Nicki Pov
i woke up out of my sleep to scratch an itch i had near my upper thigh.
Nonexistent to the fact that i could now move my hand, i attempted to continue my nap.
"Bae... do that again." said Kaliel.
"Do what?"
"Do what you just did again."
"What you talkin bout i didn't do noth-"
I looked at him like he was stupid before realizing what i'd just done.
I had moved.
For the first time in 2 whole months, i moved.
After all those bullshit tests & brain scans i moved.
I held my mouth open in awe as i watched myself flex my fingers of my right hand back & forth.
Even though i was only moving my right hand, it was progress.
The progress I'd been waiting on.
I damn near broke my voice box tryna call the nurse into my room.
She brought the same exact plastic spoon i'd been trying to lift since i woke up from my coma.
I proudly lifted the spoon up several times & smiled at her.
"See, look i can pick it up now!" i said.
She smiled back at me & said "I see someone will be getting out of here soon."
Best news i ever heard in my life.
Top Pov
I called K's phone for the third time.
It was Friday, she told me she'd hit me back Thursday to let me know if she was going to be able to go out with me this weekend or not.
Hearing her voicemail for the 3rd time today pissed me off.
I leaned my front seat back & got all the shit i needed to roll me a blunt out of my arm rest.
As soon as i started to roll up, she was calling back.
I picked up the phone not surprised by what she was saying to me.
"I'm sorry i was busy, that's why i didn't answer."
"That ain't nothing new."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. Wya?"
"I'm home."
"I can slide through right quick?"
I just wanted to see what she'd say.
"Maybe tomorrow, right now i'm busy."
She was starting to blow me, no cap. Every single time i took the time out to do something with her, even if it was as simple as sitting in my car & vibing to music, she was "busy." Ian never made myself this available for no female & im making myself hella available for her & she turning me down every last time.
"Man aight."
"I'm sorry, i just got a lot going on right no-"
i cut her sentence off before she could finish it, i wasn't tryna hear that bs.
"Wattup with this weekend?" i said.
"Pootie need me right now, so i can't. Maybe next weekend."
"Nah that's cool, ian trippin bout it no more."
"Tre'Vontay it ain't like that, she really need me right now she got a lot going on as well."
"I said i wasn't trippin' bout it. Fuck wit me whenever you not "busy.""
i hung up on her before she could say anything back & continued to roll my blunt.
I'm round here tryna show her off & shit & be a good nigga to her, & she treating me like im one of these thirsty ass niggas or something barely even texting me back on time.
I hit my blunt & inhaled the smoke & blew it back out into the air.
Starting to think she just ain't fuckin wit me, lemme fall back.
Bj Pov
I couldn't live without myself without London.
I'm not even exaggerating on that shit i literally was doing shit i would've never done when i was with her.
I haven't even been eating bro.
I haven't eaten in a whole week literally.
My days consisted of getting high or drunk, & fucking as many bitches as i could.
I ain't even been getting my hair cut.
i'm deadass bumming, ian shit without her.
The girl who was giving me head stopped noticing i wasn't feeling it nomore.
Thinking about how much i missed London lead me into not even being horny nomore, so my shit grew soft.
She looked at me embarrassed & asked what she did wrong.
"You ain't did nothing, just go home i'll hit you up later."
She got out the car & I took another sip of the hennessy i had already been drinking then pulled out my phone to call London private, again.
The sound the phone made let me know she had changed her number.
As the liquor entered my system I started to dwell more & more on the thought of her.
I can't do this nomore.
I can't live like this.
Miserable like that, with out her.
I atleast had to go see her.
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Pootie Pov
I woke up to loud crashes through the house.
Unaware of the fact that my parents were back home, i rushed down stairs with a liquor bottle for protection.
What i seen was unbelievable.
My dad & Brandon were.... fighting.
My dad was beating this nigga ass up & down the house on some Apollo Creed type shit.
Brandon was bleeding in so many different places & it was beginning to scare me.
If i didn't break it up, he probably could've died.
My mom was too in awe to break up the fight, so i attempted to.
"Dad stop, please! I don't want you to go to jail for killing somebody."
He looked at me for a moment before punching Brandon in the face one last time & stopping.
"What happened?" i asked.
"He was just sitting here, parked in the yard waiting out here for you i guess. We pulled in the yard & saw him & he explained to us what happened between you two which we could barely understand because he drunk as fuck. Next thing you know he running in the house uninvited & shit tryna look for you. I tried to stop him & the lil motherfucker gone try to punch me."
"Brandon, just leave." i said.
He stared at me before shedding a tear & leaving the house.
He could barely walk out of the door, maybe he needed help.
I completely erased the thought of helping him from my head.
Fuck him.
Heon give a shit about me so why should i worry about him?
Exactly.
