Onika's POV.
"Weed won't fix all your problems, Onika" my cousin says sitting down next to me.
I ignored him inhaling the smoke watching nothing in particular.
"This is your 10th blunt for the hour" He says taking the blunt away from me.
I was about to knock him the fuck out but went against it and just vibe out.
He was just fucking up my high.
"Go home to your kids mane" he says.
I chuckle "You think I rather be here than with my kids? Nah, I rather be with my kids, but Bey decided that she would have them Monday to Friday and I'll have them Friday to Sunday"
"You regret it right?" Wayne asks sitting down next to me.
"Regret what?"
"Cheating on her. You look miserable. You don't look like yourself, cuz"
"That's because I am miserable! I'm tired of chasing her ass. I really was trying to do right by her this time around but I'm done man. All I need is my kids and I'll be okay" I shrug
"You can't blame her, Nic. You should've did right by her the first time around"
I roll my eyes not wanting to hear this shit for the hundredth time.
"Aight. I hear you, Wayne. I'm about to head out tho. Stay safe, cuz" I daps him up before leaving the studio.
I pull out my phone dialing the number that I know would help me numb this pain.
"You got some buzz on you?" I ask through the phone.
"You know I always do, B. Fuck is you asking me?"
I roll my eyes hearing Meek's fake New York accent.
"Shut the fuck up. Where you at?" I ask
"I'll send you the addy Nic"
I smile hearing those words. I was about to get fucked up tonight.
.........
"Damn, moe. This club packing tonight" I shout over the music.
"It's lit!" Meek scream, slapping the stripper that was giving him a lap dance on her ass.
I felt someone tapping me on my shoulder, I look up seeing a red bone, big booty, small waist and hair that touched her ass, shorty was fine no doubt about it.
"Do you want a dance?" She asks with lust in her eyes.
I shook my head declining the offer "Nah. I'm good" I say.
What the fuck? I don't ever turn down bad bitches, but it just didn't felt right.
I can see the rejection on her face "Oh, well, okay" she said in a low tone then turn to walk away.
"Fuck is up with you? You just turned down that fine ass bitch, for what?" Meek ask the question that I was asking myself.
I shrug not knowing the answer myself.
"You need to loosen up. Damn, I thought you came here to have a good time?"
"I smoked 3 blunts but I still don't feel loose" I say.
"Here" He says handing me what seems to be a tablet.
"What's that?" I ask with an raise eyebrow.
"Xanax. Take it, you'll feel like you're flying. Weed ain't enough anymore" He says.
I scrunch my face up "Nigga, I don't pop no fucking pills" I never took a pill in my life, I see what it be doing to these niggas.
"You wanna feel numb right? This won't even let you remember that you have problems" He was persuading me at this point.
