West Side Highway (A$ap Rocky)

27• Internal Bleeding

• June 5, Tuesday •
• 8:56 a.m •

I woke up to the sound of thunder clapping. Rakim was already up scrolling through his Twitter feed.

"Hey." He said.

"Hiiiiii!" I sat up and stretched.

"How you feelin' mama?"

I scratched my head. "My body hurts. My head is spinning and I'm confused as shit."

"Damn. Fucked you too hard. My bad."

I playfully punched him. "Shut up and stop feelin' yourself."

"Well it ain't come out of nowhere. It came from this Rocky dick!"

Denzel busted into the room. "Finally up. The fuck happened last night?"

"Hey Denny!" I waved and smiled.

"Sup lil boy?"

"Yo! You fucked my friend?!" He got up in Rakim's face.

"Denzel! Chill out. It ain't that deep."

"It is! He puts his hands on you and got a nerve to drag you into his bed! The fuck is up, Rakim!?"

Rocky started laughing. "Yo, you's a little boy! Stay in yo own damn lane. I mean, your friend a little one too but damn she fuck like a pro. The way she ride is astonishing. Fucked her so good she wanted another round. Ain't that right?"

Denzel looked at me with the most disappointed and disgusted look on his face. "Is it?"

"Instead of being a stripper I need to get her into a porn industry or something."

"Shut the fuck up Rocky! Denzel, I did have sex with him but look!"

He exhaled and paced back and forth.

"Please just hear me out. I don't know what I was thinking-"

"You clearly did if you wanted a second round! I should have known. You're just another one of his hoes that want a nigga that stunt."

I was lost for words.

• 10:50 p.m •

Rakim left to go to work and it was just me and Denzel in the house.

"Denzel I'm so sorry." I said. His was sitting in the kitchen within arms crossed.

"In not mad."

"What?"

"I'm not mad at you." He sat down next to me,

"What?!" I was confused as hell.

"You fucked him? Whatever, can't do anything about it now. Read this. My plans for Saturday."

I took his phone and read it.

"You're planning to go back to Carol City?"

"We're. We are planning to go to Carol City, we'll be on our way on Saturday. Ha, that rhymed."

"I can't go with you! I'm like, Rakim's oxygen. He needs me!"

"He made you think he needs you. He doesn't give a fuck about you or me. He just want the money. Tomorrow night we'll pack our shit and in the early morning we'll go."

"How are we gonna get there?"

"Take all the money all of us made. We'll have enough money for the plane, hotel or my parents house, clothes and everything. We'll be hidden."

I scoffed. "Sounds great!"

"Really!? You wit it?"

"Definitely!" I said excitedly.

"Let's goooooo!!!! Tomorrow night I'll help you pack and we out, ok sis?"

"You got it, big brother." We got off the couch and stashed bookbags, duffle bag and whatnot under our beds