She's Got Me{ON HOLD}

.3.

Three: Spill The Beans. Add A Little Rice.

Raquel in the mm.

Kendrick

"Have you seen my wife?" I asked Dr.Michelle watching her shake her head no and scramble away.

I snatched her arm pulling her back to me receiving a couple disapproving nods and a few scoffs.

"I don't know where she is Mr.Lamar." She avoided eye contact trying to pry herself from my grasp but I tightened it biting my bottom lip.

"Where the fuck is my wife Danna?" I snapped making her look into my eyes, I crunched my eyebrows together seeing nothing but anger.

"S-She left Mr.Lamar. That's all I know. I swear!" She pleaded with sincere eyes.

"Hey, Danna you alright?" One of her coworkers asked causing me to turn to him. His blonde hair was awfully rough and his blue eyes showed sneakiness.

I tightened my grip just to mess with his emotions. Never breaking eye contact with this fool.

"Eh, uh I think you should let her go sir." He suggested walking closer.

I nodded chuckling. "Nah bruh', she good. Ain't chu' Danna?" I requestioned turning to her.

She shook her head nodding quickly. "Y-Yes, I'm fine Bret." She answered, I watched her arm turn from pink to red to purple.

And they say we're negros? Or whatever they wanna call it.

I released my grip throwing her towards Bret a little and he caught her eyeing me.

"I think you need to leave Kendrick." Bret suggested again, emphasizing my name rolling off his tongue.

"And I think you needa' shut da' fuck up Bret." I suggested emphasizing his name rolling off of my tongue.

I turned my back on the two, jogging out of the hospital.

Once I reached my truck I sped off dialing Malaria's phone number but I got no answer.

"Fuck!" I yelled smashing my phone onto the ground of the car, luckily it didn't break.

I stepped on the gas pedal doing 70 miles per hour, focusing on the road.

I slowed down while passing a cop unsure of if they'd seen me or not. I was beyond fuckin' angry.

I was sad, mad, distressed, and confused all in one big ball and I didn't know how to release these feelings.

I pulled into Malaria's driveway turning my car off, I stared at her car in the driveway snatching my keys up and going to the door.

I stuck my key inside the keyhole turning it right, then left then right again. I got aggravated throwing the keys onto the ground.

Why the fuck weren't my shits workin'?

I picked the keys up knocking my usual knock on the door.

I waited a brief minute before she opened the door carrying a black duffle bag, she turned her back to me locking the door.

"Where you goin' Lari?" I inquired examining her attire and that ass I loved oh so much.

It made me regret the divorcé.