She Saved Him

4.

Semaj James

30 Hours Left...

I Yawned As I Stared Out The Window Towards The Street. It Was Four In The Morning And I Didn't Trust Dex's Ass Enough To Let My Guard Down And Fall Asleep. I Bitch Slapped Myself In The Face Before I Stood Up And Went To The Bathroom. I Threw Some Cold Water On My Face And Shook My Head. That Should Keep Me Awake For At Least Another Hour.

I Stretched Out As I Walked Into The Living Room And Saw Dex Asleep On The Couch. This Nigga Done Made Himself Comfortable, But Hey...At Least Somebody Getting Some Sleep. I Walked Into The Kitchen And Started Me A Pot Of Coffee And Just Sat There Thinking. The Shit That Dex Said To Me Yesterday Kept Replaying In My Mind And I Just Didn't Understand How We Got This Way. There Was A Point In Time Where I Knew My Nigga Would NEVER Snitch On Me, Nor Would He Go Against Me For A Bitch. Yeah I Was Wrong For Tryna Pin Them Murders On Him, But Shit...He Ain't Got Shit To Live For, Nor Does He Have A Fucking Record! He's The Only Hardcore Muthafucka I Know With No Record Whatsoever!

Once My Coffee Was Done, I Poured It In A Cup And Took A Sip Of It. I Didn't Take My Sleepy Eyes Off Dex Once As I Slowly Walked Over To Him And Sat Next To Him.

"Aye Bruh." I Said. He Didn't Answer.

"Dex!" I Said. Same Result. I Know This Nigga Wasn't Dead Because He Was Snoring Like A Damn Grizzly Bear! I Huffed As I Threw The Cup Of Scorching Hot Coffee On His Face And He Quickly Jumped Up.

"Ahh Shit!" He Yelled. He Pushed Himself Up And Rubbed His Face Against The Couch.

"Good You're Awake." I Said, Trying To Drink The Last Few Drops Of Coffee That Were Left In The Cup.

"I Swear To Fucking God When I Get Out Of This I'm Gon Kill You!" Dex Said, Laughing. I Smirked As I Turned And Looked At Him. A Red Mark Had Formed On His Face And It Looked As If It Were Getting Worse.

"Don't Sweet Talk Me Dex. Ain't No Way You're Gonna Make Out Of This Alive! At Least Not With Asia's Help!" I Said Laughing.

"You A Fuck Nigga!" He Hissed.

"Yes I Know. And You A Fake Nigga! Stealing My Title And My Bitch? Damn! I Didn't See That Coming! You The Real MVP!" I Said.

"I Ain't Steal Shit! You Practically Gave Me Your Title, And Your Fuckboyish Ways Pushed Asia Right Into My Arms. Don't Hate The Playa, Hate The Game! This Grown Man Business And Clearly Yo Ass Ain't About This Life!" He Said. Was This Nigga Serious? I Swear On My Life I Taught This Nigga Everything He Knows And Now He's Tryna Use My Words Against Me? Aw Hell Naw! I Stood To My Feet And Went To Grab The Metal Baseball Bat That Was In This Niggas Bedroom. He'll Never Use It Again, So I'll Just Use It For Him. I Walked Back Into The Living Room And Shoved The Tip Of The Baseball Bat Against His Chest. He Winced A Little As He Looked Up At Me.

"You Got A Lot Of Nerve." He Said, Laughing.

"No...You Got A Lot Of Nerve." I Said. I Swung The Bat And Hit Him In The Side Of His Arm.

"Ah!" He Yelled Out.

"Using My Words On Me? Shit...Try That Shit Again Nigga!" I Yelled As I Hit Him Again. He Cried Out In Pain As He Slowly Leaned Over.

"Nigga Let's Not Forget I MADE YOU! If It Wasn't For Me Then Yo Ass Wouldn't Be Living In This House, Driving That Car, Or Fucking My Bitch!" I Yelled.

"I Fucked The Shit Out Of Her Too Bruh, And Had Her Screaming My Name!" He Said. I Swung And Hit Him In The Knee Cap And He Yelled Louder.

"Keep It Up Young Blood! I Can Do This All Fucking Day! That Bitch Ain't Coming For You Anyways! If She Was Then She Would've Been Here By Now!" I Snapped. I Dropped The Bat And Walked Away From Him.

I Laid Down On The Bed And Stared At The Ceiling For What Felt Like Hours. Maybe I Can Finally Get Some Sleep Since I Probably Done Broke This Niggas Arms And Legs. If He Tries To Escape Then He Won't Get Far. I Can Almost Guarantee That.