Chapter 11 – Holly
Chapter
Eleven
HOLLY
Some thick chick in the club had been eyeing me all night, following my every move.
She looked a little familiar, but I was certain that the bitch didn’t know me, and I definitely didn't have a clue as to who the fuck she was and why she was studying me so hard. It was giving, hater, and if it wasn’t for Wrizzle showing his ass tonight, I probably would’ve pressed that hoe back.
I stood off to the side, watching Wrizzle, drunk and acting like a complete fool on the dance floor.
He was throwing money at the strippers and was even grabbing them by the arm and smacking them on the asses.
I knew that he had just lost his cousin Ricky from Arizona, but this shit was not acceptable.
All I could do was pray that Gutta Barbie didn’t walk through the doors and have to see this shit for herself because I knew that no matter his excuse, she would be hurt to the core.
I was hurt by just witnessing this shit.
When I saw him grab one of the strippers by the mouth and try to kiss her before staggering and catching his balance.
When she turned him down he caught the attention of another stripper and grabbed her by the arm walking towards the club's exit.
I knew I had seen it all, and enough was enough.
I stormed over to where he was and grabbed him by his arm before snatching his car keys.
“Yo, what the fuck, Holly, let me go!” He snapped, pulling away.
I looked him in the eyes, and I had never seen him like this.
His eyes were bloodshot red, and he had a dangerous look in his eyes.
Instead of listening to his words, I grabbed him again, but this time he cocked his hand back and slapped me in the face, causing me to fly backwards.
Hitman ran from the opposite side of the club, and before I knew what was happening, the two were banging like enemies in the middle of the club.
Even drunk out of his mind, Wrizzle was still getting the best of Hitman, but I admired his efforts to jump to my defense.
It was no secret that Wrizzle was a gangsta, and his hands matched his street credentials.
I quickly gained my composure and pulled out my phone to call Gutta Barbie.
“Hey, Holly, what's up?” She answered on the first ring.
“Wrizzle is drunk, and he and Hitman are at the club banging out!”
“WHAT! WHY?”
“He hit me!” I blurted out in tears, not able to accept the fact that the nigga I once looked at like a brother had really put his hands on me.
“Who hit you, Hitman?” Gutta Barbie asked.
“No, Wrizzle. He put his mother fucking hands on me!” I sadly and angrily confessed.
“You’re lying! He would never-
“The nigga hit me, sis, and he’s in here drunk, embarrassing himself and disrespecting you! I’ve never seen him like this before!”
“I’m on my way! Don’t let his ass out of your sight!”
By the time Gutta Barbie and Lil Rude walked in, Wrizzle was trashing the club, throwing bottles, glasses, and hitting the bouncers with folded chairs like this was WWF!
The club was in a complete uproar, and it was a mess.
The look on Gutta Barbie's face when she walked through the doors was a look that I will never forget.
“What the fuck is going on!” She yelled. The club went silent as Wrizzle stumbled towards her. When he tried to hug her, you could tell that the liquor was coming through his pores, causing her to take a step back.
“So what, you hate a nigga too?” He asked.
“Fuck it!” He said, not giving her a chance to respond.
“I’m out of this bitch!” He turned to walk out, and Lil Rude chased after him.
Barbie stood there without saying a word.
I could tell she was speechless. We made eye contact, and she rushed to my side to check my face.
It was swollen and red, but I was gonna live.
“I’m so sorry! I can’t believe he put his hands on you, Holly.” She gasped.
“It’s all good; I know that he’s dealing with some shit and not in his right state of mind.”
“That’s no excuse for him putting his hands on you.
We’ve all been through some shit, but it doesn’t give him the right to put his hands on you.
I swear, ever since I got released, he’s been different, even before his cousin Ricky was killed.
I’m not sure what went down while I was locked up but something’s not adding up, and I’m gonna make sure to get down to the bottom of this shit. ”
There was no calming Wrizzle down. He was a force to be reckoned with, and there wasn’t a soul in this building that could take him down. At 6’3, he wasn’t having it. I felt bad about the way he was flipping Lil Rude like a pancake.
“Are you ok?” Asked the same chick who had been eyeing me all night from a distance.
“What’s good?” I questioned her, not in the mood for small talk. “I saw you watching me like a hawk all night, so get to the point!”
I had seen her a couple of times all up in Hitman's face and the last thing I needed was more of his drama. But at this point, I had just been smacked by someone I looked at like a brother and was ready for whatever. I didn’t have the patience right now to play with no bitch, so whoever she was, she needed to state her case right now.
“I’m Jessica, but everybody calls me Jess.” She spoke.
“Ok, and?” I was confused.
“I’m Hitman's best friend, and I wanted to know if you’d be interested in meeting up to grab something to eat tomorrow night so that we can talk and get to know each other.”
I looked and saw Hitman watching us from across the bar. I wanted to tell the bitch fuck no, but he did just get his ass beat by Wrizzle for me. I stood there thinking about her question for a couple of seconds before giving her an answer.
“We can do that.” I finally gave in.
“Great!” She cheered. “I promise I’m not usually this friendly, but my best friend really does like you a lot.
I’m really rooting for y'all.” She said, writing down her information on a napkin.
“We can meet at that address tomorrow night at 9. I can’t wait to see you.
” She cheerfully said. I wasn’t sure where this shit would lead, but I was excited to go out with someone other than my homegirls.
Everybody had their own shit going on, and I needed some new friends.
They had finally gotten Wrizzle to calm down; he was sitting in the back of the club while they drenched him with cold water bottles.
I walked towards the exit with my keys and duffel bag, refusing to look in his direction.
I didn’t have anything to say to Wrizzle after the way that he had violated me tonight.
This would forever change the energy and bond between us; things between us will never be the same.
Gutta Barbie promised to call me and had Hitman walk me to the parking lot.
I still didn’t have much to say to him even after he jumped in to defend me.
I was tired of the people that I loved and trusted violating me.
I felt that there were times when I could be too kind, which always ended up with me getting my feelings hurt.
My friend group had been strong for years, but lately, my circle was getting smaller and smaller, which didn’t really seem like a bad thing.
“Are you talking to me tonight?” Hitman asked. I looked at him and felt bad about the cut on the side of his eye.
“You really should ice that up,” I told him while still inspecting his eye.
“I’m good, love- trust me, I’m a G. The real question is: are you good?” he asked, touching the side of my face gently.
“Yes, I’m good,” I answered just as Fly Si began to approach me and Hitman in the parking lot.
The way that she was walking, I knew that she was coming to stand on business. I quickly tossed my shit to the ground.
“What up now bitch!” she said before swinging a Colt 40 bottle.
As soon as it connected, I began to rain blow after blow on that hoe.
We went round for round, and the only thing that bitch did the whole time was pull my hair.
I didn’t let that or the blood dripping all over me get to me; I continued beating the daylights out of that bitch until she was begging and screaming for me to get off of her.
Even after that, I continued giving it to that bitch until my fist was so swollen, then I switched and began to beat that hoe with my elbow until Hitman and the bouncers ran to pull me off of her.
By the time they got to me I was banging that bitch forehead against the parking lot concrete.
Hitman lifted me in the air, and as he walked me towards my car, Fly Si lay on the parking lot ground motionless.
“Get Holly the fuck out here NOW!” Someone from the crowd yelled.
“Yeah, bitch, flatline!” I yelled before Hitman begged me to calm down and relax.
“What the fuck happened!” Gutta Barbie panicked.
“That dumb bitch ran up on me with a bottle and got beaten to death!” I answered, ready for her ass to wake up so we could go for round two.
“Get her somewhere safe and get that stitched up. I’ll handle the body.” Gutta said, confirming that Fly Si was dead.
Even though we were once cool, I didn’t have an inch of sympathy or regret. That hating hoe had tried me too many times, and I kept letting her slide. Tonight, I was done letting my kindness get taken for weakness; that shit was over with.