Page 14 of Dionysus
“My bad, Bop. You should’ve knocked,” Keith told him.
“Nigga knock? This is my muhfuckin house. I don’t know where y’all getting off treating me like I’m some regular nigga.”
My phone vibrated as they went back and forth. I hurried, pulling my pants up and crawling toward my phone. I saw Chevy calling, “Hello?” I tried whispering.
“I called to check on you. Z said you were upset.”
I glanced at Keith and Bishop, who went back and forth while trying to focus on Chevy. “Umm, let me call you back, Chevy,” I told him.
“Chevy?”Bishop yelled.
“Who the fuck is that?” Chevy snapped.
It was him acting like my father that bothered me. I was becoming confused because I was nineteen and didn’t owe anyone an explanation.
“I said who the fuck is that!” I heard him yell.
“I’m at Bishop’s.”
The phone fell silent, then Chevy’s voice came in like a maniac. “Get yo ass from over there. Fuck that nigga. I don’t know why or how you got over there but that nigga is a no go. Samara, a nigga is trying to keep his cool and I know your little naive ass don’t know much but leave now!”
“Chevy, please!” I snapped back.
I could hear his anger through the phone. I glanced at Bishop, who pointed at Keith. “I don’t know what you two started, but this shit is dead. Little momma, you’ve got to go.”
“If that nigga put his hands on you, he a dead nigga I swear.Leave!” he said again before hanging up.
I tossed my phone in my purse as I came around the bed to leave. Keith grabbed my arm. “Where are you going?”
My eyes raised to him. “We shouldn’t have. All this is too much. Bye, Keith.”
I left his room, regretting that I even stepped foot in there in the first place. Everything Keith had told me about Bishop and Chevy was beginning to make sense. I didn’t want to be in the middle. I hopped in my car and drove off. I rode through the Cove to explore when I noticed an art gallery.Classes?Paint Your Heart Blue.Noted.
I had hoped to head back to Lake Hill on the highway when I saw someone who made my body freeze. I almost thought hewas homeless at first, but when he and I made eye contact, the chill that went down my spine, I knew I needed to tell somebody; otherwise, I wouldn’t be safe.
ZEUS
Back and forth. Back and forth.
Foe rigged some shit up making it so the goofy nigga that decided to break in Dio’s spot would hang from the ceiling. Honestly, I wanted to blow a hole in his chest and call it a night. However, my spirit animal told me it was no coincidence that he picked Dio’s crib to break into. I had been praying for the pieces to fall together, and this had to be a sign.
There was nothing anyone could say to me that would change any of my actions during this time in New York. For everyday Dio laid up in that hospital, with his body being there in the physical and his spirit stuck in some fucked up place between heaven and hell, somebody had to die.
My head raised to his body, still slowly rocking back and forth. “What’s yo fucking name?” I gritted.
The blood seeped from his lips as he tried to open his swollen mouth. One minute became too long. I snatched the knife fromthe island, dug it only a few inches into the side of his abs, carving off a thick layer of skin.
His stomach sucked in deep and came out quickly. “Ah fuck man. Shit!”
“I’m not in the fucking mood. My little nigga laid up in the hospital on the verge of death. Some fuck nigga shot him and until I figure out who did it your tears mean nothing to me. I will skin yo bitch ass to the bone. What’s yo muhfuckin name,nigga!”
“Boo-Horace,” he coughed up.
Foe blew the smoke from his mouth into the nigga’s face. “Ayo Zu, this nigga lying. Peel them muhfuckin eye lids off.”
I dug the knife into his cheek, carving out another layer of skin. Foe tapped my shoulder. “Nigga if you chopping the nigga mouth up how is he supposed to tell yo ass anything?”
My mind was all over the place and Foe’s ranting wasn’t making my situation any better. The front door opened to Chevy, who immediately asked questions. “Who the fuck is this lurch, brick body nigga?”
