Page 12 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
I rolled over and stretched with my eyes still closed. My stomach clenched, and I felt dizzy as hell. I under-estimated those fucking house drinks. When my eyes opened, I was in a bed, a nice California King one at that. I couldn’t remember anything after leaving Foe’s. I shot up, eyeing the oversized shirt I wore, then began staring around the room. My clothes were neatly folded in a chair in the corner, with my purse sitting on top.What the hell? I eased out of bed as the sound of muffled music crept through the door.
When I opened it, the smell of passion fruit and fresh linen filled my nose. It gave tropics. The air was cool, and the light streaming in from outside the window illuminated the house. As I reached the front room, the soft music became louder. The house’s natural light and island vibe felt soothing. I spotted Monfua asleep on the couch.
The idea of what my drunk thoughts had said aloud played in my head.How in the hell did I end up at his house? Did I call him? Or maybe sent a drunk text? Shit!I ran back down the hall to the room and grabbed my phone out of my purse. I scrolled through, but I hadn’t seen any text or calls to him.Did he delete them?I did notice my brother had been calling nonstop,fine time to be worried now.I thought.
I removed the large t-shirt from my body and began putting my clothes on. “Good morning, Sukalati,” I heard his voice.
I quickly jumped, trying to cover my body. Although Monfua and I did what we did, we still hadn’t slept together. He smiled, then turned around. “I won’t peek, but none of that shit mattered last night.”
As I glided my pants on, I said, “What does that mean? What did you do to me?”
He turned around quickly. His demeanor changed. “What did I do to you? Girl, you’re tripping.”
I slid my shirt on. “I mean, I woke up in your shirt so—”
“So what? I had to do something to you to make sure you were clean before I put you in my bed. You threw up in my fucking truck. I cleaned you up.”
“I didn’t ask for your help. I didn’t call you, so how did you find me?”
He laughed. “You’re not hard to find. Look, I was trying to help,” he said as he walked back out of the room.
I was right behind him. “I didn’t need your help. Take me to a hotel.”
He scratched the bridge of his nose, “What do you mean by hotel? I thought you were staying with your brother?”
Shit!I knew I had fucked up. “We got into it and I don’t want to go back there right now,” I lied.
He barely glanced over his shoulder as he continued down the hall, “Find your own way.”
“Monfua!”I shouted.
That’s when he stopped and spun my way.“What!You're on some bullshit. I can smell it. I don’t have time for the games you're trying to play!”he shouted back at me.
Games?He must have forgotten that this entire thing, which he and I did, was a game. “Monfua, please, you’re not fooling anybody. This,” I pointed between me and him. “Was not supposed to happen.”
He chuckled. “No, your plan didn’t work. I heard what you said. You said you needed a place to stay.”
My body stilled. I didn’t know he heard me. He turned his back on me. I grabbed his arm to turn him my way, “Nigga if you don’t take me where I got to go!”
“Nah, mama, I only do that type of shit for my wife.” He winked.
I felt insulted. I felt dumb. Maybe I thought because he liked me, he would bend, but bending was the last thing he was doing. I got angry and fast. I went to say something, and he threw his hands up in the air.“Kofa!”he shouted this time.
I didn’t know what the hell he said, but I didn’t like it. I began swinging my finger in his face. “Nigga I don’t know what the fuck that—”
The sound of banging on the door startled us both. “Nigga open this muhfuckin’ door! What are you doing to my fucking sister!” Foe shouted.
Monfua swung my way, “You called your brother on me?”
I didn’t call Foe, but his showing up was perfect timing. Before Monfua could answer the door, Foe kicked it in. “Fuck going on in this muhfucka!” he shouted with his gun aimed.
Monfua didn’t even hesitate as he rushed over to Foe. He drew his fist back and swung. “Nigga this is my fucking house.”
Panic set in as the two started to fight.“Fuck! Stop!”I shouted.
Shit was happening too fast. Monfua rushed Foe, lifting him and slamming him against the wall. Foe began to send jabs to the side of his ribs. “Fuck you, pretty boy ass nigga,” Foe gritted.
“A pretty boy who’s finna beat yo ass!” Monfua growled back.
