Rah
I woke up in a room I never seen before. The room was white. Everything was white. It was a big room. I was laying in a king sized bed with a hospital iv in my arm.
"Look, who up..", Karma said standing in the bedroom doorway. She was wearing a silk pink robe and white house slippers. I tried to sit up but when I did, pain shot through my chest.
"Don't. Its gonna hurt. You need to rest. By the way I hope you like sausage, eggs, pancakes, and pineapple slices."
"Pineapple slices?"
"You need your vitamin C.", she said then walked out the room.
Why is she doing this? Shawty, don't know me from a whole in the wall and she saved blew out for me and saved my life. Who is she?
I took out the iv and got out the bed, it hurt but I did it. I found the stairs and went down. She was standing in the kitchen making my plate. I never seen nothing more beautiful. Tasha never cooked for me. I don't think any woman ever has.
Including my mother.
We sat and talked while we ate, all while watching a morning episode of Law & Order. Once we were done, she took the dishes to the sink and washed them.
"You know...you really ain't have to do what you did last night," I said. She never took her eyes off the sink.
"I know."
Before I could say anything else her doorbell rang. She walked over and looked through her peephole then opened the door. "Waddup, girl."
"Bitch, how you just leave me like that last ni...", she stopped when she saw me. Her hair was long. I mean her weave. Her tracks peeked out from under her natural hair. She wore a reckless tank top and ridiculously short shorts.
Typical hood rat.
"I see we have company.", she came over and sat next to me. I heard Karma chuckle from the kitchen. I looked and she was sitting on the countertop, her legs crossed, and a glass of red wine in her hand.
"Rah, this is Mani. Vice versa."
"Nice to meet you.", I said, uninterested.
"Nice to met you, too. Mm, you got a girl?", she bit her bottom lip and stared at my chest. Another laugh echoed from the kitchen.
I'm like candy to these people.
Before I could answer she touched my stitched up bullet wound and pressed on it. Hard.
"Agh.", I winced in pain.
"Mani, don't touch him!", Karma yelled almost immediately.
We both looked at her in unison.
"Damn, my bad I ain't know that was you.", she said raising her arms in surrender.
"He ain't. Just don't touch his wound, okay.", she hopped off the countertop and set the wine glass down. Mani turned her attention back to me and attempted to touch my face. I grabbed her hand in the mid air, "Don't touch me, ma." I got up and made my way back to the bedroom. Once I was back in the bed I heard the front door close.
"Look, since your a girl a little cheating, triflin' bitch and considering your door is broken, you can stay here till you...ya' know get it together but you sleep in one of the other bedrooms." She popped up in the doorway again.
"Damn, you don't make sound when you walk up the stairs?"
"Nigga, shut up.", she threw a towel and a loofah at me. "Now, go take a shower."
She went in her closet and pulled out a black duffel bag. "And I believe this belongs to you."
Surprised, I got off the bed and opened it, and sure enough. It was. "Where'd you get this?" I asked but she didn't answer just looked at me.
"You went back!"
"It's not a big deal. You needed clothes."
"It's a very big deal, Karma. You could've gotten hurt."
"I'm a big girl."
Who the hell is this girl?
