Nichole
When I got home from work, Four called me. She was going through a lot at home which happens every time she goes over her mom's house. She hates it over there and every time she goes, something ridiculous happens. This time, she got into an argument with her mom about college which led to an argument about Four's future in general which then turned physical.
Four was on her way to my house now. She would spend some time with me to cool off. She just needed to get out of that house. I changed from my work uniform to sweatpants and a tee. Something simple so when I got home for the second time, all I would need to do is rip off the pants.
Ten minutes later, Four texted me saying she was outside. I grabbed my phone, my keys, and a sweatshirt just in case it was cold in the car. I crept downstairs and slowly went out the door. Once I was out the door, I was free to make as much noise as possible.
I jogged down to the car and got in. I shut the door and looked over at Four. Her face was red and wet and her eyes looked to kill. She sped off down the street and we sat in silence until we came to our school's empty parking lot. I looked at the time, 11:30. We both had school tomorrow too.
She snatched the key out of the ignition and threw them on top of the dashboard before crashing into the steering wheel. I put my hand to her back and rubbed in big circles, gently.
"Baby, what's wrong?" I broke the silence
Four shook her head from her hands and I watched her breathe in and out. I knew I asked a dumb question. For one, she won't answer it because she doesn't like to talk about her problems. For two, she has a lot of pride so she likes to deal with her issues alone. For three, I already knew what occurred. So I went with with my next best option.
"You're okay, stop crying. None of this was your fault." I said
"It is." She said, not moving
"How so?" I asked
"If I didn't wanna go to college, we wouldn't have to argue. Let alone speak to each other."
"Well, college is a very stressful topic. You have pressure since its senior year. Your mom has pressure trying to give you a brighter future-"
"Bullshit! She was fuckin' yellin' at me 'cause she ain't feel like payin' for the shit! She gon' tell me that I better get a scholarship 'cause she ain't puttin' down no money!" Four sprang from the steering wheel
"Do you really expect her to pay a lump sum for college-"
"No! I expect her to support me! I understand college is expensive, I know that. I don't wanna be stuck in debt either, but I want the experience. I want my degree. And she was the one who pushed me through school for this bullshit!" Four started yelling
"Listen to yourself, relax babe." I said
"Relax? Nichole, see? You don't get it 'cause you don't even have to go through this shit-"
"Four, I deal with my parents too. It's not like you're the only one in this world who disagrees with their parents." I replied
"You still don't got it like me."
"You make it seem like a contest. Maybe I don't wanna be like you."
"What the fuck are you tryin' to say?" She sat up straighter
"I'm sayin' I'm good with what I have and you can handle what you have. God didn't give you this life because He likes when you're tormented, He knew you could handle it." I said
"Yeah, whatever." She wiped her eyes and looked out the window
I found it cute when she was mad and had an attitude, but I had to keep everything serious so I could support her. I watched her jaw clench and unclench as she thought.
