Page 36 of He Don't Play About Me
That calmed me a lil’ bit. Gio knew what to say at the right time to give me some peace.
We talked until the guard’s lunch break was over, and that smile slowly slid off my face, but before he hung up, he said, “Soon as I get home, we’re knocking the last thing off your list.”
And just like that, my smile was back.
Chapter 9
Motion
It had been days since the police wrecked our shit, and I had yet to be inside to pack anything up. I tried to prepare myself for what I was about to walk into. As I walked up the steps with a handful of boxes, I unlocked the door, but I don’t think anything could have honestly prepared me for the shitstorm. It actually looked worse than the last time I was there.
Nothing was where it belonged.
Drawers hung open like they had been left mid-sentence. Clothes were piled across the living room floor, through the hallway, and into our bedroom. The couch cushions were sliced open, white stuffing spilling out. In the kitchen, the cabinet door was left wide open, dishes stacked crooked like they had been thrown back instead of put away.
My eyes moved across the room, taking everything in again. Picture frames cracked, TV damn near hanging off the wall.
I let out a long breath.
“Damn,” I muttered under my breath, looking at all our memories thrown and broken.
This lil’ ass apartment was behind us, but that didn’t mean the shit didn’t hurt. After putting my hair up and turning on some music, I got to work.
I grabbed the first empty box and started with the living room floor. Clothes, shoes, random papers, the police must’ve flipped through looking for only God knows what. Every time I bent down, I found something that belonged in another room.
I got all the clothes from the living room to the bedroom without moving that big ass mattress, made piles of shit that were going to the trash, along with the couch that they sliced open like they were gonna find kilos hiding in it.
Once I had most of those things picked up, I moved to the kitchen, pulling out all my dishes and wrapping them up, when I heard a knock at the door.
I paused for a second, but the knocking kept going, faster, not banging tho. I put the plates I had in my hands down and walked over to the door and sucked my teeth. The door they replaced my shit with didn’t have a peephole. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
It was a woman standing there.
“Can I help you?” I asked, confused. I had never seen her before.
“Umm, yeah…I was just looking for… ummm…”
She paused.
I looked her up and down.
“Girl, I don’t have time for this shit. What the hell do you want?”
I looked over to the entrance, and Bully was pulling in.
The girl stared at me for a second.
“I’m sorry, I must have the wrong door.”
And she quickly walked off.
I shook my head and walked over to the banister, waiting for Bully to hop out.
“Who was that?” he asked as soon as he opened his car door.
I laughed. “I have no clue.”
Bully walked up the steps, and I pushed the door open for him to see inside.
