Page 31 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
I ran my hand down my face because Harvey and I had never gotten to this point. The way she was acting was pissing me off. I already had the shit with Monfua going on, checking my sister, and my mom pops up, the last thing I needed was to be beefing with my fucking girl. One minute felt too long to respond to her, so she went upstairs.“Fuck!”I shouted.
As I skipped steps behind her. “What the fuck do you want me to do?” I started. “You want me to abandon my family? You wantme to never talk to them again. Harvey, look, this shit is not easy. I’m fucking trying I’m—”
She threw her hand up. I was expecting some tears. I was expecting that softer side of Harvey to appear. Instead, her eyes bore into mine with anger, “I want you to do whatever the fuck you feel like you need to do. I’ve supported you through everything, even your fucked up decisions. All I asked was that you have my back and respect our space,” she paused as she pointed to herself. “Me, I would never bring someone here that I know doesn’t like you. The moment they even utter a word aboutmy nigga, I’m checking their ass at the door.”
I threw both hands in the air, “She’s my fucking sister!” I shouted loudly.
Harvey didn’t even jump. Her lips curled together as she nodded her head. “And that’s why I walked away. I would never make you choose, but at least I would have expected you to defend me. Don’t fucking follow me. Go do what you do best, fight niggas,” she said before she slammed the bedroom door in my fucking face.
“Fuck is that supposed to mean!” I barked. “Huh!”
I could hear her shouting through the door. “Monfua! I know you fought him. It’s funny how you shamed your sister, but both of you are just alike. Leave me the fuck alone,Foe!”
I was mad as fuck. I was doing my best to maintain my composure. Every time the thunder cracked, I got angrier. It was as if God knew what I was feeling, and for every jab he gave, there was the thunder reminding me that he was in charge.
I jogged downstairs to calm myself down. Every time I thought I was calm, the replay of Harvey slamming the door in my face played in my head. I snatched one of my pre-rolls from my drawer and lit it. I didn’t know whether I wanted to go shoot up some shit or run back upstairs and fuck her while she was mad.
Pace. Smoke. Pace. Smoke.
Family or girl? Girl or family?
Pace. Smoke. Pace. Smoke.
Why couldn’t I have both? Why couldn’t they get along?
Pace. Smoke. Pace. Smoke.
The vision of Harvey crying invaded my thoughts. I was losing it by the second. She and I had come way too far for this shit. We’ve dealt with the ridicule of our decision to be together, and there was no fucking way I was losing Harvey to some bullshit. I stuck the blunt between my lips as I went upstairs. I swung the door open, but she wasn’t in the room. “The fuck?”
That’s when I heard the music coming from the bathroom. I walked over, stood in the doorway, and watched Harvey’s naked body through the glass as she showered. I watched as she let the steamy water cascade over her body, how her head tilted back, absorbing all of the water’s love. I loved her like that, too. I felt like the love I have for Harvey cascaded around her, but it was obvious she thought otherwise.
I pulled on my blunt as my eyes became fixated on her. I began to question if I was truly making her happy. Did my actions cause this? The smoke and the steam kissed each other as she and I had so many times. Her head lifted to turn toward the foggy glass. I knew she couldn’t see me on the other side, but I saw her. “Myles?” she called out.
I wanted to answer her. Hell, I wanted to be in there with her. However, I was choosing to try, so I backed out of the bathroom, giving her the space she needed.
FLEX
It was in the middle of the night, and the storm sounded as if it was getting worse. After Scooter left, the thought of what he was out there getting into bothered me. I didn’t know if he was concocting a plan to get back at me for thinking I had taken his money or if he had gone to visit Keith during the storm.
What I did know was that I didn't want him bringing any shit to my door. I turned the TV off after allowing it to stare back at me for the last two hours. I got up from the couch, pushing it to the side, followed by my ottoman. I walked over to my bag and grabbed my pointe shoes. I sat on the floor putting them on. I slowly stood, pointing my toes outward, flexing them to get my feet ready. I grabbed my phone, scrolled through my playlist, and selected a song.
My head rolled in a circle as my music had become louder than the thunder that was screaming outside. When I closed my eyes as I did a few pliés, that’s when he appeared. The way he stood there was firm, secure, and sexy. The way he puffed on his blunt as he watched me pat my pussy in his face. Before I knew it, I was leaping, doing Tendu, and all. I slid over, gripping the pole and swung.
I’d begun to mix my ballet with dancing on the pole. The idea of Foe took over. I spun, leaped, swiveled my hips seductively, and popped my ass. The way my hand caressed the pole was how I would do Foe. My head swung side to side as I smiled. I knew by the way he came at me that he wouldn’t be an easy prey, but when I danced for his birthday, that was my time to show him everything he could have. Shit, if I had to accept the girlfriend, I would turn her ass out too.
The more my mind went on a field trip of its own, the harder I worked until my lustful dancing was interrupted by a knock at my door. I hurried and turned the music off before creeping to the door, “Who is it?”
“Flex, open the door, it’s Scooter.”
I rolled my eyes before opening the door. He came in manic. Scooter paced the floor, “I need to get me and my brother out of here. I went to visit him, and all he is talking about is Bishop. Bishop did this and Bishop did that. He’s my fucking brother!” he shouted. He pointed at me. “I need my money so I can get my brother and me out of here.”
I was panicking. “You can’t take him from the hospital. Maybe Bishop can help. I told you I don’t have your money!” I shouted.
Kareem turned to me. His eyes were red, but they weren’t of anger, more of sadness. “I talked to him, Flex. Now I don’t know whether you’re lying or he is, but somebody better get me my money.”
I couldn’t think because I knew that, at some point, Scooter was going to lose his shit. “Fuck! I will help you. I swear I don’t have your money, but I will help you. I have a big gig next weekend; give me some time and I will get you something. After that, Kareem, I want you out of my life. I don’t care where you go or what you do, but you need to leave me alone.”
I knew he was desperate and if giving him money to be done with me forever was my only option, then I would do it. Anythingwas better than death because I knew that’s what was brewing in his head. Although I was going to give him this money, I knew Kareem wouldn’t stop until his friend, who clearly played him, and the person who put his brother in the hospital were dead.
