Bless Your Little Heart

THIRTY-NINE

"Malcolm you need to understand what you're doing." Phillip warned in his best intimidating voice, but we both knew he was nothing to be afraid of. He'd been in this business and I'd killed ten times the amount of sickness he has.

His need to feel like he needs to show and exert his power is infuriating. Ever since he felt the need to stick his nose where it didn't belong and he's now acting like a father, like we aren't the same age.

"Where the hell do you get off on telling me what to do with my cargo? Last time I checked you're not out here doing this shit." A smug smile resting on my lips as I chewed lightly on the inside of my cheek. The only way so could control my tone with him right now.

"Malcolm don't act as if you're thinking smart right now, you're being a fucking dumbass fucking around with her. Plus you don't even call her that so I don't know why you're now saying 'cargo'." I sat down at the kitchen table, leaning back and looking out of the corner of my eye to see Madelyn sitting on the couch snacking on the maple candy.

"Phillip if you don't shut the fuck up," I lean forward resting an elbow on the table and sitting my head in my hand, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "Quit acting as if you're here and you know what's happening, yes I've gotten a little off course but I know what the fuck I'm doing." Fuck how my tone sounded, this little bitch of a man tell me how to do my job when he's out there ducking up everything he touches.

I hear his speaker rustle before muffled profanities spill from the other side before hearing Phillips voice  again. "Malcolm Im not fucking around this time, Mario's been on my ass for updates and I can't hold him off forever, let alone lie to the guy." I knew exactly what he was getting at by the way he spoke, he wasn't worried about me. He was worried about his own ass, how this would affect him in the long run.

He only ever cared about himself, his money, his women, it's always about him like this world just spins on an axis around his bug-eyed ass.

"Well you can all go to hell, Im doing my shit and haven't had a complaint yet," My tone slightly raising as my aggravation grows. "And don't you dare try to throw Brandy into the mix, we both know what happened in that situation."

Silence engulfs the phone as my head spins, reliving the traumatic experience once again as I rub my eyes more, the screams filling my head as I try to control my breathing.

"Please Malcolm!"

Phillips voice echoed in the phone as her voice took over. Not regarding a word he said as the memories flooded in, not seeming to want to stop.

"Malcolm stop! I love you!"

Sliding the chair back I shakily stand up, sitting the phone on the table as the muffled voice from it continues on. But I couldn't make it stop, I couldn't make her stop.

"I thought you loved me."

I stumble into the hallway as my hand grips onto the walls, not even hearing Madelyn behind me calling my name. I continue forward unfazed, looking toward my bedroom as my breathing becomes ragged, my heart was beating beyond its means.

"Propranolol." I mutter as I near my door, grasping the handle with all my might as my other hand clenches my chest.

"Malcolm! What is happening?!" Madelyn's frantic voice was nothing but a mere noise to me, my eyes were focused on one thing and one thing only, my medication.

I feel her hands on my back but I don't respond, quickly walking to the nightstand and grabbing the medicine, taking my dosage before putting it back down. I turn to face Madelyn with my back to the bed and lean back, allowing gravity to pull my body back onto the plush surface, a thumps erupting as my body collides with the mattress.

Madelyn's face was filled with fear as she rushed to my side, plopping her small body onto the bed as well. Her hand grazes my chest quickly as she rubs back and forth. "What happened?" Her eyes were so worried, so full of fear.

"I'm alright," A small sigh escaping after the sentence as I bring my hands up and run them through my hair a couple times. "Just my heart acting up." I lied yes, only because the last thing I needed right now was her upset with me about something else. I had already messed up once and I wasn't gonna make that mistake with her again.

"I'm fine." I shoot her a small smile before leaning up and kissing her forehead. The smells of her danced in my nose as I took in more and more of her scent. She was intoxicating to me, I couldn't stand it.

"You hungry?" Her doe eyes look up at me as I lean away from her head, taking her hand in mine. "I could eat." I smile back at her trying to reassure to her I'm alright. It was probably no use but what else did I have to do? If I didn't I knew all she'd do is sit over me like a mother trying to nurture me back to health.

She brings my hand to her lips before planting a small kiss upon it, gently placing it beside me before boosting herself onto her feet. "I'm in burger mood." She smiles while lightly swaying her body back and forth, hearing the floor creak underneath the weight.

"We don't have buns but we have bread, should be hamburger in the freezer." I start to lean up from the bed before she pushes me flush to the bed. "Rest, please." Her eyes were pleading with me as her bottom lip almost quivered, I couldn't help but give in to her.

I nod reassuringly before she shoots me another smile and placing a kiss on my head. Turning her heels and quickly walking out of the room.

Watching as her perky ass swayed side to side out of the door frame and out of my view, the way she walked was almost mesmerizing and somehow it had helped calm me down. Just her presence calmed me entirely, her smell intoxicating to me, as if she were a drug I couldn't stop using.

I never wanted to stop using.

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I feel like this chapters kinda bleh idk, not my best work IMO. Let me know what you guys think :)

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