“Whodie, you can’t drive on that leg. Let alone stand. I know you don’t want me in your space, but I just want to help because I feel like this is all my fault.”
“Nah, I kno’ what comes wit’ this life. No time for the blame game shit. You can drive me home if you wanna help.”
My aggravation was trying to kick in, and I was fighting to keep my frustrations down so we wouldn’t argue.
“Now, you don’t want to be around me at all? This is still business. We’re still friends, and we’re supposed to be there for our friends.”
“Adore, we’ll never be friends again, dawg. I don’t fuck and fall in love wit’ my friends.”
“Whodie, you got a lot of pressure for me, but not once did I come in here fussing about this damn child you got.”
Whodie’s head snapped towards me.
“Muthafucka, I don’t have shit. If you believe that fuckin’ video, then you just as dumb as Zhane bitch ass. I’m careful wit’ every bitch I laid down wit’. You’re the only one that has gotten raw fuckin’ dick from me. Y’all call me young, but I’m not stupid. Bitches like Zhane love to play these types of games. Fuck she wait three years for? She could’ve been told me if that was the case.”
Whodie threw his legs off the table and grimaced in pain. If he didn’t want me around, fuck it! He could take care of himself.
“Let me go get Hollow so he can put you in the car,” I said without arguing.
“Still can’t apologize, I see,” Hollow said as soon as I walked out of the double doors.
“Shut the fuck up. Can you help me get this nigga in the car? I’m about to drop his ass off and he can figure out how to get his own car from up here.”
“Yo’ ass gon’ fuck right ‘round and be an old bitch with cats ‘round yo’ house. All ‘cause the word sorry be tearing yo’ throat up. Sad…sad,” he stated.
With Whodie now in my car, I headed towards his condo downtown. We didn’t say shit to each other on the way. He typed away at his phone, and I listened to my music. He stayed on the seventeenth floor, and now I am willing to watch and see how his hardheaded ass was going to do without help. I pulled right up to the elevators in his garage and put my car in park.
Whodie opened the door and twisted until he was able to get both legs out of the car. My evil ass was giggling on the inside because we both knew he needed the help. As soon as he tried to stand up on his own, he fell.
“Do you want my help now? Oorrrr you still want to be independent?” I asked.
“Adore, bring yo’ ass ‘round here and help me. My fuckin’ stitches felt like they busted.”
Sure enough, they were busted, and I had to call Hollow to come fix the shit again. Once Whodie was comfortable again, I escaped to his balcony to smoke and return calls and text messages. Most of them were just checking to make sure Whodie was alright.
Since the day had been chaotic, I decided to just order some food. Whodie only had breakfast food and I really wasn’t in the mood to cook. I fixed him a plate and took it to him.
“Aye!” He called out before I walked out of his bedroom. “You know a nigga by the name of Mazi?” He asked.
“No, why?”
“That’s who they say is causing all these problems for us.”
“I have no idea who that is. What does he want?”
“Shit, someone said territory.”
“Please! He’ll never get it like that,” I said, attempting to walk out again.
“Well, my boys gonna lay on him. See what they can find out. Once they give the information I need, the nigga dead. Then we can move the fuck on.”
“Okay,” I replied.
“Fuck you bein’ so nonchalant for?”
“Whodie, I’m not trying to argue with you. You said you were going to handle it. Why do I need to interfere? Is there anything else you need before I lay down?”
“Nah, I’m straight.”
