“You know I don’t give a fuck about that. You call, I’m coming.” He nodded and looked down at my phone again.
“So, you not gone order me no food?”
“Nigga, you the one over there acting like you trying to preserve yo back. You hungry or not?”
“Hell yeah.” We laughed and just like that, Landon was back to being himself again. I glanced at his hands and noticed they were bruised, but not bleeding. He wasn’t complaining of pain either. That told me he had good form and knew how to properly throw a punch. He might not want to fight professionally, but that just might be his lane, and I was going to push him to pursue it. I have no idea why God allowed me and him to cross paths that night, but I like to believe I needed him as much as he needed me. I haven’t gone through anything drastic in my life, but I knew what it felt like to be judged and have the weight of the world on your shoulders.
I had no reason for being an asshole or a bad boy as they called me. I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember. My coaches in high school and college wanted to wring my neck. I was who I was, and I was okay with how others saw me. Everyone but, Blaise.
12-BLAISE MONROE
Walking into the doctor’s office, I had my scarf tied so tight I was damn near choking. I had my big shades on, and praying this was enough. I was trying to make sure no one would recognize me, so I had gone through extreme measures. Walking to the counter, I checked in and sat down in the corner. I pretended to read a magazine until they called me into the back.
Jumping up, I shuffled inside and allowed them to take my vitals before I gave them a urine sample. I was too damn old to be in here getting checked for STDs, but here I was. Even though I was ashamed, my saving grace was nobody knew who I was. Going back in my room, I sat down nervously. It seemed like it took the doctor forever, but he finally walked in.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Brooks. How are you on today? I’m Dr. Hoard.”
“I’m okay, considering.”
“I see this is your first time here but let me try and pull your records. Give me a minute to catch up.” I nodded even though she never looked up at me. “So, you want a screening and what else?”
“A plan b.” I said that shit proudly.
“Okay, we’re going to check you out first.” She left out and allowed me to get undressed. I took off everything but my scarf and glasses. Laughing, I laid on the table and was spread eagle. When she walked back in, she dug all in my kitty cat. Now I was sitting here waiting on the results.
“Okay, Ms. Brooks. It looks like you have Chlamydia again. I’m going to write you a prescription and I need you to take every pill.” I wanted to yell out again, but I forgot I wasn’t really my sister. Besides, how the fuck was I going to judge her, and I was sitting here with my pussy just a clapping. This bitch was giving a round of applause and I was annoyed. I know the clap is knownas crabs everywhere else, but in Chicago, anything that had you leaking was the clap.
“Okay, and the plan b?” She passed me a cup, and I didn’t waste any time throwing it down my throat. I wasn’t mad at Devin, this was my karma for fucking a known hoe in the parking lot without any protection.
“Okay, you can get dressed. Get your paperwork from the front desk.” She left out as quickly as she had come in and I got dressed. When I got to the front, it seemed as if they knew what was going on with me. Or it least that’s how it was in my head. It felt like they were giggling as they printed out my papers. Snatching them out her hand, I did my walk of shame. As soon as I got in the car, I called Shaq’s phone.
“Hey sissie.”
“Girl, how you gone say you didn’t want me to use your info because you didn’t want them to think you had an STD when you already had one.”
“Who told you that?”
“Bitch, they did. They was able to see your records.”
“Aww, I ain’t want a new doctor to see it. Shid, I can’t have every doctor in the city thinking this cat hot.” I looked at the phone as if I was staring at her.
“You’re crazy. Now they think you walking around with a reheated hot pocket.”
“Damn, so you did have something?”
“Yeah. I’m about to stop at the pharmacy and I’ll be at home. You can bring Mila.”
“Okay, I’ll see you when you get there.” Hanging up, I tried to clear my head. I hated to take negative energy around my daughter, she had enough going on. It’s like she could feel when something was wrong with me.
Pulling up at the pharmacy, I chose to wait the thirty minutes for my pills. I just wanted this shit to be over with andI didn’t want to take the chance of me getting caught. All of this because I had a dumb college crush on a known womanizer.
Finally, they sent me my meds and I went on my merry lil way. It didn’t take no time to pull up at our house in Oak Park. When I got in the driveway, I took a deep breath and released all of my bullshit in the car. I could be mad at myself, but for now, church and state. Getting out, I walked in the house with a smile. Mila ran up to me and wrapped her arms around me immediately making me feel better.
“Mommy, can we feed the fish?” I swear this lil girl just wouldn’t accept she didn’t have to feed them that much, so I always gave in.
“Just a pinch. Remember, you don’t want to overfeed them.”
“I know mommy. You don’t have to keep talking to me like I don’t know what I’m doing.” Grabbing the jar, she took a big pinch and dropped it in the tank. Going behind her, I grabbed the scooper like always and picked most of them out. Her ass didn’t listen, yet she thought I was the one that thought they knew everything.
