla. Clear my head for a minute.”
