We pulled up to Garden Alley Apartments and Condiminuims thirty minutes later. It was a gated community so we had to wait while she put in the password.
"Two-one-two." She told Jes. He punched the numbers in the keypad and the gate came open.
"So where is it?" Bryan asked.
"Just up here. Look for the number three-fourty-four." We all searched for it then recognized a pattern; odds on the left, evens on the right, so it'll be on the right. Sure enough it was; building three-fourty-four. We parked and got out.
"I don't have many things, just some clothes and things like that is all." She told us as we started toward the building. She dug into her wallet for the key as we headed up the steps to the second floor where we eventually stopped at the third door on the hall. As she stuck the key in the lock, the anxiety was noticeable on her face. She sighed then placed her headband back over her head. Some strands tugged at her tender face having been caught in her stitches. I reached up and gently pulled the few remaining strands, keeping sure not to grab her sensitive, harmed cheek.
"Thank you." Koda resumed turning the lock until finally the door came open,
Andrew stood in the hallway, bruised and cut up as ever, He stared at her then us as we trailed in behind her.
"Um, baby, I-" he started.
"Don't call me that. I'm not here to make up, just here to get my things and go."
"And if you try anythingI swear we will beat your brains out, got it?" Mikey said.
"We didn't come here to fight Andrew, only to protect her." Jesse spoke. It was kind of shocking; Jesse was trying to be civil. Jesse was being civil!
"Protect her from what?" he asked. We all bit our tongues at that. Koda stepped past Andrew and headed toward the back where I suppose the bedroom was. We all looked at each other.
"He really is fucking retarded ain't he?" Jeremy whispered.
"From what?" Bryan mocked, shaking his head. "Fucktard."
In the backroom Koda was pulling her things out of the drawers and closet.
"Andrew, I don't want to talk to you." She said. "I only came to get my things and go."
"But-"
"NO." She looked up at him though her hands never stopped stuffing clothes. She zipped up the first bag then went on to the next.
"Please," Andrew begged. "Just.. come on babe."
Koda was ignoring him. She counted the number of items still left to take. She zipped up the last bag, slung the both of them over her shoulders then went to the corner of the room to get two instrument cases.
"Koda, please." Andrew was still begging as she came out. I, along with Bry and Mikes took her cases and bags off her shoulders.
"Only one more thing." She said to us, the irritation smoldering in her dark eyes and in her rigid jaw. She turned around and headed back down the hall, Andrew staring at her as she went passed him.
"I mean come on babe. It's not that big of a deal."
She stopped dead in her tracks. She stood stock-still until she turned around and slowly walked back to him. Once the shadow from the hall cleared, her eyes were shiny and virtually black with the dilated pupils.
"Really?' She said calmly.
"Oh, she's pissed." Bryan whispered.
"Beyond pissed." Jer answered.
The air stopped; the tension was so thick. It was too unnervingly quiet.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK IS NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL ABOUT THIS!" She screamed, pointing to her stitching, cuts, and still kind of black eye. "YOU DID THIS SHIT TO ME!" Tears threatened her eyes; both of sadness and fury. "ALL BECAUSE I CAUGHT YOU CHEATING YOU BASTARD!"
Koda never broke her eye contact with Andrew, even as she kept on cussing him out. "YOU SCREWED UP MY LIFE AND THIS US THING WE HAD," she gestured between herself and him. "WAS NOTHING TO YOU BUT TRYING TO HAVE SEX WITH ME! I'M NOT GONNA LOSE THAT TO SOMEONE WHO WILL JUST DROP ME LIKE GARBAGE!"
"Okay, and so?" Andrew popped back. "As far as I'm concerned, you ARE trash."
I gritted my jaw and balled my fists. " And so what if our relationship was just about sex? Who cares?"
"I did."
"Well, just so you know, I never wanted to fuck your ugly ass anyway. You're so fucking ugly and fat and disgusting. No wonder you haven't had a boyfriend in eleven years!"
We all looked at each other ,silently biting our tongues and gawking at this.
"You're stupid and a fucking peice of shit. Maybe you should've killed yourself like you wanted to when you were fifteen."
