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I went straight to his lap and planted myself comfortably. “This is for us to share,” I spoke closely to his ear, handing him the water.
“You still having a good time?”
“Being babysat? Of course!” Opening the cold bottle of water, Jas issued me the side eye. “I’m kidding. This place is fucking litty!” I took a sip of the brandy. Then I put it to his mouth. When Jas stalled, I cried, “Awww, c’mon! I’d like to see you loose in this lifetime when you’re not banging my guts out.”
Jas snickered at that, shaking his head. “I’m good.”
“One tiny sip, bible-thumper!” I was nearing drunk for sure. Jas accepted the glass, taking a quick sip I couldn’t measure. His face contorted as he swallowed. “Not fair. Doesn’t seem like you had a lot!” I studied the tumbler.
“Shi, I’m good. You have a good time with; it’ll be your last while we’re here.”
I pouted. “Why?”
“Because I want you to have a good time and not wake up with regrets. Plus, you gotta be on guard for safety reasons.”
I barked in laughter. “I’ve got like twelve niggas shadowing me. Even Juggy won’t let me out of his sight!”
“He ain’t supposed to.”
“Well, he’s about to be out of luck, ‘cause momma gots to pee. He can’t come in there.” I stood, taking off with my swag walk.
Yup. My ass was nearing drunk.
“She ain’t give me the pussy yet, but shortie had my ass singing up the chair with her hand game work, yo!” Juggy shouted over the music, making the jerking off movement with his hand. “She did this slow stroke shit thing that blew my mind! Broad ain’t even have to use her mouth!”
Man shook his head, laughing while I only shook my head, looking toward the bathroom. Ashira had been in there too long. Shizu had come up to talk to Man since she left and I asked her to check in on Ashira. That was almost five minutes ago. Frustrated, I looked back at the cat I had posted with me in the VIP section. He was talking on his earpiece, something I wasn’t sure was possible: the music was loud in here.
Anger coated my fucking chest in a way I knew could grow uncontrollable if I didn’t get my shit together. Doing that meant giving the unease spinning in my belly to God. This may have been my anxiety over the girl’s safety as it had always been, I wasn’t sure. I turned forward again, eyes toward the bathroom.
Calm down. You ain’t got no reason to believe everything ain’t okay.
Jesus, help me.
Then scripture began flowing into my mind that I could only describe as supernaturally. It had to be because the dark space I’d been internally gravitating to was not biblically based.
Psalm ninety-one verses four and five didn’t cool the heated churn in my belly. My armpits grew damp all of a sudden. Deuteronomy chapter three verse nine didn’t cure it. Not Psalms one hundred-fifteen verse eleven. Isaiah forty-one verse ten didn’t do it either. Second Timothy chapter one verse seven was when I gave up.
I stood to my feet and when I turned to the security, his head flew up, eyes toward the bathroom. I swung around and found a woman, likely security, trying to ram the door open.
“Sin,” the security behind me shouted. “Somet’ing’s wrong. Someone heard an explosion, and the door to the ladies’ room is locked.”
I knew the play, at least I thought I did. “Get that fuckin’ door open!” I pointed across the room. “Yo, Man, follow me! Jug, get the girls!”
I jumped over the metal gate separating us from the dancefloor and pushed my way to the entrance. Once outside, ignoring all the nasty words from the patrons I pushed aside, I tried to figure out which side of the building the bathroom was on.
I turned to Man. “They blocked off the bathroom. They blew up a wall back there. Which way for that bathroom?”
Man looked up and around the building then took off for the left side. I followed on his trail with a pounding chest and feet I couldn’t feel. The warming in my belly grew hotter and my heart felt heavy.
We turned a corner so fast, Man ran out of one of his boat shoes. When we turned the other corner of the building, I spotted a running van and my worst fear was spot on. These niggas was trying to take my baby. I ran even faster and, out of nowhere, the barrage of thoughts firing across my skull like fleeting synapses happened again.
I’ve never had a home.
I’ve never lived with a woman other than my mother and grandma.
I’ve never proposed to Ashira.
I’ve never worn a ring.
