“I know,” Ommy soberly responded.
“So, maybe you guys should talk this out and put it all on the table.” Luna shrugged.
From the way she looked I think Luna and I had talked some sense into her. I just hope it was enough to make her use her words instead of huffing, puffing, and rolling her damn eyes.
The rest of the day seemed to rush by. Before I knew it Namari was parked outside waiting for me. When I approached the car, he leaned his lean body across the seat and pushed the door open for me.
“You missed me gorgeous ass girl?”
“Really bad.” I leaned over and kissed his waiting lips.
He laughed. “How is my sister?”
“Still not fucking with your brother.”
He shook his head. Then a few moments later he sped off into traffic. “What’s fucked up is we’re supposed to be having dinner over there tonight.”
“Dinner where?”
“At North’s spot.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. “Ha, I bet she isn’t there.”
“How much you wanna bet she’s sitting her ass there?” He glanced over at me. He seemed to know something that I didn’t.
I looked at him through narrow eyes. “How do you know?”
“Because when a nigga fucks up, he knows how to fix it. It’s just a matter of if he’s willing to do what's necessary to fix it. North knows.”
I just looked at him. Namari was probably the most brutally honest man that I’ve ever encountered, but I always found comfort in his honesty. He was the one person that I knew wouldn’t lie to me, because dishonesty didn’t live in him. He’d probably hurt a few feelings when he told it how it was, but that was just him.
“I need to stop on the block right quick. Before we go that way.”
I nodded my head and got comfortable in my seat. I had been on my feet all day, so of course I was about to enjoy the fact that I didn’t have to do anything but be a passenger princess. This was a role that I was born for.
About fifteen minutes later we pulled up on the block and like the hood nigga he was of course he parked in the middle of the street. Then he hopped his hood ass out and like it was nothing. I swear it was just him for me.
“I won’t be long, foe’ head.”
I laughed, before picking up my phone from my lap to occupy my time. It wasn’t unusual for him to come for my forehead, just like it wasn’t unusual for me to come for his lining. We joked like that because both of us could take a joke. I was too busy paying attention to my phone to see the car that pulled up beside me. I looked up too late, because before I knew it all I could hear was the sound of glass shattering and people screaming.
I wanted to duck, but it was too late. By the time the gunfire stopped I heard tires screeching in the distance and then his voice. Thank God he was alright, but something was different with me. I could feel what felt like fire burning through my veins and I was wet. I felt like a passenger in my own body, then the door opened.
“Baby. Baby. Baby.” He was frantic as he snatched the shirt from his body and pressed it against my body.
Oh shit, I’m hit.That’s when everything started to get fuzzy. Breathing became hard, and he got darker. Everything got darker.
“Surah, nah baby. This ain’t it. Stay with me, we're about to get to a hospital.” I could hear him pleading with me, but he sounded so far away. Why wasn’t he near me anymore?
My vision grew worse as I tried to call out to him, but I couldn’t. I tasted metal as it pushed up through my throat.Was I dying?
Luna
Something wasn’t right and I could feel it in my bones, the problem was that I couldn’t put my finger on it. Something was going on and all I could do was brace for what I didn’t yet know was coming. All I knew was that it had to do with my father.
I looked up from the mug that I had spent too much time aimlessly drying. At this point nothing about it was wet.
The sound of the door opening made me look toward the pistol I had hidden behind the counter. I needed it clear so I could get to it. I don’t know why, but my paranoia has been on an all-time high as of lately. My father’s impromptu visit mixed with my own shit was enough to have me checking my doors twice before I went to sleep.
