Page 6 of Cove City: Volume II
A part of me softened. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
“I fucking miss you. I wish you had let me explain. Tuesday, you know I’m not good with words, but I need you. I need you here with me. I need to know you’re ok,” he paused.
Suddenly, my phone began to beep. When I glanced down, he was trying to FaceTime me. “Answer the phone. You don’t have to say shit, just answer, please,” he begged.
My finger circled the accept button until I hit it. When Pierre’s face came up on the screen, the tears welled in my eyes. The seriousness in his face, his eyes that begged for forgiveness, pulled at me. He didn’t say a word as we stared at each other. If I say I didn’t miss him, I would be lying, but I needed to know that his cousin had been handled.
His mouth slowly moved,I. Love. You.I hit end as a tear slipped and fell onto the phone. It was him trying to wheel me back in. Pierre was like a cherry gently placed on top of your favorite dessert, and although it may not have paired well, you knew it belonged there. I knew Pierre and I belonged together; we were oddly perfect, but his cousin, the person who violated me, I couldn’t compete with. It made me wonder ifSasha had been through a similar experience. I could not force myself to compromise in this situation. I wasn’t willing to meet him halfway. I wasn’t willing to hear how his cousin needed forgiveness. I wasn’t willing to hear that he needed another night with Sasha to move on. Call me stubborn, but I refused to bend for those reasons.
My door opened to my mother wheeling herself in. I hurried and caught my tears before any more slipped and she noticed. I didn’t want to go down the memory lane of that night. I simply didn’t.
“Tuesday, I was wondering if you could drop me off at Bingo. Tonight, they have a discount on—”
It was too late as a tear slid down my cheek. When she realized I was crying, her demeanor changed. “What’s wrong? What did that place do to you?”
I had been trying to figure that out since I've been back here. The Cove wasn’t for the weak, and even though I wasn’t a weak person, it made me feel like I was. She had come closer to me, reaching out and stroking my face. “I know that look. It’s a look of someone who fell for a man. Now either he’s low down or something happened, and you guys can’t find the right words.”
I glanced up at her because I knew she wanted to know, but putting the weight of my problems on her in her condition, I couldn’t. I let out a light chuckle. I took a deep breath and stood. “It was a man I let come into my life and shift things, but I’m back. How about we go to bingo night together?” I told her.
I could tell my answer wasn’t good enough, but she wouldn’t push it. These weren’t her problems to handle. They were mine, and I was going to wear them until I found a sense of peace. As for Pierre, until his cousin met his demise or was somehow stopped from doing what he seemed so comfortable with doing. I wasn’t going back to the wicked wizard of the Cove, not even for love.
QUINTON
“Gone fight me over a bitch. Fuck you! Fuck you!” I shouted as I walked through the streets.
Sleep hasn’t found me since running away from Pierre’s. After twenty-four hours of walking the streets, I could no longer keep my eyes open. My bike was left at Pierre’s, so I had to travel on foot, and the public bus had become my source of transportation. The places to lay my head were minimal, and going to Mali’s wasn’t an option. I had caught the bus a few miles away, trying to find some refuge somewhere, when I spotted Freak Gods. I knew it was the last place I needed to be, but because it was midday, the cover charge was only ten dollars, and finding a nice cozy spot in the back was the plan.
I need at least a good hour of sleep and right now, a little trap music and ass shaking would have to do. When I hopped off the bus, I removed the hood from my head as I moseyed my way up toward the door, but was stopped by the security guard. “ID,” he grumbled.
“Ah, man, I know the owner Foe,” I lied.
I knew Foe from seeing him once or twice, but I never interacted with him. I knew these lame niggas didn’t know that. He raised one brow before he grimaced at me. “He ain’t here so again, nigga, ID.”
I stuck my hand in my pocket, pulled out my wallet, and handed him my ID. Once he searched me, I was finally inside. The orange lights swept throughout the club. The place was beyond my expectations, with mirrored walls and a stagefeaturing gold poles. Foe made sure to give an all-out experience throughout the club. It was definitely a lavish spot. There were a few heads inside, but nothing overwhelming. I noticed a spot in the corner, and I hurried toward it when a waitress stopped me. “Four drinks minimum.”
I shot her a confused stare until she pointed at the wall.“Goddamn!”I shouted, then looked at her.
I knew I probably only had enough for two low-shelf drinks. “Let me get the cheapest vodka you’ve got.”
She stared at me for a few seconds before going back toward the bar. I found a spot in the far back that held two chairs. I sat down, flipped my hood back on my head, and placed my head on top of my arms. It wasn’t as comfortable as I liked, but it worked well. The DJ came in on the mic loud as fuck.
“Ok, fellas, coming to the stage is one of our newbies. They say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. She might be cool with me, but she’s Flex to you.”
I laughed between my arms. “Corny nigga,” I mumbled.
When the music started, I was surprised because it was slow and sensual. I was used to the over-based out trap songs. My head slowly raised to see that her back was turned. She was slim but thick at the same time. Her skin was a little darker than chestnut, but between the lights and oil she had on, baby’s skin was glowing. Both her arms were covered in tattoos, and she had long braids. She slowly turned and swayed toward the edge of the stage. The orange lights focused on her and the shit was hypnotizing.
Sway roll, sway roll. Sway roll, sway roll.
She gripped the pole, moving her body like a snake.
Sway roll, sway roll. Sway roll, sway roll.
She had thick, juicy lips with black lipstick. Shorty was bad as fuck. For a minute, I thought she and I made eye contact. I ran my hand over my head and licked my lips. She began to dothe come here motion when the waitress intervened, standing in front of me, placing the drinks on the table. “Are you running a tab?”
I tried moving her out of the way until she swatted my hand, “Don’t touch me. Tab or not?”
“I’m trying to see the stage.”
