Attitude Problem

Forty- Three

Nassiah
About 5 hours later

   "Heaven gone out my room unless you finna let me go home" I mumbled- I couldn't open my mouth that wide due to the fucking cut That bitch nigga left on my face- had to stitch me up from near my eye to almost my mouth- all I've been thinking about is how imma fuck these people up.

    "Ian leaving- you wanted me to leave you there for dead: Nassiah you was suppose to been stopped trying kill youself" she snapped I rolled my eyes as they stayed on my stomach-  tracing another stab wound they had left.

   "Mane you think if I wanted to go out i would've hired Your baby dad to try to kill me?" I said pushing the tray away from me so I could stand up.

      "You wanted me to leave you there- I heard wh- she was cut off with knocks on the door I looked at her and she looked back at me.

   "Ho I told you not to tell nobody- are you fucking remedial?" I whisper yelled wincing at the pain.

    "I ain't call ya friends but before I came back over the news was asking me questions- you know how I always wanted to be on tv" she whined I threw a the sprite bottle she brought me at her head and then the door swung open.

"Ma'am that many of you can't go in" the nurse from earlier stated

"Suck my dick ho- get you then" Tas'hania said before pulling back the curtain. "Your fucking face" she yelled

"His face? He got five different marks on his fucking stomach and arms" Donnie erupted behind her as Tash was now moving my head so she could get a close up I tried to smack my hands away and she tightened her lips. "Nigga why we had to hear about this from a thot?" Donnie added anger still laced in his voice.

"You ain't tell Alonso did y'all?" I questioned my eyes went more to Tash who scoffed.

"Did you not see the news? He saw hadda whole panic attack he coming up now- heaven you can leave now" she added. Heaven crosses her arms over her chest huffing .

"I found him! How y'all gonna kick me out?" She said in a whining voice.

"Thanks for finding him- now begone fore I beat ya ass for doing all that lying on the air" Tash added.

"We ain't done talking Nassiah" she huffed putting the sprite back on the table and picking up her purse walking out.

"Nah man real talk- Lock did this?" Donnie questioned the same look in his eye that always gets him in trouble- but this wasn't their beef this was mine I just shrugged at the question and he blinked. "Don't fucking play around Nassiah" he said slamming his fist on that trey- damn that shit getting out through hell."I gotta figure out who did this so I can fix it" he added

   "You ain't gotta- I got this und-

"Don't finish that fucking sentence" Alonso voice was chilling at how calm it was but how much emotion was in it. Even shut donnie up.

"Come on we finna get a snack D" Tash said

"Mane why? We know they gay!" Donnie argued back. I felt Alonso eyes roam at every cut and bruise on my body. I seen his eyebrows furrow as he reach stitches and than my face. His eyes went soft when they met mine- sad part is I know exactly what he is feeling- because I felt it all when situations were switched.

"Come on we gotta go find Mac anyway" I scoffed if my uncle would even let them in- he got shot in the shoulder they put a brace on him- and sure Mac never been in that situation before but still my uncle trying blame me like it's my fault he got shot. But once they left tension rose in the room.