West Side Highway (A$ap Rocky)

45• Rip Yams

It got late and Rakim was next to me on the couch asleep. He got comfortable with me real quick. Especially after I killed that nigga. I shook him awake.

"Huh!?" He woke up and wiped the slobber from his mouth. "What's good ma?"

"I'm bored!"

He sucked his teeth and turned away to go back to sleep. "Go read a book or something."

"No one reads books anymore!"

"Then why are people reading this?"

"Cuz it's summer break! Why not read a good book on wattpad? And I was talking about physical books!"

"Man! If you don't shut the hell up! Go to bed!"

I slapped his head. "Don't tell me to shut the hell up, wrong with you?"

He held his head and scowled.

"That's the only way I can get your attention!? If I cuss or hit you?"

"Don't start this." He turned his back in me.

"Idiot!" I threw the tv remote at him. He got up and went to his room and slammed the door.

I put my feet up on the couch and fell asleep. It's too easy to get him mad but it's not a good idea because one of these days he's going to do something that'll really split us apart. He might end up saying something or hit me.
Yeah he'd never hit a woman but I can make that change. Rakim has respect but set him off and it's done!

• 4:10 a.m •

I awoke to the sound of crying in Rocky's room. I dismissed it as me hearing things but it kept going for minutes.
Imma be honest. I was scared as fuck and didn't wanna go anywhere but to sleep! Fuck all that spooky shit! I wanna sleep!!!
Rocky's door opened and out came shirtless Rakim. He turned on the lights in the kitchen. I pretended it woke me up.

"Hnnnngggg!" I groaned and covered my eyes. "What the hell?"

"Sorry." He said as he grabbed a tissue.

"The hell wrong wit chu!? What happened? Why you turn the lights on nigga!?"

"Shut up and go to bed. Ain't nothing wrong."

I sat up. "Them tears on your face ain't saying the same thing. What's wrong?"

"Nothing wrong! Go to bed Toni!"

I pat the space on the couch next to me. He thought about it and sat down next to me once I moved my legs.

"Can you tell me now?"

"Yams died." He said.

"Who?"

"Yams! One of my nigga in Harlem. He OD'd."

I covered my mouth. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't act like you care. It's probably a relief for you to see me crying."

"Not at all! We might go through a lot of things but I'll always be here for you. Especially when you're going through a death." I embraced him and he quietly sobbed in my arms.

Rip Yams 💜