MAD

26

Written 01/02/17

Marcus POV
I panic and pull her downstairs.

"Zaida!" Justin excitedly pulls her into his arms. She just stands there while he hugs her, hands at her sides. "What's wrong? Why aren't you hugging me?"

"Well I don't even know who you are." She laughs.

"What are you talking about?" He laughs nervously, looking confused.

"I've never seen you before in my life, so what are you talking about?" Zaida states bluntly.

"Is this a joke?" Justin balls up his fists getting angry.

"Justin, she doesn't remember." I confess.

"Then how can she remember you? You lying piece of shit! I trusted you to help her and you fucking erase all her memories of me?" He pulls his hand back and before he can hit me Zaida's fist clashes into his jaw and knocks him to the ground. "Zaida what the fuck!" He rubs his jaw, grunting in pain.

"Don't get up." She instructs. "Groove who the fuck is this guy?" She whispers while watching Justin carefully.

I think hard and long. This could be her way out. Everything can go back to normal. This is my second chance. Could it work?

"Oh nobody. I was trying to help him out, he's a crackhead don't believe shit he says to you." I say cooly. Justin looks at me in astonishment before leaping towards me. I quickly push him off of me and drag him to the door. "And tell all your other crackhead friends I'm done helping y'all."

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Justin tries break out of my grip.

"Get out druggie!" Before I can even respond Zaida pushes him out the door and locks it. "Stop inviting those fucking weirdos in here. Damn."

I watch from the window as Justin angrily runs to his rental car and speeds away.

"Marcus Deandre Brown!" I snap out of my trance and focus on her. "I've been yelling at you for the past 2 minutes! Are you deaf?" She looks so sexy when she's mad at me. Hand on her hip and that little nose scrunch she does. "You're a still not hearing me!" I feel a sharp pain on my side.

"Chill out. I'm tired." I run the back of my neck.

"Then sleep. It's better you do that than waste my time." She smacks her gum and struts out. I just laugh and follow her.

"You pressed ma?" I laugh. I always fuck with her when I know she's in a bad mood.

"Don't talk to me." She throws a pillow at my face and takes a seat on the bed.

"Why you mad?" I say in a deep goofy voice and poke her.

"I'll give you two seconds to get the fuck outta my face." She hold up her hand.

"And if I don't?"

"I'll slap the black off of you. Understood?" I just laugh and nod. She mimics my laugh and groans. "Who ever let me put this outfit on is not my friend." She inspects her clothes in disgust before jumping up to her closet. She hasn't worn anything in there in years. Most of it's stuff I couldn't imagine her wearing today, but she grabs a plain white t-shirt and a pair of long shorts and heads to the closet to change. "I look mad fucking girly man. Is this some type of joke?" She growls and pulls her hair from the pretty updo. I just watch her braid a couple cornrows and wrap a blue bandana around her head. She would have really went off if she would have had makeup on, but luckily she didn't. She starts for the stairs.

"Where you going?" I call after her.

"Hooping, you coming?" I can hear her bounce the ball a couple times downstairs.

"Yeah aight here I come."

Justin POV
Emptiness, that's all I feel.
Cold, that's my heart.
Darkness, that's what consumes me.
My whole, warmth and light is gone. Doesn't remember me. Poof like that my happiness vanished. Believe me when I say I'm truly dead inside. It makes me want to cut a limb off just so I can feel something, but then again I'm completely numb.

I haven't moved, haven't eaten, haven't bathed or shaved. I look like a piece of trash and I'm sure I smell like it too. Marcus did this on purpose. He wants me to suffer. He wants her ALL to himself. I really can't blame him though, I want the same. I also want to rip him limb from limb and torture him for days, but I know it wouldn't please her. I thrive off of her happiness, without it I'm a heartless killer.

Ghost POV
Niggas ackin mad wild cuz. I dunno why but they is. They look at me funny when I walk in the room, like they never seen me before. Which ain't true cuz that my set and they like family. If you could only see the cuddi Groove, he's so soft now. I just want to punch his dumbass in the jaw, or smack some sense into him. I've lowkey been trying to avoid him cuz he been looking at me like I got sum on my face and I hate it when people be staring at me.

I just kill niggas and get this money, that's all I'm worried about.

Marcus POV
I'm scared for this girl, she's in and out of it. It's like she has two personalities and I never know which one I'm dealing with. Either she's the strong women she's become or her heartless past. She'll be cool and out of nowhere she'll be talking about wasting niggas and who's on her list. It's scary because it's only getting getting worse and I don't know how to stop it.

A/N: Happy New Year! I'm sure you can guess what my New Years resolution is, finishing MAD. I know this is short but it's something for right now. I got so much in store. I wrote down a BUNCH of ideas and notes and things I want to incorporate. I got some many surprises guys. Imma have y'all hanging off your seats. Be ready. Updates are coming.