Page 7 of His Obsession Her Cure
“Have faith. People can surprise you.” I mumbled under my breath.
“Yeah right.” She huffed.
“What you need?" the girl said, looking me over.
“Um, could I use your phone to call a ride please?” I asked her as sweetly as I could.
She sighed dramatically like I just asked her for one of her kidneys. “Does this look like the Apple store to you? What I look like letting you use my phone? It’s a corner store down the block. You can buy a burner there.” She snapped and went back to her phone.
“I told you. I told you. That hoe was gon’ play in our face. You always trying to be so nice and normal, tryin’ to fit in and shit. Bitches like this don’t know how to respond to kindness. All they understand is violence. But by all means try again boo boo.” She laughed.
I took a long sigh trying to get my emotions under control, deciding to use a different approach. “I’m sure I could get a phone at the corner store but unfortunately, I don’t have money for that right now. It doesn’t even have to be your phone. I could use your office phone if you have one.” I said sweetly with a smile. My mother always said to remain calm in instances when my instincts were telling me to lash out.
The girl behind the desk looked at me like I was shit on the bottom of her shoes before rolling her eyes. “Look, I got shit to do and it ain’t to run a phone service for every homeless broad that walks in here. So again no, company policy. No helping the homeless and as a matter of fact if you ain’t got no money ya broke ass need to go this ain’t no rest stop.”
“See this is why I don’t ask people for shit. Muthafucka want to act like they better than everybody. Now if I make you jump behind that desk and beat the breaks off her bird brain ass, I’d be wrong, right.” Nyx grumbled in my head.
My hand twitched against my thigh. I could almost feel my hand reaching across the desk and grabbing the wrist of the hand she was using to hold her phone, bending it back until it broke, making that clean snapping sound Nyx loved. “You catch more flies with honey than vinegar,” I whispered to no one, having heard the saying before.
“Yeah, well I’m not tryin’ to catch no damn flies and I burn hives, I don't feed them. Plus, she would look so much better with a few broken bones. All you have to do is reach over annnd…Snap!”
“No, I’ll ask someone else.” I said to Nyx, giving the girl an unsuccessful attempt at a smile. She grimaced and went back to her phone.
I turned on my heels and headed the other way towards the waiting area near the door I came in by the buses. There was an elderly man with kind eyes standing at the lockers near the seating area with an old flip phone in his hand. I walked up to him and smiled just enough to look innocent and harmless.
“Hello sir, sorry to bother you, but my phone went dead, and I really need to call my ride. Could I use your phone for just a second?”
“Here you go darlin’.” He said with no hesitation.
It was so easy to manipulate people, that was why my parents taught me that it was wrong. But right now, I’m sure they would rather I manipulate this gentleman with kindness than to beat the attendant to death with her own phone and hide her body in a closet.
“It would make me feel better.”Nyx cackled.
“Hush,” I said dialing the number I had burned into memory from years of study sessions and secret conversations. When my only friend answered, her voice was kind and warm, I smiled but for real this time.
“Hello.” Char said.
“Char, it’s me. I’m here.”
“Pepper? Girl, what? Where are you?” She said damn near yelling in my ear.
“Why is she always so fucking loud?”Nyx groaned.
I rolled my eyes and then said. “I finally got away. I’m at the bus station here in Brookview.” I told her. “Can you come pick me up before I do something unpleasant to the rude attendant here?”
“Of course, Pep. I’m on the way. Tell Nyx to behave until I get there,” she said before hanging up.
Charlotte or Char as she liked to be called was the only person in my life that knew everything about me including my inner voice Nyx. From the moment we met she just got me and never judged me for my quirks. After hearing me talk to myself a time or two she asked about it, and I was truthful and amazingly she didn’t treat me any differently or stop talking to me all together.
“Here you are,” I said, giving the phone back to the nice man. “And thank you for being so kind.”
“No problem, Suga. Take care.” He said, walking away.
I went over to the seats and sat down, ignoring the sharp gaze of the attendant behind her desk as I waited for my only friend. Char and I met in a future med student group online the year before I got with Taye. She was super sweet, funny, loved to read, watch scary movies and had big dreams as a surgeon. Charlotte was someone that I cliqued with immediately. We both bonded over our goals and aspirations but more so over the fact that both our parents weren’t here to see us make it in life.
Charlotte was also outgoing, outspoken and such a go-getter. We were opposites but we balanced each other out. Char could light up any room with her sweet southern charm and beautiful smile. She stood at five feet five inches and was a petite size eighteen. She had dark brown skin with the prettiest dimples I had ever seen, and a cute nose and juicy lips that she loved to cover in nude lip gloss. Like me she also had ass for days but unlike me she had small A cup breasts. She was the BBW Barbie that every man dreamed of having on their arm.
Char lived at home with her grandmother Ms. Mamie. Over the years I had come to think of her like my own grandmother too, and I believed the feeling was mutual. Char and Ms. Mamie had worked hard at convincing me that I needed to escape Taye and move here with them to attend med-school at Brookview University. Ms. Mamie had offered to help me get establishedwith the promise that I could live with them for however long I needed.
