Stay Down

Chapter|11

Dom

After she left I just sat there in my wheel chair wondering how in the hell did I have feelings for this girl. I mean ever since I saw her in the club I was intrigued by her and since then I wanted to get to know her better. She seemed different and even though I didn't know her from a bitch on the street, I knew she wasn't like all of these other groupy chicks I ran across on the daily. Even after getting shot I still wanted to get to know her better. I was surprised as fuck that she showed up to my front door. Nobody knew that I had this house, not even Tonio. Hell my parents didn't know I had this spot. I aint tell nobody because some days I just needed to get away from all the dramas of life. The media and paparazzi could get ahold of you and if you let it, it will tear you down. I aint really been watching the news but I knew me getting shot was all over the television and I didn't care to see it. The day I got released, cameras was all over the place, reporters wanting to get statements and shit but I kept my mouth closed. Pretty much the only thing I've done was make a Instagram post to my fans apologizing. But you better believe once I get better Ima give them what they asked for. I hate letting my fans down because they made me who I am today so its only right I take care of them.

I don't know when I had fallen asleep but I woke up still in my chair. They gave me some bad ass pain medicine that knocked me out every time I take it. I looked at the clock noticing it was just a little after midnight, damn. Feeling my stomach growl I remembered I aint ate shit all day.I didn't wanna get out to get nothing to eat because I aint wanna risk being seen and followed like I had when I first got here. I walked to the fridge and opened it up and to my dismay it was completely empty. What the fuck was I supposed to do now? I could call up one of my old chicks but I aint really want nobody seeing me like this. I looked inside the cabinets and pantry and the only thing I found was some bread and some bitchass Spam. I don't even eat that shit so I don't know how that got in here. As hungry as I was that was just gon have to do. While I was making my sandwhich, my cell phone rung and it was a number I didn't recognize. With so many crazy fans somehow getting my number, I decided not to answer. After I finished my dry ass sandwhich I decided I would try to take a shower. That was hard for me because I couldn't move around like I needed and wanted to or I would risk reopening my incision. Man I'll be glad when this shit heal because I would hate to have to go back to the hospital. I wheeled myself down the hall way into the master bedroom and found some bullshit ass gym shorts and shit to put on after my shower. While I was getting ready to turn on the shower my phone rang again and it was the same number that called a few minutes before. Once again I didn't answer. Whoever it was would just have to leave a voicemail. Everybody that I fucked with knew I didn't answer numbers I didn't know and I wasn't gon start now.

In the middle of my shower I heard my doorbell ringing. "Who the fuck?" Like I said, nobody knew I had this spot so who the fuck ringing my bell? Well nobody knew until Red Dress showed up but I doubt she'd come back after storming off earlier. I took my time getting out..well I didn't have much of a choice, wrapped a towel around me and got back into my chair and rolled to the front door. Before asking who it was, I stood up and looked out the peephole. To my surprise no one was there. I grabbed my chrome plated nine out the coat closet that was next to the door and made sure the safety was off before I opened the door. "What the fuck?" I looked down and saw a Georgia's bag on the ground along with a big ass bottle of Remy Martin. My mind was going a million miles a minute because I had no idea who sent this shit but at the same time I did. Could it have been Red Dress? I was thinking of every possible person it could be while I grabbed the items and took them into the house. Whoever did it did their best shit because Georgia's was the best soul food place in all of Tennesse. I would go as far as saying in the world. Georgia got mad skills in the kitchen and she got down everytime. Just the smell coming from the bag made my stomach do all types of jumps and flips and shit. That nasty ass Spam sandwhich aint do shit. I picked up the bottle of liquor and examined it. Whoever bought spent some money on it because it was the biggest bottle they made. I sat the food in the kitchen and went back to my shower.

I got out of the shower about twenty minutes later and just in time to recieve a text message. I picked up my phone and noticed it was from that same number that had been calling me. I opened up the message and read it.

9012826598: Enjoy, u looked like u could use a meal and a stiff drink.

Damn it was here. I couldn't help the smile that crept upon my face as I began to text her back.

Me: Preciate ya

I decided to keep it simple to see where she would go with it.

9012826598: Anyime

That was all she said so I left it alone for a while and began to eat. As hungry as I was I ate the entire plate of food and it was a fat plate too. I was good and full and ready for a sip of this liquor. I already had a blunt rolled so all I had to do was light up and sit back and chill. I cut the tv on for the first time today and saw that New Jack City was on. As I began to get into my zone a text message came though on my phone. I was hoping it was from Red Dress and it was.

9012826598: And btw my name is Marri, not red dress

Me: Thats wat I been tryna get out ya, a nigga gotta take a bullet from ya to get ya name

9012826598:Not funny, I said I was sorry.

Me: Its cool ma but sorry aint enough. Ima lock ya number in

She texted me back but I didn't read it because I knew I would be tempted to text her back and I wanted to leave her hanging for a bit.

By the time the movie was over I had smoked two blunts and had taken a number of shots. To say I was zoned out would be an understatement and once again I fell asleep involuntarily.