Getting It Right (BOOK THREE)

Chapter 74

The first thing that Monica sees when she wakes up is a 911 text from Sevyn. Emergency!! Come to my house, bring Tylenol!

Monica waste no time jumping out of bed and throwing on some clothes, a pair of nike shorts and a tank top she grabbed from the floor. Slipping on her flip flops, she goes into the bathroom and quickly brushes her teeth and washes the crust from her eyes before snatching the bottle of Tylenol from the cabinet and heading downstairs.

"Aye, mija, where are you going in such a rush?" Her mother exclaims as she rounds the corner and almost drops her cup of tea.

"Sevyn's house, it's an emergency. I'll see you later mommy," She blows her a kiss and takes her keys from the counter and goes outside to hop into her car.

As she drives, Monica tries to think of reasons why Sevyn would send her a 911 text asking for Tylenol. She might just be severely hung over from the party last night...not that Monica even got the chance to have fun with her friends since Ty kicked her out. Or maybe it's just that time of the month and she's cramping severely, there has been times when one of the blacked out from the pain of the cramps before. Or maybe Sevyn is being her usual overdramatic self and is suffering from a migraine. Whatever the case may be, Monica is going to tend to her friend regardless.

She gets out the car and locks it behind her before walking up the path to the Harris' door. She knocks once then twice and Malcolm opens the door. She cringes when she sees him. "Whoa, what happened to you?" She laughs at his blood shot eyes and the dark circles beneath them. He looks pale and exhausted.

"I'm never drinking again," He groans, closing the door behind her.

"You're supposed to drink in moderation, you know you can't handle the heavy stuff." Monica tells him. He just looks at her warily. "Where's Sevyn, is she ok?"

"I don't know, I've been hugging the toilet bowl for most of the morning." He frowns, "Thank God my mom left the house early to do grocery shopping."

Monica can't help but feel a little bad at Malcolm's pathetic face, "Drink Gatorade and eat toast, it usually helps me."

"Thanks," Malcolm slinks away to the kitchen while holding his stomach. Monica jogs up the steps and rushes to Sevyn's room. She must be really sick if Malcolm hasn't seen her all morning and it's already 11:30.

In the midst of her hurry, Monica doesn't notice the door on her right swing open as an arm shoots out, yanking her into a room. She trips over her own feet and stumbles into a hard chest. "Hey!" She exclaims.

"Not so loud!" Ty hisses at her. "I have a headache."

"Screw your headache," Monica turns to leave but Ty grabs her arm. She whirls around and glares at him. "Sevyn needs me."

"No she doesn't," He grins at her. "I sent that text from her phone while she was in the bathroom." He takes the Tylenol from her hands and pops open the lid. "Thanks,"

Monica scoffs and swats the pill bottle out of his hands, knocking the medicine to the floor. He looks at her in disbelief and she returns the look with a hostile one. "You think this is funny?" She asks, "You kick me out your party then expect me to do favors for you? You're really trying me Ty."

Ty's goofy smile fades, "This is why I texted you from Sevyn's phone, I knew you wouldn't come if I asked you to."

"Damn right," She confirms.

"You know, if anything I should be mad at you. You caused a scene at my party."

"No Talia came at me the wrong way and...you know what I don't have to explain myself to you." Monica reaches for the door again but Ty leans over her and holds it closed.