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“I swear this is her second time losing her key. I’m not giving her another one after this.” I groaned out loud as I shoved the covers away from my body, and I angrily got up after maybe two minutes of lying there once the doorbell rang.
I knew it was Mahogany. No one else would be ringing my doorbell at this time of the night. I slipped my feet into my house shoes and headed for the door. Just to be sure that it was her, I looked out of the window that was on the side of the door, and to my surprise, it wasn’t Mahogany. It was actually Miami. I released a sigh, although on the inside I was screaming and jumping up and down with joy that he was there.
I went over to the alarm system, which wasn’t too far from the door, and I disarmed it before I unlocked the door and opened it for him. The moment the door opened, I could smell a mixture of weed and his good smelling cologne coming from him. I’m not sure how he was able to wear a basic white V-neck, with basic white jeans and some white, low top Forces, and still be the most beautiful man in the world to me.
“I felt bad that I wasn’t able to go to the gravesite with y’all earlier today, so I just wanted to come over and check on you. I just wanted to make sure everything was alright with you,” he said.
The fact that he was so sincere looked so sexy on him. His beautiful, hazel eyes gleamed in the night light, and I stepped aside from the door, making way for him to come inside. Once he was, I closed the door behind him, locked it, and I led the way to the living room, where I had been watching TV.
Instead of taking a seat on the other couch, like he’d done that time he’d come over, he chose to take a seat on the same couch as me, sitting right next to me. I pulled the blanket that I originally had back over my body and focused my attention on the screen.
“You know when your girl gets high, she gets diarrhea of the mouth, right? She’s with Jabari right now, and I’m not even sure where they at, but I know they smoking. She told my cousin how you tried to kill yourself in here the other night. I landed about an hour ago, and he called me and shared that with me, so that’s why I’m really over here to figure out what you got going on. If you had called me, I would have stopped whatever the fuck I was doing, just to give you some company if you were feeling lonely. You popping pills now? Who you even get that shit from because I know you didn’t get it from a pharmacist?” he asked, hitting the nail right on the head.
When Trip was out, there were times that I would pop up on him, so I knew where to get what from. I knew who the hood pharmacists were, so that’s where I’d gotten the pills.
“I’m going to kill Mahogany for telling my damn business. While her high ass is spreading false reports, I hope she also tells him how I beat her ass that night too. For the thousand time, I was not trying to kill myself. I was taking pills so I could sleep. Damn, I can’t win for losing with y’all. When I don’t sleep, y’all worried about me. When I do sleep, y’all worried about me too. Why do you even
care?” I asked.
I could feel myself getting mad. Since that day that Mahogany pretty much saved my life, I felt like people have been treating me like a fuckin’ invalid. I was fine!
“The question is why the fuck don’t you care? You tripping. The people that are serving you those pills, you think they give a fuck if you get some sleep or not? Them niggas all about their fuckin’ money. Everybody knows that you’re Vonte’s mother; therefore they know that you just lost a son. You not in your right mind and them niggas served you some shit that they knew it was a strong possibility that you would overdose on that shit.
“To answer your question, I care because I care about your dumb ass! How many times have I told you that I’m here and I got you? The main nigga that’s trying to be here, you running him away. I guess you like when a nigga drags your ass across a table and slam you. Since I’m not going to rough you up like that, I guess you not interested, right?” he asked.
Miami was pissed. I could tell by the way his jaws kept flexing, and his caramel skin was turning red. I was shocked that he even knew about Miami handling me the way that he did. Then again, a lot of the dudes that were locked up with Trip were from Miami, so who knows who told Miami what went down that day inside the visitation room. I didn’t bother responding to Miami. I felt like we were too close to be arguing, so it was better that I didn’t say anything.
“What can I do to make this shit a little easier for you? I ain’t trying to get a phone call one day, saying that you harmed yourself or turn on the news and see that you overdosed. What I gotta do, Jashae?” he asked.
The fact that he didn’t call me by my nickname like he usually did, further confirmed that he was pissed off at me. I let out a sarcastic laugh and threw the blanket away from my body because I’d all of a sudden gotten hot. I picked up the remote that was on the ottoman, paused the TV, and I threw the remote with so much force that it hit the glass lamp that I had in my living room and quickly broke.
“Do you have super powers, Toddrick? Do you have a time machine where you can go back in time and bring my baby back? No, you can’t, so to answer your question, there isn’t shit you can do for me! You can do what everyone else is doing and leave me the fuck alone and allow me to get over this on my own! Thank you!” I yelled.
I tried to stand up and walk away from him, but he grabbed me by my arms and pulled me into him.
“He’s gone, shorty. Can’t nobody bring him back. If I had superpowers, you don’t think I would have been gave you your son back? I don’t find pleasure in seeing you like this, yo! You need to get some help, Jashae. You sitting up inside this pitch ass dark house and not getting out. Why you doing this to yourself? You know Vonte wouldn’t have wanted you punishing yourself like this,” he yelled.
I could hear it in his voice that he genuinely cared, but I was getting mad because I didn’t get why he cared so much.
“Let go of me, Toddrick! Get the fuck out too! I’m serious,” I yelled, struggling to get away from him, but he wasn’t letting up.
“I ain’t going nowhere, shorty. I don’t have a peace of mind that you’re okay, so I ain’t going no fuckin’ where!” he barked.
I got so angry, that I started swinging my hands wildly at him when he finally let them go. I landed slaps, scratches, everything on his face, and it felt good to just release. He sat there and took it. He let me do it.
“Get it out your system, yo! Do what you gotta do,” he said.
The whole time I was hitting him, I was crying. I got emotional when he said that Vonte was gone and no one would ever be able to bring him back. Granted, I knew that shit already, but to actually hear someone say it out loud like that sent me over the edge. I had made myself so tired that I ended up falling back on the floor, and I held my head in the palm of my hands and cried.
I felt Miami come over, and when he tried to touch me, I tried to kick and scream my way away from him, but he was able to get me down on my back, and his hands held both of my arms over my head. I was in a tank top gown, so when he pulled my hands over my head, my dress went up, showing the black, lace panties that I was wearing. My legs were even spread open a little bit, but he wasn’t even paying attention to any of that. His eyes were on me.
I had left long scratches all over his face, and because of the way that I was slapping him, his face had turned red. Any other nigga would have probably thrown my little ass off him or probably hit me back, but he didn’t. For five minutes, I lay out on the floor, letting out every emotion that I felt, and he allowed me to without interrupting me.
When I eventually calmed down, I was so embarrassed. I had allowed myself to be vulnerable in front of this man, and in the midst of doing that, I lost myself too. He eventually let go of my arms, and I used my hands to wipe my face. I didn’t even bother getting up, and neither did he.
He rolled over and lay next to me on the carpeted floor. The emotions and everything that I was feeling had me tired as hell. I couldn’t even fight it anymore because eventually, I fell asleep.
Toddrick “Miami” King
