He tossed her behind him and spun to face her.
“Get your bitch and put her out like the trash she is! And let her know if she comes around here again, she’s gon’ qualify for more than a dog walk!” Chevy spat, shoving him off.
Ledge kept his balance in front of her and bit down on his inner jaw.
“Chev— “
“No, fuck you and fuck that bitch! We are done, Ledge. If it ain’t about the kids, then I don’t want shit to do with your lying, cheating ass!” Chevy declared. “Laiy, let’s go!” She shouted to the back for her child.
Kitana was on the floor, scrambling to get to her feet, but she seemed broken. Laiyah came dashing from the back to her mother. She ran behind the counter so she wasn’t witness to Kitana on the ground. I watched her scurry by, trying to gripsomething to hold on to when Frequency appeared at the door. Chevy stormed out right past him, dragging poor little Laiyah behind her and nearly running him over in the process.
“Uncle Free!” Laiyah lit up and Chevy jerked her along angrily.
“Let’s go, Laiyah!” She grit her teeth, eyeing Frequency like he had wronged her too and stormed off.
“Chevy, I’ll call you!” I called after her.
Ledge dropped his head, looking completely exasperated while Kitana pressed her back against the reception desk.
“The fuck is going on here?” Frequency asked. “Ledge, the fuck you do?”
“Fuck you, a’ight. I’m handling it.” Ledge spoke up.
“Looks like it’s handling you.” Frequency noted, angering him. “Don’t bring that shit around here.”
“Oh, what you don’t want me tainting your girl?” He demanded, managing a deep scowl.
“I don’t want you fucking up business.” Frequency countered, narrowing both brows at him while his hands went into his pocket. “I told you from jump it was a bad idea having them both around here. Now look at this shit.” He waved at Kitana. “Get this bitch out of here.”
Contempt accompanied Ledge’s lips. I imagine he wanted to snatch Kitana up. She was discombobulated, and barely able to stand. Ledge didn’t look like he cared what happened to her one way or another. He just knew he had to get her the fuck out of here. Frequency moved his head back and forth, watching them exit.
“You good?” He asked, pausing on the other side of the counter.
I sucked in a deep breath and lowered my eyes to the computer screen.
“I am not the one that just blew out of here.” I answered, feeling his suspicion all over me as he surveyed me in front of him.
“A’ight, so what happened at the doctor? Why are you here instead of calling me and telling me what’s up?” He interrogated, resting an elbow on the counter.
I watched him put his chin in his hand and study me while I did everything but look him in the eye.
“I am fine. She said it was a mild cold and to rest and drink fluids.” I conveyed.
“Then why are you here instead of at home?” he queried next, head slanted to the side, examining me.
“I’m not handicapped.” I gave him the screw face. “I want to work.”
He squinted like he only half believed what I was telling him and my heart went crazy.How was it he already knew me so well?Frequency slid behind the counter and placed an arm on either side of me so that I couldn’t just pull away from him where I stood at the computer. His cologne made me nauseous suddenly and my mouth salivated like I was going to throw up. I tried to hold it in, but he saw my face lose color as I covered my mouth.
“Yo, you ’bout to throw up?” He asked, inching away from me.
I nodded and ran past him to the bathroom, barely making it over the toilet. Holding on to the side, I felt the sweat form on my forehead and sucked in deep breaths while trying to pull myself together. When I was done, I used the mouthwash that we kept tucked away to rinse my mouth out. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I felt defeated. There was no way I could hide this shit from him. He was going to be going to every doctor’s appointment with me until he could figure out what was wrong himself, that I was sure of. Grabbing a paper towel, I wiped mymouth and let myself out of the bathroom and into my office. Frequency waited behind my desk. Tapping a pencil against his index finger, he examined me when I emerged.
“Harbor, the fuck is going on? And lie to me if you want to, ’cause I ain’t buying that mild cold bullshit? You want me to call your doctor my damn self?” he demanded.
“She can’t tell you anything anyway. It violates HIPPA.” I countered, arms folding over my chest while staring back at him.
“You think she gon’ care about any of that with a gun in her face?” He asked.
