"Well well well... Ian think you had it in ya, I'm proud of ya." D daps me up.
"Thank you." I nod.
My first body. Ion even feel the same after taking somebody life.
"Don't feel bad. That nigga was beating my sister ass. He could've killed her, you really did do a good deed." He pats my back.
"That makes me feel a lot better, actually." I sigh of relief.
At least he somewhat deserved it.
"Ian gone make you no serial killer. This just showed me you really bout that, you have it in you." He nods approvingly.
We hear a car crash outside and D just sighs, getting up. I get up too and follow him outside.
We see Quayva's pink Porsche denting the garage as she opens the door and falls out. It's a couple other dents in the car too... and all the windows are busted out.
He just picks her up as she drops her purse and everything in it.
"Get her stuff." He instructs me.
I get her purse all together and carry it inside. I go upstairs and put it on her bed as Mercedes and D hold water to her mouth as she lays on the bed in an awkward position with one of her eyes barely open.
Her skin is sweaty and her lips kind of swollen. My heart is beating out of my chest. What's wrong with her?
"Oh my God. Should we call an ambulance?" Mercedes cries, holding Quayva up.
"Y'all need me to do anything?" I ask, concerned.
"Um- I- I don't know- D?" She says panicky.
"Nah, worst case scenario we call an ambulance. I'll know if it's alcohol poisoning or an overdose. I'll call poison control, but she'll prolly sleep it off." He looks at her sympathetically.
"Okay.... good luck." I head into my room, giving them privacy with their daughter.
It's like 2 in the morning. Naim is sleep.
What did you do Dequayva?
I try to lay down and go to sleep but can't stop worrying. D & Mercedes yelling at each other doesn't help either.
