Page 98 of The Ninth

And then Tati. On granny, I’m so tired of hearing about this lame ass nigga Poncho. She been stopped fucking with him, but it’s like shit just kept happening and happening to make the breakup worse. That nigga slimy as hell and I know she’s thinking back on every interaction. None of this is some shit I can let slide. For Devyn, Tati, and any other woman. I have to tell K3 during the visitation. I should be calling Man-Man now.

Before I knew it, I was at valet. Tati got in the driver’s seat, saying she wants to go straight home to Kelisha. I was slightly worried Poncho would pop up, but that’s his ass if he do, on me! Security gladly helped me half drag Devyn through the apartment and into the elevator. As soon as I got the apartment door open, she took off running.

“Uh...thanks,” I mumbled. He chuckled, shaking his head and leaving.

After locking up, I slowly made my way into the bathroom. Almost her entire body was inside of the toilet. And she got these expensive ass bundles in?! Shorty tweaking.

I sighed, holding her hair back. For the longest we sat together as I rubbed her back and she cried into the toilet. Inside was a pinkish like substance. Definitely a pill somebody slipped my fucking cousin. I grabbed a ponytail holder, tying her shit up.

“I’ll be back...”

Not to sound evil...but I hate that this happened. I hate that it happened to Devyn but I hate that it happened for me. Because I wasn’t ready to be back in this girl’s face, you feel me? I don’t care how much time has passed; she hurt my fucking feelings! Now I gotta charge that to the game because she needs me? I thought I was a needy ass bitch. Devyn needs constant support.

I came back from the fridge, handing her two bottles of water. It seemed like she was done throwing up, so I closed the lid, sitting on it. My head did shake with sadness seeing her get up off the floor. As she slid her dress off, I scanned her body for any marks, bruises, or blood. Her hip had one little mark on it. Suddenly, I was the one who felt sick.

Devyn showered, did skincare, brushed her teeth, wrapped her hair, and lotioned her body. She used to be so weird about being naked in front of me. Now she just let me sit with her.

The apartment was silent as I made her a bowl of beef vegetable soup. Just something for her head and stomach in hopes it made her feel a bit better. When I came into the room, she was dressed and in bed. No words were said by either of us as I gave her the food. If we were coo, I’d tell that hoe to not spill that shit in my bed! Reluctantly, I sat at the bottom of her bed as she ate. She scarfed that shit down.

I was in my head when suddenly I heard an outgoing FaceTime call. Whoever the nigga was answered before the second round of rings could even happen. They were silent for a moment, and then he let out a deep sigh. Devyn and I chuckled as I stood, walking out of the room and shutting the door behind me.

“I’m home, baby. I’m safe,” I heard Devyn say. I smiled; happy she was getting on someone else’s fucking nerves like she does mine. It was sweet and I’m glad there’s someone out there she met that gives a fuck about the girl. Even if she’s making dumb ass decisions behind their back. Damn...she’s just like me. And I’ma have to meet that nigga.

K4 laid at the top of my bed, curled into a ball. I stripped out of my clothes, crawling in beside him. As soon as I put my phone on the charger, K3 FaceTimed. We were on the phone when I left, but I was still surprised. It’s late as fuck.

When I answered, it was dark but I knew he could see me. This nigga got AirPods, so I wasn’t worried about being quiet. He let out a deep sigh, just like Devyn’s man. I couldn’t help but giggle.

Me: Did you go to sleep? You need to go to sleep.

K3: G, you was supposed to call me when you got home.

Me: My ass just touched the bed. I had to take care of Devyn when we got home. She’s fucked up, Papa. I can tell you all about it in person.

K3: Do I need to call Man-Man?

Me: We’re safe. I’m exhausted.

K3: You would’ve told me if I had to come out of body, right?

Me: Right. Nothing for now. I’m just focused on Devyn. I guess we gotta talk.

K3: Yeah but that was inevitable. You know I’ma back you, Crybaby.

Me: I know Deddy.

K3: Go ahead and go to sleep. I’m right here with you. I love you.

Me: I love you.

I smiled softly, propping the phone up. The drowsiness snuck up on me, taking me by surprise. Pulling K4 into my chest, my body slowly went under. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. They felt protective instead of invasive.

K3: UH, EXCUSE ME?! I KNOW YOU NOT TRYING TO KILL MY SHORTY IN HER SLEEP, FOE!

I jumped in my sleep, opening my eyes immediately. Kenzo had his nose pressed to the phone, looking crazy as hell. K4 started whining. I turned my head to see what the fuck he was talking about.

Devyn stood there, shocked, with bags of food in one hand and a butter knife and fork in the other. My body slowly rolled back over as I started cracking the fuck up.

Me: Kenzoooo!