I Want to Die in New Orleans // $uicideboys

25: Good Riddance.. Hopefully

My vision blurred as I felt a force on my legs. I tried to shake my senses, seeing that Marley was trying to push me completely inside the trunk. I tried to kick him off of me, jabbing my feet at his palms as hard as I could, though my body began to go deeper into the car as I lost my stability.
"No, no, no!" I shouted frustratedly at him as I quickly pulled my feet towards myself which knocked Marley off balance.
I shifted around to throw myself out of the trunk but Marley had already gotten back up, towering over me with his hand resting on the hood.
"Tuck your head or you'll get hit," He chirped.
"No!" I yelled once more, lodging myself towards him, but this time he had seen it coming.
As I flung towards him his hand redirected from the hood to my neck, crushing me against the crease of the car and the trunk. My windpipe was quickly shut as I instantly felt my face turn.
"Stop," I tried to croak.
"Hopefully by the time I do you'll just be passed out and not dead," He responded, tightening his grip.
My eyes watered as my sight trailed up Marley's arm to his face. My eyes met his then the figure behind him that I couldn't make out. My vision fogged up and I was no longer able to hear, though my eyes did widen to try and decipher the being behind him. My sight slipped as the last thing I saw was the confusion on Marley's face.
I felt myself fizz away, the light slowly dropped, the static in my brain was loud. Within that second I jolted up from falling, Marley's hand was released from my throat. I blinked a couple times but couldn't manage to see for a moment or two, realizing I had passed out for a minute. Then instantly the screaming flooded in along with a "come on!"
My mind was too scrambled to process if someone was talking to me. A second later and I was being picked up out of the trunk and to my car. I was placed in the passenger seat, door slamming shut, and someone coming around and into the driver side. I looked out the window to see Marley on the ground.
"Wait- The bag!" I said with a scratchy voice as I saw liquid appear from where Marley was.
"Don't worry, I got it, you was holdin on tight
to it," The person i've yet to have seen said as he quickly sped out of the parking lot.
"What did you do to him?" I asked as I shifted my head towards his direction. I released a big sigh and flung my head back.
"Oh please, don't sound too excited now shawty," Scrim said.
"Just shut up," I muttered.
He silently drove back to the house, got out the car and grabbed the bag of money, then walked around to open my door.
"What," I questioned him as he held his hand out for me to grab.
"C'mon, you needa come rest, Rubys not here, I'll let you be," He quietly offered.
I hesitated for a moment, then clicked the seatbelt, pushing myself out of the car. Scrim stepped out of the way, letting me walk around him as he shut the door. He led me to the house as I walked in and made myself to the sofa.
"Oh, thas not goin work," Scrim said as he stood in the middle of the room.
"What do you mean?" I huffed.
"You cant sleep right there," He answered.
"You invite me in to rest and-,"
"You just not gonna be comfortable shawty, I'm doin shit in here, go take my room," He elaborated.
Our eyes locked on each other as my heart tore. I knew that it was best to be done with him but still I wanted to be in the same room as him. I began to pick at my nails, breaking contact with him leaving silence to fill the rooms.
"Ill come check on you if you want.." He sincerely suggested. I nodded as I picked myself up and made my way to his room before it could get any more awkward.
I climbed into Scrims bed and burrowed myself into his covers, finally feeling comfortable enough to sleep. My head was buzzing with feelings of pure sorrow, I felt the need to just cry, though I tried to compose those thoughts and sleep it off instead.
My mind had finally rested after a while when I heard a knock at the door. My eyes creaked open to a view of Scrim peeking into the room.
"Hi," I said, raspy.
"I told you i'd come check, you good?" He asked.
"Yeah," I answered.
He stood there for a second, "Are you sure?"
I paused, "Have to be," I said.
He disappeared from the door suddenly. I hadn't even realized I had been holding my breath, releasing it when he went away. Not long after he left Scrim popped in once again.
"You can smoke this in here if you want, I'll let you," He said. I stared at him for a second, he then decided to walk up to me to hand me the blunt sitting between his fingers.
"You act like you never smoke in here," I laughed as I scooted close to the edge of the bed where he was.
"Yeah well you can do it without me in here, but if you wanna keep pickin like that you don't have to at all," He taunted with a mesmerizing grin as he pulled the blunt away.
"Who said I wanted to smoke without you in here?" I asked as I pierced through his eyes. His grin dropped to a slight frown then soft smile.
"You want me to?" He asked.
"I mean if you want to hear what I have to say," I answered as I rested my head on Scrims waist. .
"I just wanna be round you," He said as he took his spot next to me on the bed, setting his hand in my hair as he rubbed my head.
I sat upwards as he began to spark up the blunt, turning to see the door halfway open, I got up and went to the door. I looked down the hall to see the bag of money on the table, to which I went to retrieve, along with anything that Scott or I may have needed. I went back to the room and closed the door, making sure to lock it. I threw the bag onto the bed as Scrim opened up a crack in the window, letting out the cloud of smoke that was sitting in the room.
He passed me the blunt, "well was the money worth all that?" He asked as I took a hit.
"I have it don't I?" I asked.
"Almost didn't," He answered.
"Says who?" I asked again as I took an even bigger hit.
"You don't know where he would've brought you, and you were done for if i wasn't there," Scrim claimed as he took the blunt back.
"See this is what I was talking about last time,"
I patronized him, wishing he wouldn't have brought the whirl of emotions back into my head.
"Naw, na, na, you can't say that this time," He firmly said.
"No?"
"No, because I was there this time," He claimed.
"Lord knows how the fuck you were," I chuckled.
"So now it's a problem I was there?" He asked.
"No Scott, but why were you there this time?"
"What?"
"Ruby told you?"
"About what?" He aggravatedly asked.
"About me going get the money??"
"No?"
"Then how were you there Scott?" I began to boil, my voice raising.
He sat there in silence, looking very confused towards me. My eyes began to droop, looking at him, his eyes began to match mine.
"Scott you weren't coincidentally there without a fucking car," I said quietly.
I reached over, picking the blunt out from between his two fingers. His expression was frozen onto his face.
"You want to be around me, you want me.. Where's ruby? Ruby is probably at every diner looking for me. Right?" I asked. Though it was more like I was speaking out loud. My head dropped as tears began to slowly drop from my eyes every now and then.
"You always had somewhere to be. Always was somewhere. And when Ruby told me where you were.. I don't know why I couldn't believe it," I rambled again.
"It's really not what you thinkin," He tried to console me.
"Why should it matter tho huh, It shouldn't, I'm not ya bitch," I said.
"It does matter," He quietly said.
"Well what is it then?" I asked, "If it matters then you owe me that."
"She a plug too, thas it," He said.
"So you try to fuck all the girl plugs?" I snarled.
"No,"
"Then why act like you fuck wimmie when time comes, but you've been on her?"
"Cause ion fuck with her the way i do with you," He stressed.
"Well we never fucked neither so," I poked.
He stared at me with a straight face, my humor must've been for the wrong moment.
"I wouldn't keep you around if you didn't mean sum to me, and you gotta believe that, " he somewhat begged.
"Scott you can't even choose me between her, be real.'" I said straight-forwardly, taking the blunt one last time to my lips and pulling whatever seemed to be the rest.