Something Like Love.

Chapter 10

Tyneisha

“STOP IT!! STOP IT! GIVE ME MY SHIT.”  I screamed as Marlon threw all my shit out his door. Tron tried to help me, but the rage Marlon was in; he literally picked that nigga up and threw him out the house. I knew Tron wasn’t gonna help because he had fucked already, so I was no longer his concern. Fucka is what I thought.

It was cold as shit and all I had on was a big sweater and whatever I could hold in my arms. I had to walk up the street to find a pay phone. He didn’t throw out my cell phone and I was looking like a dirty foot hoe.

I walked shivering for what seem like miles until I finally found a pay phone. So much for southern hospitality, niggas didn’t offer me no help, even though I looked like hell.

I called Coco collect, she was my right hand man, but Coco didn’t pick up. The only other people number I knew from heart was my mama, who has been m.i.a since September last year and my Aunt Kay and damn I didn’t want to call her, but I had no choice.

When I called her collect I just the number of the pay phone quickly so she could call me back.

“What hell you got ya self into nah girl?”

She didn’t even  bother to say hello.

“Auntie I’m off lem turner cold and damn near naked can you come get me please?”

“Where you at?”

“On lem turner closer to the Checker’s.”

“I’m on my way.”

It killed me to call her, but I knew she would come. It was her “Godly duty”. It was also her “Godly duty” to get on my fuckin nerves preachin the whole ride.

She came and the preachin started even before I reached the car. I just let her talk, as I thought about my next move. That nigga mad, but he’ll get over it. Tomorrow imma see where Coco at and clean his shit out. You don’t do that to me.

Marlon

“I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT HOE. I CAN’T BELIEVE HER!!! “ I said to no one.

I decided I was going out and getting fucked up, so I called Terrance.

“Ay yo Terrance what’s good tonight?”

“Nothin really bruh. Why you wanna go out?”

“Yea.”

“Yea. I thought cha girl had you on lock?”  He laughed.

“Maan fuck that bitch. Let’s get out.”

“Oh Really. Aight. Get ready. We out.”

We went to about three clubs and ended our night at some place called Lynch’s. I needed at least two more drinks before I could be supremely fucked up.

“Ay yo bro you good? You know we can go. You been knockin down all night.” Terrance said to me.

“Nah naw naaaw I’m drunk not.”

“Uhhh ok.”

That was the last of the conversation I remembered, before I woke up in my bed with dried vomit on my shirt and the smell of sausage cooking.

 Allison

It had been months since I’ve seen or even heard from Marlon. I was at Lynch’s with a couple of my girls enjoying the band, when I caught him stumbling over and yelling “fuck ha”.  He was so loud I heard him over the speakers. It was clear his friend couldn’t handle him. I told my girl Lanise to hold my purse I needed to help a friend.