Thickums and The Thug

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Trigger warning. Some of the topics that will be discussed in my book may cause some of you to feel upset or trigger something (depression etc.) because you may have gone through a similar situation or just feel a certain way about q subject so this is my warning.
-Naya✨
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Saint (POV)

"Man Saint you really feeling lor shorty ain't chu." My bestfriend Melvin said. His Baltimore (that's my city!!!) accent really comes out when he talks. It was hard getting use to but we've been friends ever since he moved to NOLA during highschool.

" I can't blame him. Lil'baybeh was stacked." My brother Travis said

I mugged him. "Why you buggin mane? That's my lor baybeh."

Before he could respond we heard a lot of yelling in the hallway.

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Noble POV

"Get your shit, now." He said lowly. Attempting to contain his anger.

Backing up further into the wall I say, "I can't leave now Justin. I have another 4 hours left on my shift."

He lets out a breath and approaches me. Caging me in with his hands on either side of my head. He just looks at me.

"You can't be here. I'm suppose to be working right now." I say trying to get him to leave.

He just chuckles at me.

He roughly grips my face, digging his nails into my face.

"Is that what you call working? Huh!? Sitting up in there flirting with some nigga. Bitch I will fucking kill you. Sitting in there embarrassing me." He gradually gets louder until he's yelling. I know it won't be long until he draws a crowd.

He begins to try to pull me towards the exit.

"Let me go Justin. I'm not going to go with you. If you want to talk then we can later but this is my job. Let. Me. Go." I said as forcefully as I could.

"Bitch do you think I give a fuck about this job. When I'm done with your ass, you'll be lucky if you can even get out of bed by yourself." He yells at me. I can already feel the formation of bruises on my arm. The tears well up in my eyes and I'm about to go with him knowing that no matter what this won't end well for me.

" I suggest that you let lil ma go."

I look up at the voice with my blurry vision. It's one of the me that were in the room with Mr. Alsina.

"Fuck nigga I'm talking to my wife. I suggest that you go back in that room before you the one lying in a hospital bed." Justin said tightening his grip on my arm.

"You basic ass nigga is this the way way you treat your wife?" He asks Justin. Lifting up his shirt he reveals a gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans. Making Justin loosen his hold on me.

" Now like I said, I suggest you let her go and get your little punk ass out of here."

Justin chuckles again.

"Damn Noble. You fucking this nigga. Got him wanting to shoot me and shit. I'm your husband and you been giving away my pussy." Justin says to me. He keeps on laughing.

Security finally makes their way towards us and Justin finally lets me completely go.

"Is there a problem over here Nurse No." Johnny the security guard says while looking Justin and the mystery man up and down.

I finally find my voice and speak although very timidly. "No Johnny, my husband here was just leaving." As soon as I said that Justin looked at me, giving me a state that shook me to my core.

"Yea, I just wanted to come up here and visit my beautiful wife." He says and I cringe as he kisses my cheek. "I'll see you when you get home wifey." He winks at me.

With that he walks away. Not taking anytime I rush the opposite way towards the breakroom and break down. I start balling.

"Why me! Why..."  I sit there and compose myself before walking back out into the now empty hallway.

I go about my day checking on the rest of my assigned patients before preparing to leave as my shift is now over. I start making my way back to Mr. Alsina's room.

I knock on the door and enter the room and see him and the mystery man who helped me out earlier. They were just sitting down watching tv.

"Hey." I say trying to find some kind of way to effectively communicate.

"You ard shorty." Anthony asks me.

"Yea lil ma you good?" The mystery man asks me.

" I'm as good as I can be. But I can bounce back I always do. I just wanted to come in here and thank you..." I say trailing off

"Melvin." He says

"Thankyou Melvin." I say finishing my thought.

"You good ma, If I didn't come out there than Saint here would have got up out of this bed and went out himself." He says shrugging it off.

"Damn skippy I would have. You don't know it yet but you my lil'baybeh. I can't have nobody hurting you. And don't think I ain't catch what you said. You should be sitting on a throne having people shower you in love, diamonds, and pearls. You shouldn't have to get use to that fuck nigga putting his hands on you. You to beautiful for that ma."

I blush.

"Thank you but my name is Noble. And I should get out of here so I'll se you guys later." I say starting to make my way out of the room.

"I reply hope you ain't going home to him Noble." Melvin and Anthony both said looking at me.

"I'll be fine." I say.

With that I exit the hospital into the warm night air with heavy shoulders. Thinking about every thing I've experienced in the last 24 hours.