Welcome to the Wild$ide [A$AP Rocky Story]

o16.

"Rakim, stop. Move." I swatted his hands away from me. It's almost 3am. For one he's just now coming home. On top of that, he got the nerves to be tugging at my panties trying to fuck. The fuck he think this is?

"Harlem stop playing." he whispered in my ear.

"Nigga ain't nobody playing." I threw his hands off of me and walked into the kitchen to get something to drink, only for him to be right behind me.

"Man Harlem, what the fuck is your problem huh?" he scoffed. I didn't reply; I just looked at him like he was crazy and finished drinking my juice. "Oh, so you deaf now?"

"What the fuck you think my problem is Rakim? It's 3 a fuckin' clock in the morning and you just now scrolling yo ole narrow ass home. You been gone since 2 some in the afternoon. This is an everyday thing for you now. The fuck is up?"

"You making a big deal outta nothing for what? I could see if I was out bullshittin' in these streets, but I'm out here working and getting shit handled," he yelled back, sounding irritated.

"You right, I'm trippin. But you? Don't trip. Do whatever the fuck you want to. I don't give a damn," I calmly stated and walked out of his face.

"Man," he breathed. "Alright, alright Harlem. I get it," he said pulling me back. "I'm bein' disrespectful coming in at 3 in the morning nshit. How 'bout I try to make it home before midnight through the week and Saturdays and Sundays we spend the day together? Deal?"

"You don't have to do that." I was trying so hard not to smile.

"I know, but I want to. I hate seeing my Harlem mad at me." He wrapped his arms around me, then pecked my lips. "Now let's go to bed." Rakim picked me up and carried me to the room. After our little make up session, we fell asleep.

     We both slept well into the afternoon, but I woke up first. Rakim was laying on my chest sleeping peacefully with his arm wrapped around my waist. I stared at him and wondered. Sometimes I feel like he just tells me the shit I want to hear just to get me to shut up. Like earlier this morning—it shouldn't have took me blowing up to make him come up with that solution to him staying out all day and night. He knew from jump that shit was wrong. I want so badly to believe that Rakim loves me,—hell at least cares me on that level—but I couldn't help but believe that maybe, just maybe, he has other plans for what we have going on. Whatever that is.

     I couldn't help but wonder if he was still messing with Trisha. He hasn't brought her up not once and I know for sure that they were fucking around at some point in time. In all honesty, I don't even know if we're "together" like that. We've been shacking up and having sex for about a month now, but we don't really talk much about our current relationship status. I don't know what to think, but I do know that I can't handle another heartbreak.

     I was able to get out of bed without waking Rakim. I walked over to the closet to find something to put on after a shower. As usual, I ain't doing shit or going anywhere, so I just picked put some turquoise boy shorts and an oversized white V-neck. I showered for thirty minutes, then lotioned my body down and got dressed.

     The house wasn't much of a mess, so I just straightened up needed to be done. I washed the few dishes in the sink, swept and mopped the floors, and gathered up me and Rakim's dirty clothes for them to be washed. Look at me—playing housewife with a nigga that I don't even know if he's all mine.

     After all of the house work was done, I warmed up two ham and cheese hot pockets, got a bag of nacho cheese Doritos, two brownies, and a tall glass of lemonade and plopped down in front of the TV. Nearly thirty minutes later I heard footsteps coming down the hall.

"Good morning, evening, or wuheva," Rakim greeted. He kissed my cheek, then walked straight to the kitchen.

"Rakim, bring me those Oreos off the fridge." He handed me the pack of cookies then looked at me all weird. "What?" I questioned.

"You ate all that and now you want Oreos? Someone's greedy as fuck," he said poking my cheek.

I laughed and playfully pushed him. "Shut up, asshole."

"It's ok, Harlem. I'ma still love you when you weigh 500 pounds," he chuckled and fell into my lap.

     Rakim and I spent the whole afternoon cuddled up on the couch and eating junk food. We watched all kind of movies, talked and laughed. I really enjoyed spending time with him, but of course that came to an end all too quick.

It was almost 9:30pm when Rakim's phone rung. He looked at the screen and ignored it. Hmph, suspicious. "Uh, Harlem, I gotta go. I'll be back in about two hours."

"Whatever," I replied nonchalantly and shoved popcorn in my mouth.

"You mad?"

"Nope."

"You acting mad."

"Damn Rakim, I'm not. Just go."

"Yeah, whatever." He got from under the blanket, laid it back perfectly of me, and walked into the room.

     Ten minutes later he came back dressed in all black. He kissed my cheek, grabbed his car keys, and left. I didn't care. I'm not going to continue to fight with him about this shit, I'ma just play his game with him. I laid my head on the arm of the couch and fell asleep.

     I felt someone picking me up, but I figured it was Rakim carrying me from the couch into the room. Cold air hit my body and I realized I was outside, which caused me to fully wake up. The person carrying me tossed me into the back of a truck and the driver promptly sped off. We arrived to what seemed to be an abandoned house.

 

"Wait, wait. No let me go! What is this about?" I shouted and kicked as a masked figure slung me over his shoulders and pulled me into the darkness.

 

"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled, pushing me into a chair.

 

"Fuck you, pussy ass nigga! I'll never go down without a fight." I shouted. He slapped blood from my mouth and I spit it in his face with a chuckle. "Ahahaha is that all you got?"

"Bitch; that was the wrong move." He said through a clenched jaw. His voice was so familiar, but I couldn't place it. He began to throwing wild punches at my face, then pulled out a semi-automatic gun and unleashed rounds into my chest...

"HARLEM! HARLEM! WAKE UP!" Rakim yelled, shaking me viciously. My eyes fluttered a little until I was able to adjust them to him. He must have just made it home. "You was screaming at the top of your lungs. Then I come up in here and you kicking, sweating like a muhfucka, breathing hard nshit. What's wrong Harlem?" Rakim asked sympathetically.

"I thought I... I thought I was dead?" I managed to stammer out while trying to catch my breath.

"Dead? The fuck?" He mumbled almost inaudibly.

"I don't want to talk about it. Just don't... don't leave me, Rakim," I whispered into his chest, holding him tight. My voice began to crack as I fought back tears.

"Don't worry about nothing, Harlem." Rakim yawned. "I'a die before I let anything happen to you. Go back to sleep, baby." He kissed my cheek and I drifted off into a peaceful sleep feeling safe in his embrace.