“Dare I say I feel empty?” Spice dramatically gagged.
“Oh, so I guess yall don’t wanna go to the studio with me.”
“Can we take our camera?” Shugg quizzed.
“Yea, just don’t post anything without me seeing it first.”
“Well, what do you know, the feeling passed.” Spice stood up straight. “I’m about to get dressed and charge my camera.” She bounced away.
“Me too.” Shugg ran behind her sister but stopped when she reached the doorway. “Lo.”
“Yea.”
“You not gone let her take us, are you?”
The question caused his stomach to flip. Maybe after the first year he would’ve happily given them back, but now... Pepperdidn’t stand a chance. Logic would take her to court, and even if he lost, she still wasn’t getting them.
“Hell nah,” Logic promised. “What’s that ghetto shit yall be saying?Could’ve never thought,” he mocked the twins, causing them to giggle.
“And that’s on period,” he followed up, making them double over.
They were laughing, but Logic was dead ass serious. Pepper would have to kill him first.
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After signing in at the front desk, Tyler made her way to her mother’s room. The nurses said she had a cold and offered Tyler a mask, which she declined. She started to snap on them, wondering why no one called her, but she remembered her broken phone. Tyler made a mental note to activate her new phone, and this time she wouldn’t download any social media apps.
“There she goes.” Mr. Rogers wheeled his chair in Tyler’s direction. “The girl that sings. What do you have for me today?”
“Hey Mr. Rogers.” She smiled at him. “I’m not in much of a singing mood today.”
“Just give me a little something,” he begged, wheeling behind her.
Stopping, Tyler turned around to face him. She twisted her lips while running through her mental Rolodex. Deciding onBreakevenby The Script, Tyler slowly hummed a little to catch the beat. The pop song was a little upbeat, but she wanted to slow it down. She needed it to match her mood.
“I'm still alive but I'm barely breathin'. Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while he got freedom. 'Cause when a heart breaks, no, it don't break even,”Tyler's sweet voice serenaded Mr. Rogers and any other onlookers that stopped to listen.
“What am I supposed to do when the best part of me should’ve been you? And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're okay? I'm fallin' to pieces, yeah. I'm fallin' to pieces,”Tyler hummed from a place of hurt and anger.
“Baby girl.” Mr. Rogers touched his chest. “If I had my other leg and my shotgun, I’d ride out on whatever clown that hurt you.”
“Me too,” another resident named Thomas fumed. “Pissing me smooth the fuck off,” he grunted. “Wait, who are we mad at?”
“Thomas, get yo forgetful ass on,” Mr. Rogers fussed.
“Don’t call me forgetful, you old bastard.”
“Says the man that forgets to wipe his own ass. Got the hallway smelling like horse shit.”
“Who do?” Thomas staggered toward Mr. Rogers.
“The shitty ass owl.”
“Ohhhh nigga, you’re in for it.”
“Ok guys. Let's not fight in front of the pretty lady.” Nurse Hawkins stood between the men.
