He took me by my hand and led me through the other room, passing Gio asleep on the bed. My eyes didn’t leave him as Carlos led us to the door. Frog was standing there like these niggas had this shit planned out. We stopped at the door, letting the room settle, all looking at him.
“I don’t know where we are…I don’t know how to get home,” I whispered.
“Don’t worry about that, Kev and Joe are in the car waiting to take you to your crib.”
I smiled and gave him a slight hug.
Carlos pulled the door open just as a car drove through the parking lot, blasting music. Carlos tried to hurry and shut the door, but it was too late. When we turned around, Gio was looking straight at us.
I closed my eyes, ready to fall out crying. I was so close to getting away, but didn’t.
“So…what the fuck were y’all niggas doing?” he asked.
Frog and Carlos looked at each other.
“Gio, this shit is wild. I am not trying to catch no damn abduction charges because you are heartbroken,” Frog expressed.
“Yeah, you said she would fix us up. She did,” Carlos added. “Now let her go. She doesn’t want to be with you anymore.”
Gio got out of bed, put his shirt on, and grabbed his gun, making Carlos and Frog pull theirs out. Gio stopped and looked at them with a slight smile on his face.
“Oh, y’all niggas switching up?” he asked.
“No, Gio, somebody here has to think with some sense. You are trippin’ big fuckin’ time,” Carlos expressed.
Gio looked between them, then back at me, raising his gun in my face.
“You asked them to help you get out?”
I shook my head.
“She didn’t. I didn’t like seeing her in this shit, and I wanted to help her get out,” Carlos answered for me.
“Please, Gio,” I said softly. “I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be with you.”
Gio started to pace back and forth, his grip on his gun getting tighter and tighter by the second.
I looked at Frog, and he looked at Carlos; none of us knew how to move with that crazy nigga in front of us.
Suddenly, Gio stopped walking and looked back at me.
“Are you even tryin’ the way that I am tryin’?”
I looked at him, confused.
“What are you talking about, Gio?”
“Are you tryin’ for us the way I am tryin’ for us?”
I shook my head slowly. “No, Gio, I have no intention of trying anything with you. I miss Love, I want to go back to my man.”
I realized what I said after it had already been said, and the look on his face did not say he understood at all.
Gio stared at me like he was staring through me and walked back to the kitchen, grabbing something with a rag.
“Go, go,” Carlos yelled out.
I didn’t know what he had, but I was listening to Carlos.
