|| Down For You || Rihanna & Kehlani

Kill You - 22

February 22, 2016
Oakland, California
5:47 PM
Robyn Rihanna Fenty

I paced around da waitin' room while runnin' my hands through me hair. I can't belee' I did dat shit ta' Lani, she hates my guts right ni, I don' know... Prolly. I sat down refusing ta' let mi tears fall, she's gon' be ok Robz.. Dat shit not gone happen again, I kept repeating ta' myself. Some doctors were comin' down da hall talkin', so I got quiet ta' listen and see if dey was talkin' 'bout anything confidential 'bout Lani.

"Yes it's Ms. Parrish.... Condition... Yeah she's room 12-"

"Why won't dese bozzis hurry da fuck up!?" I yelled, shooting up again. It's been 3 fuckin' hours wit' still no information 'bout ha.. I only heard bits and pieces ah dat damn conversation, bitches good at whispering. I wonder whea' she is... I walked up ta' de information specialist at da desk and looked at ha. She was talkin' on de phone like she didn't give a fuck it was a whole person waitin' on ha stupid ass ta' acknowledge dem. I cleared my throat, tryin' not ta' be rude. Dat bitch looked up at me and held her finger up, she kept talkin' on ha phone. Strike 1.

"Excue me."

"Hold up Sasha." She put de phone down. "Don't you see I'm busy, what you want?"

I clenched my jaw. "I'm concerned 'bout a patient."

"The doctors obviously haven't come out for a reason, go sit down and wait like the rest of them." She picked up da phone and got back ta' talkin'. My eye twitched and I nodded slowly, turning ta' walk awey'. Next ting' I knew, dat phone cord was wrapped around da girl's neck and I was only tightening it. Oops.

"Wanna sey' allat shït ya was talm earlier baby?" I asked in ha ear. She made chokin' noises trynna pry da cord off her neck, but I kept mi grip tight. Bitch ass shoulda thought 'bout dat befa' disrespectin' me. 

"Whoa whoa whoa! Let her go!" I heard someone yell, prolly security. I looked at him wit' a smirk and tightened my grip, hell da girl could be dead by now fah all I know. Security ran up and pried me off da girl wit' a struggle, but I aine hit 'em. Anotha' bozzi went up ta' ole girl ta' make sure she was still alive.. Bitch ass still fuckin' breathin'. Hoe.

"Jerald we're gonna have to take her away." I chuckled and started laughing hysterically.

"No don't mek me do it!"

"What?"

"I'm don't wanna hurt nobody else Nic!" I made myself sound distressed. 

I den deepened my voice. "I don't care 'bout ya feelins' bitch get us out ah dis situation."

Den back ta' distressed. "Why do ya treat me so bad!?" I screamed, tears forming in me eyes.

"Oh shit... James I think she's ill." Da otha' security whisper yelled.

"That don't excuse what she did to her!" He pointed ta' da bitch I almost murdered, I inwardly shrugged at ha' near death experience and took a deep breath. I screamed while leaning ova' and started full blown cryin'.

"P-please don't mek me hurt dem too! I'm sorry! I just want ta' see Lani!"

"Ya eitha' hurt dem or hurt yaself doin' it." Nic, my 'otha' personality' stated. I started bitin' at my shoulders  and shit, squirming.

"James let her go before she hurts herself! We need to call a psychiatrist dumbass."

"Fuck it man.." He let go of me and I landed on da ground, all fours. I sniffed chuckling slightly. Why am I so good at dis, ain't shit wrong wit' me. I wiped my tears den stood up slowly, turnin' around wit' a smile on my face.