Page 42 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
“He what? Look at you. It’s your son’s fucking birthday, and here you go doing what you always do, messing shit up.”
The look in her defeated eyes showed she knew she had messed up. She knew whatever little peace she and my brother had was going to be ruined. I needed to get her out of here before her drunk ass started up some more mess. I searched around for Monfua, but with everything going on, I couldn’t spot him.
The last thing I heard him say was that Kirk was here, but I hadn’t seen him, and if he was in fact here, I wasn’t surprised. It was the reason I tried to handle it because I knew Kirk. If I had to guess, his money was dry, and he needed me. He needed someone he believed would do whatever he said because he was older and figured I was still stuck in his fake web of love.
There was a tap on my shoulder, before I heard Flex’s voice in my ear. “Hey, I’m out. I will call you later. I’m being paid for another job.”
All I could do was nod. I watched as she went to exit the club, but Scooter had her by her arm, dragging her outside. I spottedZu's baby brother holding his girlfriend's hand, pulling her out of the chaotic crowd. Hell, all of them were pulling their girls out of the club, but somehow my man was lost amongst it all and had forgotten about me.
The sound of my mother’s yelling pulled my attention back to her. “Where is my son!” she slurred. “Myles!” she shouted.
I dropped my head. “Fuck. Come on, let me get you out of here,” I mumbled.
I walked past a crowd that shoved each other back and forth. I didn’t know what was going on, but I had bigger issues. When we were out of the club, I saw Harvey’s car speed off, followed by Flex’s car as she damn near ran over Scooter. He glanced at me, but my eyes pulled away so fast I didn’t even want him to know I was looking. I took my mom’s rental car keys, put her in, rushed around to get in the driver's side, but was stopped by two men. “You’re Foe’s sister, right?” they asked.
I slowly nodded. “Yes.”
One of them was obviously drunk as hell, and the other one looked at me sadly. He closed his eyes before he started talking, “I-I-I na-need your- help!” he finally got out.
“I-I,” I paused.
“Pu-puh-lease. I-I need to he-help Mon-mon-Monfua!”
My eyes widened and I jumped out of the car. “Where is he?”
He pointed back into the club. I glanced back at my mother, who was out of it. I didn’t want to leave her, but my husband was inside there. “Put him in the back. You stay here, I will go get Fua,” I said.
My heel slammed against the concrete as I tried going back inside, but Beast swooped me up. “Nah, little momma. It’s crazy in there.”
My legs and arms swung, “Let me in there!” I yelled.
Bloaw! Bloaw! Bloaw!
My eyes grew wide. “Fua!”I screamed.
Beast carried me back toward the car. I was losing my mind. Everyone came out, except for Fua. I didn’t want to leave until my man came out of this building. I was finally in a space where I felt like I had someone who cared for me. Someone I could experience love with. Someone with whom we were finally on the same page, and we were to set the example for those much like us who started wrong, but somehow things worked in our favor. Now I didn’t know if he was coming out of this fucking club.
I sat in the driver’s seat crying. I saw keys dangling in my face, “He sa-sa-said ga-ga-go home.”
I broke down. I didn’t want to go home. I wanted to leave with Fua. I wanted to get things right with my brother and me. I wanted to make amends with Harvey. I wanted to start the fuck over, but instead I fucked around and found out that the world wasn’t playing fair. I started the car in tears. I drove off in hopes that by the time I got to Fua’s house, he would be there because the last thing I wanted to do was tell Shaneice something had happened to her son.
Myles punched the dashboard. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouted.
He was so angry, and I didn’t blame him, but I needed him to calm down. I wanted to tell him that his sister tried talking to me, but that wasn’t going to happen tonight. I didn’t understand why she was willing to speak to me now after she basically dogged me. I’d rather have an enemy than a fake ass friend any day.
I placed my hand on his leg after I pulled into the driveway. “I need you to calm down. I’m sorry your mother did that, I am, but don’t let her ruin the last few hours of your birthday.”
His chest heaved in and out as he tried to calm down. “No, you don’t understand,” he started as he slammed the back of his hand into his palm. “Time after time, she fucks shit up. Another moment I had with my dad, and here she tries to run him off, then of all days, my muhfuckin’ birthday. Shit, you wished you had a family, and now I wish I never had one,” he stated before he got out of the car.
I couldn’t say I understood because I didn’t, but I knew he didn’t mean what he said about his family. I knew Myles loved them, but they just weren’t what he wanted them to be.
I got out and followed behind into the house. “Myles!” I shouted.
He spun my way with a grimacing face. “If you feel that way, you can love her from a distance. I know she popped up, but you need to tell her and let it be. Love her from a distance.”
He nodded. “Thank you for the party. I did enjoy myself.”
I knew there was so much he and I needed to talk about but tonight was about him. I had a few drinks in me and wanted to cap off the night by making it special. I walked over, grabbed his hand, and led him into the living room. On the table were three blunts, a bottle of his favorite liquor, and orange rose petals everywhere. I saw his eyes light up. “Damn, you did this for me?”
