“Where are you at?” Symphony snapped. She was damn near ready to change her number and be done with everybody.
“I’ll text you the address.”
Without responding, she ended the call and got in her car. After pushing the button to start the engine, Symphony waited for the address to come through. She was tired and grateful that the destination was only ten miles away. Symphony was so annoyed that she drove in complete silence. She didn’t want to hear music. Highs and lows. The story of her life. When Symphony arrived at the address that her sister had given her, she had to do a double take. It was dark out, but underneath a streetlight, was Block. He was in Blak’s face, and they appeared to be arguing. Symphony exited the car anxiously wanting to know what was going on.
“You out here, tweaking.” Block didn’t yell, but his tone was harsh. “You already got some bitches to beat her ass. The money is on the way. Fuck you slapping her for?”
That question made Symphony’s blood boil. “Slap who?!”
Block whirled around at the same time that Monique sprang from her car. “This fuck nigga put his hands on me.”
Symphony’s anger switched from being directed at Blak to her sister. “And it’s not the first time it happened! So you would think you’d stop asking for credit. You’d also think dumb ass niggas would stop giving you credit!” It took everything in her not to throw the money at her sister. That’s how angry Symphony was.
“You never gotta worry about this Perc head bitch getting shit from me ever again,” Blak spat with disdain.
“You talking all that shit. I shouldn’t give you anything.”
“Bitch who the fuck you think you playing with?”
He stepped around Block and advanced toward Monique. Symphony almost twisted her ankle running up on Blak to stop him from hitting her sister. She almost sprang it again when Block pushed her a little too hard for her liking.
“You stay out of that,” he stated.
“If he hits my sister, it’s a wrap for that. So, rather than putting your hands on me you need to get this idiot.”
Blak’s nostrils flared as he flicked the tip of his nose. “There isn’t going to be too much more disrespect Symphony.” His tone held a hint of warning that made Block glare at his cousin while it made Symphony release a mock laugh.
“And what the fuck you gon’ do?”
Block’s jaw muscles flexed. “This man has his money. We can all leave. You a whole fucking doctor. You don’t need to be out here involved in this shit.”
“How do you know Block and Blak?” Monique’s anger dissipated, and she studied her sister with shock.
“Don’t worry about it,” Block answered her while never taking his eyes off Symphony.
There was so much that she wanted to say, but she chose to say nothing. Symphony pivoted and walked back to her car withBlock hot on her heels. “I didn’t mean to push you that hard,” he apologized. “Blak is on one tonight, and if he would have touched you, I would have done his ass dirty. I was just trying to prevent bullshit.”
Symphony turned around blinking back tears. “Why did two pills fall out of your pocket earlier? Do you sell pills, or do you take them?” her tone was even, but her heart was beating ferociously against her ribcage.
Block had never really been one to care too much about what anyone thought of him. However, he knew the situation with Symphony and her family. He also wanted his pills because he didn’t want to have to buy anymore so soon. There were only two people he trusted to get pills from and like he didn’t want Symphony thinking ill of him, he didn’t want them thinking he had a problem.
“I don’t sell pills. What did you do with them?”
“So, you take them?” her heart sunk.
“Yeah man, I take pills every now and then what’s the big deal? I’m not out here like your people,” he was offended, and Symphony knew that was a big red flag.
“Wow,” she clicked her tongue and chuckled. “I’m surrounded by fucking addicts.”
Anger flashed in Block’s eyes as he took a step closer to Symphony. “I’m not a fucking addict.”
He was pissed, but she wasn’t intimidated. Either Symphony didn’t care, or she truly felt that Block wouldn’t touch her. She simply angled her head to the left and studied him for a few seconds. “Keep that shit up, and you will be. I want everybody to lose my number. I’m done with all of this dumb shit.”
Symphony slammed her car door and forcefully pushed the button to start her engine. She was so angry, but she wasn’t sure what she was even angry at. Symphony knew she had to take some time for herself. The only person that was innocent in all ofthis was Mason, but she even needed a break from him too. For a few days, she didn’t want anyone to need her. She didn’t want to have to run to anyone’s rescue. Symphony was simply tired. As with all good things in her life, the solace and peace that Block provided her had been short lived.
He was right. She was a doctor. Getting into disputes with drug dealers, dating them, dating a man that used pain pills for recreational purposes…none of it meshed well with who she was as a person or her career. Losing everything that she worked so hard for wasn’t an option. All common sense went out the window when she was angry. If she didn’t know Blak or if Block hadn’t been there, he could have very well slapped her and then what? She call the police? Mace him? Because she damn sure couldn’t beat a man.
By the time she reached her home, Symphony had made up her mind to book a flight to Dubai. She’d go to work and prepare them for her absence. For two or three days, she’d let them leave early and take on the extra patients. She’d see if someone could come cover for her for a day or two from another practice. Whatever she had to do to figure it out she would because Symphony needed a week or three to decompress, and she refused to do it at home.
