Two weeks later.
"Hello? Is this, Ebony Rivers?" A woman spoke over the phone.
"Who this is?" She replied, warming up her oatmeal in the microwave.
"This is Stacy from New Orleans Behavioral Medicine Institute. I was calling to remind you about your appointment with Dr. Broner tomorrow at two."
"Oh aight. I'll be there." Ebony hung up and took her bowl out the microwave.
She stirred up her oatmeal and cut up some apple slices to add to it. Rudy was in the kitchen as well so after Ebony grabbed something to drink, she took everything in her room to eat. Since the fight, they hadn't talked to each other. They both tried to minimize their time around each other as well. Last week, Ebony bought a new table and gave Rudy her half of the rent, but they kept that short. Rudy bought Ebony some more grapes, but Ebony ignored that.
Eventually, she wanted to talk to Rudy but right now she was worried about her visit to the psychologist. Ebony told all her brothers and they support her decision to seek help if that's what she really wanted. They felt like it wasn't necessary, but they didn't truly understand how she felt inside.
Sitting comfortably in her bed, Ebony received a phone call from a long distance number. She smiled because the call was from Armani so she quickly picked up. While blowing the spoon to cool off the steaming oatmeal, Ebony accepted the collect call.
"Whooaaa, wuzzam." Ebony spoke.
"Ya' girl finally earned her phone privileges back." Armani chuckled.
"Bitch, keep it that way. My care package should be there soon."
"I hope you sent me all the good snacks, bestie."
"Nope. I sent you buku healthy shit." Ebony ate a spoonful of oatmeal.
"Stop playing. I'm already mad they made me take my weave out and fingernails off."
"Fat girl, you know I sent your favorites. I wouldn't do you dirty like that." Ebony smiled.
"Thank you, love. So...what's tea? I haven't talked on the phone in weeks."
"Same ole, same ole. Having to beat bitches up."
"Who you fought this time? Trell girlfriend again?"
"No. Rudy best friend, the bitch she kept saying I would like so much."
"Swear? What happened?"
"I was talking my shit so she was talking hers and I didn't like it. I got fed up with her so I clocked her in the jaw. My hands match my mouth, I ain't never been worried bout a fight."
"I'm weak. She was standing up for herself and you got mad, huh?"
"I wasn't even doing nothing until I noticed she was saying stuff to be funny. I was talking how I talk to everybody. Fuck her if she ain't like it."
"True. You can't please everybody."
"I'm hip. But girl when we fought, why my stupid ass fall back on this glass table we had in the living room."
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Jungle 3
General FictionThere's no specific order to read any of the books included in the Jungle series, however, it's recommended to read part two before going to three. Starting off where I ended in part two, in the third Jungle, we're stepping into the life of Hakeem'...