The Test || YG400

28 || Healing wounds, old and new.

Say whaaaaaaaaaaaa? Yes I'm back🤗. DONT DRAG ME! If you need a recap lemme know.

Nadia Thompson

After finally finishing my last client for the day I could finally give my big baby my full attention.

"Here I come cry baby!" I yelled to YG as I locked the front door letting my last client of the day out. I jogged down the hall to the living room.

"Bout time." He mumbled sprawled out on the couch with his hand placed comfortably in his jogging pants.

"Shush, what do you want for dinner?" I asked him sitting on the armrest of the couch.

"Nothing if you cookin." He mumbled channel surfing, he had a little attitude. He expected me to take off to take care of him which I refused to do.

"I was going to order take out, but you can do that yourself while I go take my bubble bath." I scoffed side eyeing him. I watched as a smirk played on his face. I stood up from the armrest rolling my eyes.

"I was just playin!" He yelled after me as I made my way out of the living room.

"Well, go play with some else." I yelled back making my way down the hall towards the bathroom.

I sunk down into my bath water letting the warmth of the water and Epsom relax my body. Finally having the time to check my phone on which I had put on do not disturb due to the situation with YG.

I watched as the hundreds of notifications came through to my phone. I had several texts and missed calls from Yaya. She had been texting my other cellphone I use for my clientele but I had been ignoring her, sadly.

I quickly texted her back.

Me — I'm sorry, it's just been a lot going on. Detectives asking us questions fans, family all of that. We just needed some time.

Not even two minutes after later sending the text my cellphone began vibrating on the edge of the tub.

"Hel-"

"Nah uh, you call about this situation not text." Yaya yelled cutting me off. I instantly huffed, she sounded upset and was about to begin a lecture. I just knew it.

"I know, I'm sorry best friend. I'm just stressed out!" I whined playing with the bubbles in the tub. A lump began to form in my throat.

"Nadia don't cry. Talk to me, that's what I'm here for."

"I don't wan-"

"Nadia I swear to Allah himself if you don't get to talking, I'll be on my over there to fight you. Then make you tell me what's going on. You chose. The easy way or hard way." She interrupted.

"Oh my goodness, I'm stressed. YG got shot if I wasn't there he would've fucking died Yaya. The people he was with left him. They left him in the alley. He's a fucking hothead he won't sit the fuck down, little does he know he's stressing me out. He won't sit still I don't need him reopening his wounds. Best friend this is too much. I'm looking over my shoulders every damn second scared to see Jerrell." I took a deep breath, as my eyes began to sting and throat began to become even more sore.