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HERBO POV

I let my head hit the wall behind me listening to the sound of her fucking crying once again G. It's been barely a month since Kobe's ass left and I'm already in over my head, I stared at the wall wondering if I should be nice and see what's up with shorty or just be me and put some headphones in and knock back out. I was about to put my headphones in when her ass started screaming. It always started the same. I would hear her tossing and turning in bed and then not long after she would start whimpering. After the whimpering got louder and the tears would come.

But what had my ass thinking was that she would say certain shit and then say niggas names and shit like who the fuck these niggas is.

Like she would straight up beg for mercy and ask god to help her ass or ask just why over and over. Like I know I can't stand her bitch ass but shit a nigga got a heart and wish I could help her.

Because whatever it was had her ass straight up scared. Shit it was scaring my ass

I decided to give it about 5 more minutes and if her ass is still crying I'll go see what was up. I stared at the wall counting imaginary minutes in my head before I stood up reaching for the door. I started to turn the knob but some shit told me not to do and I wasn't about to go against that feeling shit end up dead like in them movies.

I headed down stairs and sat in the couch. I turned the Tv on to see a movie was playing but my ass couldn't even pay attention to it because I still heard her ass.

This shit has been happening all fucking week that I forgot what the fuck sleep was. Feels like my ass back on the corner of 79th all over again.

I knew that I should've helped her or at least woke her up but I couldn't do it. Like I felt fake cause I can't stand her ass and now I'm over here tryna be captain save a hoe.Nah a nigga ain't like. She know how I felt about her I tell her every chance I get.We never was cool like she is with Squeak or Mally so it was no secret that we was never gonna be cool. We hate each other to much too ever be cool

The only this is that my reason for not liking her were more deep then she thought.

I heard the sink turn on upstairs for a while before I heard the door open and footsteps coming down the stairs. I tried not to look back as she entered the room. I watched out of the corner of my eyes as she sat down on the other end of the couch sipping a water bottle. I looked at her noticing the deep dark circles around her eyes and the redness around them let me know how hard she was actually crying

She looked small and scrawny compared to the slim thick body she had when she showed up and all this shit happened in less than a week.

I thought back to the last week remembering how jumpy she was. Like her ass legit ain't try and fight or anything. I was dogging her out and she would just stare and before walking away

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