Page 145 of He Don't Play About Me
Bully stood up and walked to the back door.
“Might as well ride so we know where the fuck he’s locked at,” he said as he hopped in.
I got in, started the car while Kronic was still sitting on the hood. He looked back at me, like he was waiting for me to change my mind, but that wasn’t happening.
Finally, he got up and got his ass in the car, and I pulled off.
The drive was quiet; them niggas didn’t ask me shit, and I didn’t offer to tell them anything. We pulled back up to the hospital.
“This nigga here,” Bully said as I parked. “I’ma stand outside the car. I don’t know what the fuck I’m about to get caught up in.”
Kronic stayed in the car with me and didn’t say shit, while I scrolled on my phone and found Islah’s friend’s page. Twenty… thirty… forty-five minutes passed. Kronic and Bully were getting tired of sitting, but I didn’t give a fuck. We sat out there all day until it was dark, then I saw a girl walk out. I looked at my phone and back at her, and it was one of her friends, Kenya.
She walked out on her phone, talking, laughing, not paying attention.
I hopped out of my car and walked behind her slowly.
“Aye, miss,” I said, but she didn’t respond, kept talking on the phone. “Miss,” I shouted.
She turned around, and when she saw me, you would have thought she saw a ghost.
“Oh hell no!” she shouted, hung up her phone, and tried to walk fast.
I sped up a lil’ bit while hearing Bully and Kronic behind me telling me to leave her alone.
“KENYA!” I yelled.
That made her stop.
She turned around, and the look on her face shifted… like it finally hit her I wasn’t some random ass nigga.
“Oh hell no,” she said under her breath, already backing up lil’ by lil’.
I closed the space between us.
“I just want to talk,” I said.
“I don’t got shit to say to you, you don’t even know me?—”
“But you know my girl,” I fired back before she could finish her sentence.
Kenya sucked her teeth with a smile. “You know what?” she said, stepping closer to me. “Everything Islah said about you, she was right. You are a clown, and this is pathetic. She don’t want you. Leave my girl alone.”
I watched her for a second, reading her face; she wasn’t the slightest bit scared of me.
That pissed me the fuck off.
“Where the fuck is Islah?” I bluntly asked her.
She looked me up and down, sucked her teeth again, and turned to walk off.
I snatched her ass up quick.
“Ayo, get the fuck off her!” Kronic yelled.
Kenya didn’t make a sound; she just smiled at me.
“Yanking up a bitch make you feel good?” she asked me.
