“You feel like I’m bad luck then?” I had to ask.
“Bruh, when the fuck did I say that you were bad luck? Out of everything that I just said to you, please tell me the part where I told you that you were bad luck?” he snapped back at me.
“You didn’t say it. You fuckin implied it!” I was on his ass just like he was on mine.
“No. That’s the way that your ass interoperated that shit. Riot, you know me now. You know that I don’t talk in circles for no fuckin body. If I felt like your ass was bad luck, I would have said it, and I would have quickly gotten you away from the organization. You looking for a problem with me, and you hearing what you want to hear. I told you that I’m tired of undergoing all this bullshit, and your always caught up in the middle of it. If anything, what I was trying to tell your ass is that I’m sick of watching you get put in the middle of the shit that I got going on. You’ve been involved in a shootout with me, a nigga snuck into my warehouse and was able to get close enough to you to almost kill you, and now this shit that happened tonight. That’s all that I’m trying to say,” he went on, and I nodded.
“Is this the part where you tell me that you regret putting me on with you, and that your thinking about letting me go? Please let me know so that I can go on a rant and tell you that this is thesole fuckin reason why I don’t like to take favors from no fuckin body!” I screamed, hoping that this wasn’t the part where he left my ass high and dry, just like Gold did me when I came home from jail.
“Riot, what the fuck is you on tonight? Stop trying to speak for a nigga and stop putting words in my mouth! Why the fuck would I have to let you go because you killed a nigga that said he was going to turn me over to the feds?” he barked, and I rushed over to him, getting in his face.
“Because that’s how the fuck your acting! Your acting like your mad that I did it!” I screamed, getting so mad that I pushed his ass.
“I just told you the fuckin reason why I’m upset bruh! Bullshit keeps happening!” he shot.
“That I feel like your lowkey blaming me for!” I wouldn’t let it go.
He did one of those laughs that you would do right before you completely get out of your body. He looked at me for a few seconds, as I was standing in front of him, and then he placed his hand on my hip, so that he could move me out of the way.
“I ain’t got the energy to go at it with you tonight. Ima head out,” he said.
“Fuck you, Dominique! Stop acting like the shit that’s happening within your organization is my fuckin fault. If anything, you need to do a better fuckin job at picking out the people that you’re going to have working for you!” I was out of my body for real because any other time, I wouldn’t have said no shit like that.
Yeah, I probably would have said it to someone else, but I wouldn’t have said it to Dolo. You could tell that he was even shocked that I said that to him because he paused from walking over to the door, clenching his jaws, and the little bit of chin hair that he had, he pulled on it, as he walked over to me.
“Ay, watch your mouth bruh. You wildin. Watch your motha fuckin mouth!” he snapped, picking his hand up, and with his right hand, he pointed his finger at my temple. I reached up, knocking his hand out of the way.
“I don’t gotta watch shit. I said what the fuck I said,” I was furious with this nigga right now. You know the kind of mad that you get, when your seconds away from crying? That’s how I was feeling.
“And you sound stupid. Let me head out. Oh, and fuck you too with them Felicia braids in your hair!” he shot, referring to the twists that I put in my hair after I washed it.
He was trying to imply that I looked like Felicia from the movie Friday. Granted, I knew that he was probably only saying that to lighten the mood, probably even to get me to laugh, but for whatever reason, his comment made me angry as hell. Like, I wasn’t too upset about the insult, but I was mad about what just took place, and that comment was just the icing on the cake.
Before I knew it, I jumped on his ass, and my hands just went to swinging. I was small, and quick, so my punches were landing everywhere, holding this nigga by his short cut, and just landing blows. Dolo was trying to restrain me, and I don’t know why I got the bright idea to take his glasses off his face mid fight, and just out of anger, I broke them. It took him a while, but he was able to get a hold of my arms, take me over to the bed, and he slammed me. I’m talking one of those wrestling slams, where you try to break someone’s back. Even though he slammed me down on the bed, the slam made me scream because he had my ams restrained, and I felt like he was going to punch me in my damn face.
“Shut the fuck up! As much as I want to slap the shit out of your ass, I’m not. You know how much I paid for them motha fuckin glasses? You going to pay to get them fixed. I swear to God you going to pay for that shit. What the fuck is wrong withyou, Riot? You saying disrespectful shit to me, and you putting your fuckin hands on me! Let me would have said some green shit to you like that and started hitting you. I would have been the worst nigga in the world!” he roared.
“You accusing me of shit that’s not my fault. I don’t like that!” I screamed, my voice cracking. I knew it wouldn’t be long for me to start crying. That’s just how angry I was.
“I didn’t accuse you of shit! I told you why I was upset. I’m out. I need a fuckin break from you. I ain’t feeling this shit right now. Maybe this relationship shit ain’t for me,” he finished.
He released my hands from his grip, and then he stood up. That last part that he said sent me to a place where I didn’t even think that I could go. I swear I felt my heart drop down, and shatter. I was already shedding tears because I was angry, now I was shedding them because I was hurt.
“Dolo, don’t go. I didn’t mean what I said. I only said it because I was angry,” I shot up from the bed, wiping at my eyes, watching him as he picked his glasses up from the floor that had broken. Like he didn’t even hear me, he continued walking out of the room, while I was behind him, tugging on his shirt, telling him not to leave.
He went down the stairs, over to the front door, and he walked out.
“Dolo, I said that I was sorry,” a bitch was fuckin crying now.
Real tears falling from my eyes, as we were on the porch. I really pissed him off because my tears didn’t mean shit to him. He kept walking, going for his truck that he had pulled on the side of Ari’s house.
At first, I was going to continue to stand here and just let him go because I felt that I was doing too much, but I loved this man too much to just let him walk away. I raced over to the passenger side, trying to pull the door open, but he locked it. When I heard the engine roar from him starting the car up, I knew that hewasn’t going to unlock the door for me. Because I knew that, I did the only thing that made sense to me, and I jumped my ass on the hood of the car.
This was the kind of shit that you would see on movies. The old Riot would have been ready to kill somebody if they told me that they saw me carrying on like this for a nigga in my future. I just knew that I would never be capable of doing some shit like this but look at me. I guess this was what the fuck they meant when they said that love will make you do some crazy things.
I was beating on the windshield, telling Dolo not to leave. I was crying all kinds of apologies to him, telling him that I was sorry for the stuff that I said to him back in the house, and how I only said it out of anger.
“Riot, go inside the motha fuckin house bruh!” he snapped, rolling his window down, so that I could hear him.
