If You Let Him Take Me From You || Woody McClain ||

Chapter 12

Woody

Knock Knock!

I stood oddly by the door awaiting an answer. I wasn't even sure exactly what  I was about to say but I'd have to figure it out soon. Because the one thing I was sure about was the fact that I wasn't leaving until I got some type of answer. 

Boom Boom Boom!

 I kicked the door with the back of my foot causing it to shake wildly, and the neighbors dog to bark. "Pipe down Chachi." I snarled at the canine from where I was. Which was far away from the blue nose pit because God knows if the situation was even a tad bit different I'd be on mute. 

"Nigga what the fuck?!" Jean yelled snatching the door open as if he hadn't been ignoring any of my calls or any of my knocks.

"Ahh!" I yelled placing my hand in his face and mushing it before stepping into his home. He quickly smacked it away before roughly slamming the door behind us. 

"Did somebody die? Wait scratch that somebody better be dead, the way you were just knocking at my got damn door." He huffed walking past me and over to the couch. I turned my nose up at his disheveled appearance. The nigga looked like trash and mildly smelled of it. 

I watched him place a half drunken bottle of Hennessey to his lips and take a big gulp from it  before walking over to him and snatching it away. He attempted to protest but I quickly cut him off. "Where's Zora?" I asked deciding to cut straight to the chase. Besides this nigga was half drunk and less likely to catch on to my concerns. 

"To hell if I know." He said easing back into the sofa and grabbing at the crotch of his pants. "Surprised she ain't with you." He added causing my eyes to bulge. 

"Nigga why the fuck would she be with me?" I asked turning to face him as if it weren't a real possibility. Truth be told I wish that she was with me. Then I wouldn't have to be here questioning this over grown ass child about his fiancé's whereabouts. 

"I don't know man you know I just be talking shit when I'm drunk." He added as if it made any sense. 

"You really should be out looking for her." I said wondering why he wasn't as concerned as I was. If it were my fiancé out here missing I'd turn the whole city upside down until I found her. "She can't be far. Ain't like she be around too many people." I added wondering to myself how she had managed to pull a Houdini granted her lack of friends and family in the area.  The shit just wasn't adding up. 

"Zora is a grown woman. She know her address. I'm not about to keep chasing up behind her ass because she wanna be an ungrateful little bitch behind her daddy smart ass mouth." He growled causing my canine's to surface. 

"Oh ok so that's how we playing it. Awe I see." I huffed slapping at my knees as I turned away from him. 

"You got something you wanna say Wood?" He growled leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees. 

"Something I wanna say." I repeated flabbergasted. "Oh I'm the one who need to say something. Awe ok." I said rising to my feet. 

"Yeah cause you seem to be the one who have the most to fucking say." He continued grabbing the bottle of Hennessy from the coffee table and placing it to his lip again. 

"I might be the one who saying the most but I'm far from the one who needs to be." I growled snatching the bottle from his hands once again. "I mean look at you." I said allowing my eyes to roam over him. He sat beneath me shirtless and unshaven. He reeked of alcohol and looked as if he hadn't slept in days. "Nigga look at you!" I yelled before bursting into frustrated laughter. 

"What?" He quizzed for the first time showing any signs of insecurity or truth. I watched him rub his hands over his hair and then his face as if he didn't look like a sorry ass negro. 

"You look like shit." I admitted once again taking a seat beside him. "And that's probably because you feel like shit. Stop being a punk ass nigga and just admit that you missing your girl." I said realizing that even though Jean had a fucked up way of showing it ... he really did love Zora. I could see no other reason for him to be carrying on like this. 

"Yeah I do man." He finally admitted. "I FUCKED UP DAWG!" He added placing his head into his palms. I thought I heard him sniffle and immediately became triggered. I wasn't with that crying shit. 

"Jean?" I said placing my hand on his shoulder. "You alright bruh?" I asked shaking him. He nodded his head in his hands. Never taking the time to look up at me. "Nigga you just need to try and make this shit right." 

"I know. I know. I just don't know how." He admitted and for the first time in a long time I genuinely felt sorry for this nigga. He was my boy and deep down I knew he had a good heart. It was just hidden behind a whole lot of fucked up ways. 

"Well you better figure it out soon my nigga. Before she really leaves you're ass." I joked causing him to laugh a bit. Which was cool because I hated to see him looking like this. To be honest I just wanted to get out of here and head to my next destination which was Kirsten's spot. Zora hadn't went far and I was determined to find her ass before the night ended. 

"I'm on it man." He added rising to his feet as did I. 

"I hope so nigga." I chimed heading for the door. 

"Jean baby ..."  A female voice cooed from the floor above just near the stairs. Stopping me dead in my tracks. 

"Nigga you got a bitch in here?" I seethed through clenched teeth. You would have thought my ass was Zora granted how mad I immediately got. "What if Zora's ass comes back and catches you two hoes in the act?" I quizzed pulling up my pants and stomping toward him. "I can't believe you." I hissed sounding more and more like a female as I went on. He just drunkenly shook his head. 

I knew what I did with Zora in their home was wrong. But the shit was different. It wasn't like she had snuck me over while Jean was away. We didn't fuck in their bed. We weren't out here playing house while he was away. The shit just happened. Stupidly and foolishly. It just happened. 

"Man I'm out!" I said heading for the door. If Jean's ass wanted to be stupid and lay up in here with another bitch as if he wasn't engaged and his fiancé didn't have a key. And couldn't possibly return at any fucking moment then that was on him. But I damn sure didn't want to be here to witness the shit. I had already witnessed enough shit  and wasn't sure how much more shit I could hide from Zora in his, her or should I say their best interest. I was over the shit.

"It's not like that Wood!" He yelled behind me but I had heard enough. I was out. Man fuck this. Fuck all that. I was starting to feel like the truth needed to come out. Because the lies had grown too large. 

"Nigga I'm out!" I yelled over my shoulder quickly grabbing the door knob and snatching it open. 

"Woody!" Zora yelled as if I had scared her.

"Zora!" I yelled back because she had in fact scared me. 

"What are you doing here? ... " She quizzed readjusting the strap of her duffle bag over her shoulder. 

Causing me to quickly slam the door in her face and lock it. Oh Fuck!

A/N 

This is just a filler. 

I'm just trying to catch up on some of these stories ... which are long over due ... 

But baby ... Woody, Jean and Random girl  ... ya'll in danger  ... 

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