{MARCUS ON THE SIDE}
~Smokey's P.O.V~
I sat there, disappointed as fuck at my best friend as I watched him dabbed his nose and look at the blood on his finger. I knew he was acting weird as fuck, we hadn't seen him for days and y'all know he be around every fuckin day. Especially my crib since we lived like two houses down from each other. And the minute he walked through Blaze's front door, I knew something was wrong with him. For one, he don't never leave the house in a fuckin white t and some damn sweats, he always dress up. Don't matter where we going. Nigga dressed up in true religion and Gucci when he went with me to fuckin Dollar General! And two, his attitude was completely fucked up, he was actin like he ain't even wanna be here. Avoiding us and shit.
It ain't take a damn genius to know what Hunter been doing with his time at home....And just watching him right now, shit was eating me alive.
Karmela got up and grabbed at towel from the bathroom.
She was about to give it to him but he stopped her.
"Karmela, I'm fine I can take care of my damn self." He said as the blood dripped from his nose to his sweats.
"It's dripping all over your clothes-"
"I said I'm fine." He said sternly, of anger. Preston stood up from his seat.
"But Hunter-" Karmela was about to put the towel up to Hunter's nose when he shoved her to the floor.
" I said I'm fine!" In a blink of an eye, Preston had already came around the table. Everybody was out of their seats, trying to stop him.
He sucker punched Hunter to the floor. We held him back from hitting Hunter again.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU HUNTER?!" Preston yelled, looking down at Hunter as we pushed him outside, away from Hunter.
Mama and Katness had gotten Karmela off the floor, she stood there, shocked and surprised.
I let Blaze and Dezzy take Preston outside and looked down at Hunter. He was holding his nose, that was now bleeding worst than before since Preston had hit him.
"Get the fuck up Hunter." I told him. He waved me off, smacking his lips. That pissed me off.
I was short, but that ain't mean shit cause I pulled Hunter 6'1 ass up off the floor by his shirt collar and stood him up.
"Get the fuck off me." He said, yanking my hands off of his shirt.
"You on that shit Hunter?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"That's nun of your fucking business!" He snapped at me.
"Are you fucking insane Hunter?! Why the fuck are you on that shit!?" I pushed him into the wall, he pushed me back also.
"I CAN DO WHAT THE FUCK I WNAT TO! I'M A GROWN ASS MAN-"
"THEN ACT LIKE IT! I DON'T KNOW IF YOU NOTICED BUT YOU JUST PUT YOUR FUCKIN HANDS ON A FEMALE WHO WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU!"
" I CAN TAKE CARE OF MY DAMN SELF!"
"LOOK AT YOURSELF HUNTER! YOU NEED HELP! AND TURNING ON THE NIGGAS THAT HAVE HAD YOUR BACK FROM DAY 1 AIN'T HELPIN SHIT!" I yelled back at him, getting frustrated. I swear, if he says one more stupid thing, I might punch him.
"IF Y'ALL HAD MY BACKS, Y'ALL WOULD'VE BEEN THERE FOR ME WHEN MY MOMS DIED! THE ONLY PERSON THERE FOR ME WAS TREY! WHERE THE FUCK WAS MY BEST FRIEND HUH?! NOWHERE TO BE FOUND! AND NOW YOU TRYNNA SAY I'M TURNIN MY BACK ON Y'ALL!? Y'ALL TURNED ON ME FIRST! FUCK LIFE, FUCK EVERYBODY, AND MOST DEF, FUCK YOU!" He pushed me back one last time before storming through the back door.
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