Once we touched down in Cali, and we stepped outside, my city didn’t feel the same—it didn’t feel the same because Islah wasn’t with me.
I kept my thoughts to myself and chilled in a wheelchair while Bully got us an Uber. We went back to Bully’s crib. He had to help me out once again, and I couldn’t help but stare. Crenshaw looked the same, but felt so different. I looked over at the apartment I used to share with her. By the looks of it, people had already moved in.
Bully opened the door, and his girl looked at me like she was looking at death.
“Gio, what the fuck happened to you?” Candy asked me.
“He got fucked up by Islah’s man, that’s what happened,” Bully responded before I had the chance to.
He dragged me to his guest room and tossed me on the bed, and walked out as I pulled myself up a lil’ bit at a time. My body was sore all over.
When he walked back in, he handed me some weed and a few blunts.
“I need you to get your shit together, nigga,” he said, grabbing the door. “Smoke this shit and get some rest. We will get you fixed tomorrow.”
Bully shut the door behind him, and I took my time doing what he said. To be real, I needed something to calm my nerves.
I put two blunts in the air back-to-back and tried to clear my mind from Islah, but it was hard to. That girl was my world, and I didn’t see myself letting up on her.
But I had to admit, I was moving sloppy. Thinking with my heart and not with my head.
Just like that nigga was the nigga in his city, I was the nigga in mine, and I knew I still had niggas who would ride for me. I just needed to get around them.
That weed definitely put me out, cause when I woke up outta my weed coma, the sun was up, birds were chirping and shit.
My body was still sore, blood was dried up all over me, but I managed to get up by myself. I made it out the room and down the lil’ hallway and tossed myself on Bully’s couch. It took no time before I heard Bully’s fat ass feet coming down the hallway.
“What’s the move for today?” he asked. “You know yo’ ass broke.”
I sucked my teeth, not needing him to remind me of shit.
“Nigga, shut up, I need to go holla at Kronic, see what the hood talkin’ about.”
Bully nodded while chomping on some bacon his girl left on the counter.
“I like that shit. Get yo’ ass in the shower, change your clothes and shit.”
I stumbled my way into his bathroom and turned on the water, and when I jumped in, that water hit my body, and I damn sure wanted to scream.
I hurried up and got the dried-up blood off my body while trying to be as gentle as I could. When I got out, I wiped the steam off the mirror and stared at myself.
I was black as hell. That nigga left purple bruises all over me. From my face down my chest and back, I was fucked up.
I threw on some clothes that I had with me and stumbled down the hallway again. Bully stood up when he saw me.
“Are you ready?”
I nodded. “Yeah nigga, let’s go.”
He walked out ahead of me, giving me time to get down the steps on my own. Along with my nose, I knew my ribs were even more fucked up than before.
By the time I reached the bottom of the steps, Bully had the car on and the AC bumping. I got in slow as hell and shut the door behind me while he looked over at me, shaking his head.
“That nigga beat the main character syndrome outta your ass.”
I looked at him. “Drive before I slap the fat off your neck.”
Bully laughed and pulled off.
