“That’s the only thing you got outta what I just said?”
“Yea, because I don’t kidnap people.”
“Then what the fuck am I doing standing in your living room with Thelma and Louis trying to suffocate me?” Tyler yelled in his face. “People are probably looking for me, and you got me in this…this,” She peered around the living room.
“Tread lightly.”
“Don’t tell me what to do and you kidnapped me. YOU. KIDNAPPED. ME!”
“I did your loudmouth ass a fucking favor! You was drunk as fuck last night and they were about to Trix and Ronnie your ass while yo weird ass nigga watched,” Logic screamed in her face. “You think I want to be in this bitch going back and forth withyou? Got my fucking living room smelling like a bottle return machine.”
“Are you staying I stink?”
“Baby girl, you smell like a can of Budweiser that’s been sitting in the sun.”
“Boy, fuck you,” Tyler spewed. “This ugly ass living room was probably stankin’ before I stepped foot... oh my bad, before I was dragged in this bitch.”
“You’re so fucking problematic, bro.”
“You kidnapped me and I’m problematic?” Tyler dramatically pointed to her chest. “Yea that makes sense. Where are my clothes and phone? I can be out of your hair in two seconds.”
“Your phone is on the kitchen table. I cut your location off because I don’t need niggas popping up at my shit. I answered the phone for your best friend. She said they were on their way.”
“I guess you want a thank you,” Tyler scoffed. Letting out a low chuckle, Logic dropped his head and rubbed the back of his neck.
“No, what I want is for you to make better decisions shorty. Had I not been there last night things could have gotten out of hand.”
“Nigga, who the fuck are you?” She laughed out loud. “I’ve been taking care of myself since I could walk. You think I need some wannabe ass rapper saving me?”
“Nah, shorty, you need God.”
Tyler’s body jolted at his words as if he threw a bucket of cold water on her. He was wrong. She needed God when her mother was lying on the concrete with her brains hanging out, or whenshe was in foster care begging her father to pick her up, but he couldn’t because his wife wouldn’t accept her. No, Tyler needed God when Carla tossed all of her belongings in a basement that reeked of mildew. She needed God when he sent Dex to her in the form of a savior, but in reality, he was one of Satan's soldiers. Nah, she didn’t need God. All Tyler needed was herself.
“I got me this far, not God,” she sneered, pushing past him. “Where's the bathroom in this dump?”
“Keep talking shit and I’ll make your ass sit outside and wait for your people,” Logic promised.
Tyler rolled her neck to rebut with a smart comment of her own, but the front door opened, temporarily distracting her. Another man she didn’t recognize walked in with a bucket and a bag from Dollar General. He dropped everything on the side of the couch before frowning at her.
“The fuck are you looking at?” Tyler snapped.
“Yo nasty ass,” Al replied.
“Excuse me.”
“You threw up in my fucking whip and the shit smells like somebody died. You need to go get your insides checked out. You’re too pretty to be releasing shit like that, put some pants on and go clean my car,” he snapped his fingers.
“Yall funny,” Tyler laughed. “This man kidnapped me, his goons tried to smother me, he called me stank, you calling me nasty. This gotta be a prank.”
“Who tried to smother her?” Al peered over at his best friend.
“The twins,” Logic chortled.
“My girls.”
“Wow, so yall all crazy.”
“Basically.” Al shrugged. “For real though, go clean my car out.”
