MayHem

What's wrong?

May's POV

(2 months later)

Not really excited about starting my album super soon, I decided to go on Kendrick's Good Kid, M.A.A.D City tour. At first Kendrick was happy and full of life. This tour will last 3 months, day after day, performance after performance Kendrick's attitude got worse. Q didn't see it, but I did. I know depression when I see it. I dealt with depression all my life. It's something you see in the eyes, and his eyes scream, "help me". I wasn't completely sure until today:

(Houston, TX: Motel room 5:54pm)

As she sits on the floor eating popcorn, she can't help but hear something coming from Kendrick's room (which so happen to be connected to hers). She turns down her TV and hears whimpering.

May: (knocks on door connecting their rooms) Kendrick... Kendrick open the door, I think I left my... (thinks of something random) my umbrella in your room...( hears nothing ) ... Kendrick, I know you're in there come on and open the door.. Stop playing.

Kendrick: (cracks the door) You don't have a fucking umbrella in here, shut the fuck up. (slams the door)

May: ... Uh, well your show starts at 7 so, you should start getting ready... ya know...(listens for a response and sighs).. (gets down on knees next to bed and prays)... Ok, God...It's me again. I'm worried about Kendrick. I saw him drinking the other night and he doesn't drink like talking about it. He seems lost and distant. And if you just didn't hear, a few minutes ago he told me to "stfu"... shocked the crap out of me. Well, keep your eye on him. I'm going to try to see what's wrong with him. Amen.

(3 Hours later after the show: in the car with Kendrick and Jay Rock back to the motel)

Jay: I'm so hungry. Y'all want to get some popeyes?

May: You know I don't want popeyes... Kendrick, you want some chicken?

Kendrick: ... (looks out window)

Jay: ( Mouths to May) What's wrong with him?

May: (Mouths back) I don't know. (shrugs)

Jay: Ken, you killed that show tonight man. I saw that girl with the purple hair kept flashing her breast. Her nipples was HUGE.

Driver: We're here.

May: Thank you. (gives him a tip)

As they make their way to their rooms, May couldn't help but to see a tear run down Kendrick's face while he stared out the window. Whatever is on his mind was tearing him up inside. May wasn't about to let Kendrick deal with it alone.

Kendrick's POV

Kendrick: (Walks in motel room and tries to close the door)... May, move your foot...

May: Nope, I want to stay with you tonight.

Kendrick: I'm not in the mood, damn.

May: (Pushes door open and walks in) ... Your room is a mess.

Kendrick: Leave May...

May: What's wrong with you.. What are all your rhymes ripped all over the door?

Kendrick: Get the fuck out May...

May: Tell me what the hell is going on.

Kendrick: (Pins her on the wall) LEAVE!

May: No, I don't know what's wrong with you, but I care. You need to know that I care at least. Kendrick please.. What's wrong.

Kendrick: (stares into her eyes) You don't care about me... You don't even know about me..

May: I might not know everything about you, like you don't know everything about me... But when you invited me to your house for thanks giving you mom said that we were family. Family, Kendrick. I never had one before until that day. I'm not leaving this room until you tell me what's wrong... brother.

Kendrick: (Stares)...

May: (Stares back) You're hurting my wrists...

Kendrick: (Lets go and sits on bed)... They are dying..

May: (Slides down wall and sits on floor while rubbing her wrists) Who's dying?

Kendrick: My boy... I keep getting these phone calls from Compton telling me about how my best friend was killed .. If I was there, this wouldn't be happening. They hate me now May. They say that I've turned my back on them. (Starts to tear up) I BE DAMNED IF I LET THIS SHIT CONTINUE... THE BLOOD IS ON MY HANDS MAY... (Looks at her) I don't know what to do..

May: You go back...

Kendrick: What?

May: (Gets up and sits beside him).. You go back. Have you been to any of the funerals?

Kendrick: If I go there, I will be shot on the spot. No one wants me there May.

May: They aren't going to do shit. You have to be there. Pay respect.

Kendrick: You don't get it...

May: (Holds his hands) No, I don't.. but if I was them.. I would want you to be at the funeral. I would be even more hurt if you didn't come. Then after you do that, we will figure out the next step. I'll come with you.

Kendrick: Nah...

May: I'm not asking for your permission. (wipes his tear away) Now clean up this mess, you know your mom raised you better than this...

Kendrick: (smiles a little) You sounded just like her for a second..

May: I've been practicing..