“You look in the mirror every day. You know what’s up there.”
“Shut up,” he snorted, running his hand through his unruly hair. “Let me ask you something.”
“Oh lord.”
“Nah, nothing like that,” he chuckled. “What do you do when you get writer's block?”
“You’re going to judge me.”
“I won’t.”
“I watch slapping competitions,” Tyler confessed.
“Man, what?”
“Power Slap…that’s my show.”
“Like the shit where they be slapping the fuck outta each other?”
“Yep, that andCriminal Minds.”
“So you mean to tell me your violent ass like to watch people slapping each other and serial killers?”
“I do. There’s something about people being knocked out after talking so much shit that excites me.”
“Why not watch boxing?”
“Slapping is more personal. I’ve seen people get their teeth knocked out by an open palm.”
“That’s some crazy shit.”
“It is, but that’s what I like to watch when I’m feeling blocked.” Tyler shrugged. “I’m going to send you some videos.”
“Oh shit,” Logic grinned. “Are we entering the part of our friendship where we send each other Reels all day?”
“We can’t be friends.”
“That’s what I’m saying. I’m trying to make shit official, but you wanna friend zone a nigga. We could be watching that slap box shit together while I rub on your booty.”
“You wish.” Tyler playfully rolled her eyes. “What was your favorite song of mine?” She changed the subject, pulling her lip into her mouth.
“I’ll know it when I see it, in my bones, I'm gonna feel it. Bruised and broken heart, the love of my life, he’s going to heal it,” Logic’s raspy voice hummed. “And I’m not looking for a savior, baby, I can save myself. Trusting the wrong people can be bad for your health.”
Tyler swallowed the lump in her throat as her insides melted. The man was singing. He was singing her song… an old song that few people remembered, and he sounded damn good.
“Ty, where you at girl?” Dexter hollered out, entering the bedroom.
“I gotta go,” Tyler abruptly ended the call.
Hopping off the counter, Tyler flushed the toilet before sticking the phone in the waistband of her shorts. As soon as she unlocked the door, Dexter yanked it open. His eyes roamed her body before landing on her face.
“What were you doing?”
“What’s the customary thing for people to do in the bathroom?” Tyler answered, brushing past him.
“Uh, did you pop that e-pill?”
A wave of a nausea washed over Tyler as Shane’s words rang in her ears. ‘He’s an enabler right along with your aunt. They both like to see you drunk and high because not only do you act up, but you’re also vulnerable.’
