“Man, shut the fuck up.” I breathe out, slamming my foot onto his face.
A nastycrackpierces the night air.
I ain’t mean to do it in front of Slim, but there’s certain shit that’s ingrained in me that she doesn’t know about.
Thick globs of blood slide down Wendell’s cheeks, and he rolls over, groaning.
Loud moans flubber out his mouth while he pulls himself to his knees. “Fuck you, Pup.”
“You need to leave,” I murmur.
“Let me get my shit. I wanna…I wanna…get my clothes and shoes?—”
I huff, glancing past Slim where Tamryn’s face hovers behind the screen door. “Nah…don’t you go in that house.”
“I want my shit!”
I lift my foot out of instinct until a ragged gasp makes me drop it and glance back at the deck.
It’s Slim again.
She’s still stuck and staring at me standing over Wendell.
She steps back, stumbling over the top step. I look between her and Wendell while he tries to push off the ground.
She’s gonna run.
She steps back again, but her heel gets caught on the step and leaves her rocking backward with her arms waving in circles. I take long strides toward her until I’m close enough to reach out and grip her waist. I tug her until she steadies herself, and she looks at me.
Her eyes aren’t brown anymore. They’re like dark pools of nothingness.
“C’mere.” I try to pull her stiff body to me, but she won’t move.
She shakes her head with her mouth hanging open.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay in the house? Huh?” I swipe away another trickle of blood that sneaks out of the side of my mouth while trying to catch my breath.
“If you were smart you’d stay away from him!” Wendell hollers from behind me.
I turn my head toward him. “Nigga, didn’t I tell you to leav?—”
“He ain’t no fuckin savior like all these motherfuckas around here want you to think. Look at what he did to me! He a ki?—”
“Get!” I hiss at him, yanking Slim.
She yelps, staggering close to me.
I lift her until she hooks her arms around my neck. She’s as light as she looks, and her smell almost makes me forget everything that just happened.
“Gimme my shit!” Wendell yells. “I want my clothes! I…I want all the money I spent on her and her fast-ass granddaughter!”
Slim squeals out another shriek as I stomp toward him with her dangling from my neck.
“Is you crazy?” I hiss out. “What the fuck you making all this noise for? Huh? You tryna scare B’s baby?”
And mine too.
I slide my hand under Slim’s ass, forcing her legs around my waist as I stoop down next to him. Her warm pussy smashes against my side and I can’t even enjoy the way it feels because I’m too consumed with myotherpussy problems.
