Ride With the Mob - A$AP Rocky

Chapter 17

Symone Anderson

The first thing I did when I woke up this morning was call Lyric to check on her and to tell her we would be going to the hospital for her to get tested. She shed a few tears and I wanted to as well but as we always recited to each other: Expect the worst and hope for the best, we kept our heads up.

When I was done getting ready Rakim was still asleep since it was 9AM. I planned on calling him later but if I forgot, it would be okay because as I've said before, I am a grown woman, despite the fact that I'm in his house. Shit, I can go back to mine if any issues arise.

On my way to Lyric I played chill music to calm my nerves. Thank God it helped. As I was nearing Ferg's condo I received a call from Rocky. As usual, my heart started beating fast. What made it even worse was that it was a FaceTime call but at least I would get to see him.

*FaceTime Call*

I picked up to be met with a close-up of Rocky's face. He looked tired but was still very much alert. God took his time with this one.

"Symone where you at?" He asked, squinting. "You driving?"

I held the phone in one hand while driving with my left. "Yeah, I'm on my way to get Lyric to get tested. I was gonna call you around 10 but you beat me to it."

Rocky chuckled a bit, giving me a glimpse of his teeth, a blessing that God literally dropped on him. "Okay, lemme leave you alone. Be safe, see you in a few."

"Alrighty, bye. Thank you," I replied with a grin before he lifted his eyebrows rapidly and ended the call just as I was pulling into a parking space outside of Ferg's condo. I called Lyric to tell her to come outside and after 3 short minutes she was walking to my car, her face still with cuts covered by makeup and walking a little better than yesterday. She was wearing black leggings and a white, slightly cropped Adidas shirt accompanied by white slip-on Vans with a purse. Even at her lowest by bitch was killing these hoes.

I unlocked the car and she got in carefully, looking a bit worried.

"Hey boo," she greeted.

"Hey babe, how you feeling?" I responded, heading to the hospital.

"Way better than yesterday, Ferg took good care of me, dead ass. He's so fucking sweet Symone. I had to beg him to let you take me to get tested because he kept insisting that he would do it. He's been comforting me when he sees me crying, man. He's the best after you of course."

"Awwww, I'm so happy to hear that. I love y'all together, just had to remind you for the 100th time." Lyric and Ferg made it official a few weeks ago and ever since, Lyric had been glowing. Nothing could really make her mad, that's how happy she was.

"I had trouble sleeping last night though, I know I'm finna have light PTSD. Hopefully they give me meds or sum. And I hope that nigga Rico ain't give me herpes cause if his bitch ass did imma have to drown in more tears. I'm sick of crying though for real... Once them bitches come they don't stop until like 15 minutes after. A long. Ass. Time."

"Lyric you're one of the toughest bitches I know. The fact that you're talking about this and not tearing up proves it and I commend you. I'm sorry, again. I know it doesn't help to hear me say that but I really do apologize. It should've happened to me, you weren't a part of it whatsoever," I sincerely explained, on the verge of tears. Lyric going through this really makes me feel like shit.

"Symone, don't cry. Don't you see me? I'm okay. My pussy sore and my face fucked up and I might have PTSD but baby I am okay. It already happened so stop saying it should've been you. The only thing we can do from here is progress. On the bright side, that nigga dead. As far as I know, we straight for right now."