Do it Again

Part 7

-Essence-

Me: For the last time can we please get off the why and get on the what?

Andrea: You're four months pregnant, tryna buy a gun. Yoou tell me that dont sound weird to you

Me: I dont care what it sounds like, can you switch into R.O.D mode for two seconds?

Andrea: The hell is R.O.D?

Me: Ride or die?

Andrea: Damn, this dude got you talkin in codes and everything... it seems like everyday you change some more, he even got you wearing more make-up look at you

I pull down the mirror on the passenger side of my girl's car and look at my face. It took mounds of Mac to cover up my black eye and the cut on my cheek. I look like a clown...but it's less embarrassing than letting the world know I let my boyfriend beat my ass everyday. I wanna cry and tell Andrea everything. I wanna break down in her car right now but I know she'll only try to give me advice instead of just listening, and I can't risk running my make-up.

Me: A lotta people say R.O.D you juss out of it like usual Drea

Andrea: I guess, but can we please go look at those jeans before they sell them, A gun, for whatever reason you need it, will still be there in half an hour. Cute as those jeans were they won't be.

Me: Fine, finne okay.

Once we step in Rue 21 my girl loses her mind and I follow her around tuning her out, while i'm in my own thoughts. I just keep seeing the same image of Tyree punching me over and over and each time I begin to feel more numb. Next thing I know I see Andrea's face looking worried over me.. I look around and see that i'm laying on the floor in the store with the manager, employees, and a few worried customers crowded around.

Me: what happened?

Andrea: You just passed out. I mean out of nowhere, you scared the shit out of me

Manager: Do you need us to call the paramedics?

Everyone is circled around me, waiting for my answer. I look at everyone and shake my head.

Me: no...no im fine, I just didnt eat breakfast

I give a fake smile and the manager nods and gets up from her squated position with a look on her face that lets me know I wasted her time. How much time? The crowd disperses and i'm left alone with Andrea.

Me: How long was I out?

Andrea helps me up and I dust off my pants.

Andrea: maybe like fifteen minutes but are you sure you good?

Me: I'm fi-

I clear my throat

Me: I'm fi-

My voice cracks, and i break doown on my friend almost falling again, but she catches me. I start all out crying, once again causing a distraction. Andrea shushes me and takes me to the closest bathroom and puts her hands on my shoulders.

Andrea; Okay, what is goin on?

Me: i-and-he-and-hit-and-hurt

I start crying like a kid trying to get out of trouble. Andrea hands me a wet paper towel and i wipe my face with it befor I can acknowledge what i'm doing. I look at the paper towel and see all my makeup.

Andrea: Girl what the hell happened to your face?!!!!

I just look away.

Andrea: Tell me right now it was Tyree. I want you to say it was. Tell me!

Me: Drea I-

Andrea: Aw hell nah! Is this why you wanted a gun? Noo I have something for that ass. You wanna see ride or die? Here it is.

She pulls out her phone and touches my face then shakes her head

Me: Andrea I can handle this

Andrea: You cryin in the motherfuckin bathroom, beat up and pregnant.. No! Not today! Niggas wanna play with Drea? they must not know Drea. They wanna know Drea? They can come meet Drea and her squad, yepp

I watch her go crazy talking to herself while scrolling through her contacts and pacing and I almost want to laugh. She really just went from zero to a hundred real quick.

Me: Can we do this my way?

Andrea: Nope. I'm sorry but you too weak for this, I know some people

Me: You know some people?

Andrea: and thats all you need to know