Woody
"Go!" I forced through clenched teeth at Jean who was standing there looking like a fucking idiot. He took off toward the back door for some strange reason causing me to stomp my foot in frustration. Did this nigga forget he had a whole bitch upstairs. How the hell do you forget something like that? Not half a bitch. Not one thirds a bitch. This nigga had a whole bitch upstairs.
She looked at me in confusion as Jean scurried out the back door. "Woody!" Zora yelled through the door that I now had my body firmly pressed against. "If you don't open this got damn door imma light this muthafucka up!" She yelled before kicking at the door with her foot in frustration. A part of me wanted to take that last statement with a grain of salt. But a bigger part of me was still trying to figure out who this new Zora was. And if her threats really carried any weight. Tonight however wasn't how I wanted to find out.
I placed my hand in the air causing the girl to stop dead in her tracks. She was attempting to run down the stairs but there was no time for that. Seeing as how Zora's clearly tipsy ass was using her drunken strengthen to now push it open. The girl's eyes bulged and I gestured for her ass to go hide upstairs. It wasn't the smartest idea but granted the urgency of the situation it was all I could think of. I'd have to figure the rest out as we go. Like why the fuck I was even here to begin with.
I watched as the girl hauled ass back up the stairs. I released the door and Zora burst through it so hard she stumbled. Her duffle bag flying over her shoulder in the process. "Woody what the hell are you doing here!?" She yelled making her way over to me after slamming the door closed. "Where is Jean!?" She asked stomping past me and over to their couch.
"I should be asking you the same thing." I seethed quickly utilizing one of my many acting techniques.
"What in the hell is that supposed to mean?" She asked holding the heel she had just removed loosely in her hand with her head cocked to the side. "I live here. Or did you forget?" She said with an eyeroll.
"You live here?" I asked walking over to her. Only stopping within a few inches of where she sat. "That's funny because you haven't been here in over a week." She looked at me as if I had over stepped my boundaries but that's where she had me fucked up. I had been very much concerned with her whereabouts. Especially since the last time I had seen her she was lying in bed right beside me.
"You have some nerve. You know that." She said slipping out of her other heel and leaning back into the couch. "Where's Jean?" She quizzed again.
"To hell if I know. He called me in a drunken stupor rambling about you leaving him and how he couldn't take it. He didn't sound like he was doing so good so I headed this way. But he wasn't here when I got here." I lied so easily that I damn near scarred myself.
"Wh-what? Is he okay?' She asked becoming easily concerned. I can't lie and say it didn't bother me because it did. Even more so because I was lying through my two front teeth. The truth was that nigga had called me once. And one time only. I couldn't take it. It was me who couldn't take it. Which was why I had taken it upon myself to further investigate the situation. And now here I was yet again being dragged further into this foolishness more than I had ever wanted to be. Yet again. For the same reasons as before. Zora's best interest.
"I hope so?" I said tapping at the half drunken bottle of hennesy that was still sitting on the table from a moment ago.
"Oh my god. I need to call him." She said pulling her phone from her pocket as I took a seat next to her. I allowed myself to lean further into the chair as she placed her elbows to her knees after pressing the call icon and placing her phone to her ear. What in the fuck am I going to do about the bitch upstairs? I wondered allowing my gaze to fall over the back door from which Jean had disappeared. Hoping he'd reemerge and we could some how figure out the rest of this shit together. Because right now it was all on me.
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If You Let Him Take Me From You || Woody McClain ||
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