Shitty Drunk
1994
Marshall's POV
I push the guy off of Adina.
He's obviously intoxicated and so was the other dude.
He looks like he's about to say somethin' and yell at me but before he could, I punch him, and I don't fuckin' stop.
This shit is beyond fucked up. And I'm beyond pissed the fuck off, yo!
This is why I had to keep a fucking eye on Adina! Cause I knew some shit would happen, I just felt it, dawg.
I can't believe someone would try and do such a thing to my girl, yo...To Adina??? Hell nah, dawg.
"Ay! Ay! Aight, he got it. Chill." The dude that helped me open the door pulls me away as the mothafucka I was punchin gets up and runs out of the bathroom along with his friend.
I ain't even realize how hard I was punchin' or how long I was even goin'....
I look over, seeing Adina against the wall, half conscious.
"Imma give yall some space." The guy leaves me in the bathroom with Adina.
"Adina?" I get up, tending to her.
Her fuckin' nose is bleedin' and shit. What the fuck, yo.
I look around, tryna find her clothes.
"Marshall?" She slurs. "What the hell are you doin here?" She don't sound too happy wit me... and I understand.
"Nah, what are you doin here? You ain't got no business bein' around here."
"Don't tell me what the fuck to do! I can do what I want. Why the hell do you care!? From what I fuckin' remember, you cut shit off with me!" Her voice is slightly incoherent. But I can still understand what she's saying.
I just let her ramble on as I put her clothes back on.
"Don't fuckin' touch me!"
"I'm tryna help you, Adina. Cmon, now."
"I don't give a damn, Marshall!"
"....Aight, yo, Okay...Just put ya skirt on, D." I hand Adina her skirt.
She snatches it away from me, putting it on and out of no where she starts fuckin' cryin'.
Ion say nothin'. I just wrap my arms around her cause I know she knows what the fuck was about to go down with those dudes... and I know she's mad at me, still.
I'm just tryna make her feel better.
She doesn't hug me back for a while but eventually her arms wrap around me... just like when we first hugged at the hospital.
"Yo, it's alright, okay?"
I can tell she nods against my chest as she continues to cry.
"....Can you take me home, Marshall? Please?"
"...Yea, yea... I can take you home. C'mon." My voice remains soft.
