“What else?”
“A message with your name on it.”
“Whodie, I don’t know who the fuck this is, but we are at war. I’ll see you in a few.” She hung up the phone.
“Y’all good?” one of my boys asked.
“Let me go home and talk with my girl. I’mma hit y’all ‘cause we’re at war. We gonna meet and figure this shit out,” I told them.
We all did our handshake and went our separate ways. I headed home. Laying under Adore was the only way she was going to go to sleep. Especially since I poured out her liquor. When I made it home, the alarm was going off. I put the code in and took the stairs to our bedroom. Adore was pacing the floors and talking to herself as I walked up behind her.
“Baby, I need you to get in the bed and sleep this off. Tomorrow, we will do whatever needs to be done.”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Let me shower, and I’ll rub your scalp until you go to sleep.”
I wanted her to sleep so I could think. If we were both up pacing and thinking of our next move, we would end up bumping heads. One of us needed a clear head. I would rather it be her. I thrived off chaos and could go days without sleeping or eating. It was how I was wired. She couldn’t do that.
After I showered, I climbed in bed behind Adore and pulled her into me. I loved her hair. She usually wore it in a ponytail or a high bun. We used to laugh because she was the only dark-skinned girl in the hood with hair down her back that was not locs. Adore was naturally pretty. Kept her skin up just like shedid her hair. She could dress up or down and would shit on anyone.
It wasn’t long before she started snoring. Her phone kept going off on the nightstand. I didn’t want it to wake her ass up, so I reached over and was about to shut it off. She had several messages on her screen. I didn’t want to pry because I trusted her, but it could be one of her workers telling her something else was wrong. The number wasn’t saved in her phone. I checked her messages to see the same number had been texting her since yesterday.
I looked back at Adore before I placed her phone back. Before I could get comfortable, her phone started ringing again. This time, I snatched it up and answered.
“Speak!” I said, staring at Adore sleeping.
“Can I speak with Adore?”
I just knew she wasn’t cheating on me with a cornball ass nigga. This was the second one that had taken a liking to her.
“Nigga, she sleep. Who the fuck is this?”
Silence.
“Nigga, you don’t hear me talkin’ to you?”
The phone went dead. I placed her phone back down. Instead of laying back down, I woke her ass up. It was almost four in the morning, but I had to get to the bottom of this shit.
“Aye, get the fuck up!” I shook her.
“Whodie, what the fuck is wrong with you? You begged me to get some sleep, and now you’re waking me up.”
I reached over her and grabbed her phone.
“Give me my phone.” She tried to snatch it.
“Fuck is this nigga that keep blowin’ yo’ phone up? Especially at this time of night? What we on ‘cause you kno’ how the fuck I’ll start movin’,” I told her.
“Whodie, please! You’ve probably been moving funny.”
“I ain’t movin’ shit. Come to think of it, that’s why you argue ‘cause you kno’ that shit gon’ send me to my condo and you can lay yo’ ass up over here in our shit wit’ another nigga.”
Hearing her laugh set me off. I snatched her by her shirt and pushed her ass into the headboard.
“Whodie, let me the fuck go before shit gets violent in this muthafucka.”
“You fuckin’ that nigga, Adore?” I stared into her eyes.
