Chapter 15 – Lil Insane
Chapter
Fifteen
LIL INSANE
“Damnnn!” I snapped, banging on the steering wheel. I couldn’t believe that I had finally caught that bitch ass nigga Khaotic lacking and had missed the mark. “I knew I should’ve waited until that nigga made it to his car.” I continued spazzing.
“Yeah, allowing a fool to dip back into the store wasn’t a smart move, my guy.
” Jack of All Trades commented. I knew that he was right, so I couldn’t even be upset at anybody but myself.
I had the perfect opportunity and missed it, and all I could do was beat myself up because obviously I couldn’t beat that big ass nigga.
“Man, pass me that bottle!” I said, changing the subject.
I took a long chug of the Grey Goose I had just grabbed.
My mind was racing, but I knew that I had to shift my focus and catch his ass on the rebound.
Jack had found out about the drop on Holly, and this entire day was going to be dedicated to getting her back.
I missed her, and I wanted to be with her, but if she didn’t take me back, then today was going to be her last day breathing.
I was tired of hearing about my bitch walking around the hood like she was all in love with that nigga Hitman.
I didn’t have any personal beef with the nigga because I didn’t know him.
The only problem I had was the fact that he had taken my girl, and I wanted her back.
I had been thinking about her nonstop, but out of respect and sympathy for Khaos, I didn’t press the situation.
I didn’t want to throw the death of her Sister in her face, but now that the bitch was dead too, I didn’t have an inch of remorse.
I needed Holly more than I needed air right now, and I knew that I needed to make things right between us.
At one point, I was closer to her than I was to my own niggas.
I knew I had fucked up and done some grimey shit; I didn’t deserve another chance.
But I wasn’t in my right state of mind when I was dealing with Holly; the drugs I was on had me tweaking.
Now that I was clean and had gotten those hard drugs out of my system, I was feeling better and doing better.
I was hoping that she’d be able to see the change in me and agree to give me another chance.
“Are you sure you are comfortable with pulling up on her solo?” Jack asked.
“Yeah, we used to live together. That was my bitch for years; we broke bread together. Shit, she was carrying my child. I’m good, bro.” I assured him.
“I feel you, bruh, but a lot of shit transpired between y'all, so all I can say is be careful. Don’t get caught lacking out here. Stay on your toes and hit me up if you need me.” He said before we dapped up, and he exited the car.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at his paranoia; they didn’t understand the bond that I shared with Holly.
Yeah, shit was toxic between us, but what we had trumped all that bullshit.
Besides, I was never in love with Bambi, never could I have ever loved her more than the love I have for Holly, a nigga was fucked up off them drugs up until recently.
I knew that if I continued dabbling and dabbing, there was no chance that I would ever get my first love back.
I pulled off and headed towards the address that I had for Holly. I wasn’t sure if she was still dealing with the nigga Hitman or not; for his good, he better not be around when I pulled up.
You're the one that I want in my life,
Yeah
You're the one that u want every night, yeah
You're the one that I want on my side, yeah
Promise to you, I’ll ride
I need you to be here for me, yeah
I’m so deep up in these streets, yeah
I stay clutching my heart, yeah
I know these niggas want to kill me
NBA Young Boy Never Broke Again, You the One blasted through my speakers.
I bopped my head to the beat, rapping along to the lyrics as I thought about Holly taking me back.
I knew that it was a reach, but it was worth a shot.
I wasn’t going to be able to let the thought of us being back together go if I didn’t take my shot.
I’ve been thinking about her so much that I couldn’t think straight; it felt like I was going crazy, which was the reason why I was resonating with the song so much.
It felt like he knew my pain and understood what I was going through.
Knowing that the woman I love was fucking with the next nigga, building with him, and trying to elevate with him, knowing that it should be me, was something that I didn’t wish on my worst enemy.
This shit had me sick. Having Khaos around kept my focus off of Holly, but now that she was gone, a nigga was crashing the fuck out.
I waited at the red light and noticed a YN in the middle of the intersection selling roses and water. He must’ve known I was thirsty as hell to get my girl back. I called him over to my car and rolled down the window.
“How many roses do you have left?” I asked the YN.
“Two dozen.” He answered.
“Let me get all of them and two waters,” I told him. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a couple of bills before handing them to him and pulling off.
“Good looking!” He called out, wearing a huge smile as I drove off.
I stopped on the block when I noticed Holly’s car and parked beside her. I looked at the condos and nodded my head approvingly. They were nice, clean, and looked newly built.
I was proud of her. No matter what she was going through or what was going on around her, nothing stopped Holly from getting her money.
She was a hustler, so she was most definitely about her bread, which was one of the many qualities that I always loved about her.
I admired how she was always able to make shit happen, no matter the circumstances.
Every girl I met outside of Holly couldn’t do the same.
They didn’t have the same mindset. Instead of getting money, they were focused on dick and clubs.
Holly's place surprised me. I could tell from the landscaping that not only had she upgraded, but her maturity had improved.
There were lawn lights along her walkway leading from the curb to her front door, and she even had different types of plants sitting outside in flower pots.
I reached over and touched one to see if it was real or one of those artificial outdoor plants, and to my surprise, they were all real plants.
I was impressed. I knew that I had made a great choice, and she was going to love the roses.
Walking up to her front door, I rang the doorbell. I quickly turned around when I noticed her ring camera so that she wouldn’t know that it was me. I knew that would mess up my chances of getting her to answer the door and hear me out.
My mind wandered on whether or not she had a nigga inside. I just needed about twenty minutes of her time.
When she answered the door in a black silk robe with her hair flowing over her shoulders, my heart sped up. She smelled good, as if she had just gotten out of the shower, and her skin was glowing. Everything about her was still flawlessly beautiful, and seeing her in person made me smile.
“What the fuck do you want, Insane, and how the fuck did you find out where I live?” She asked while giving me an attitude. I looked down and noticed she was holding. She wouldn’t be Holly if she didn’t.
“You know I have my ways. A nigga been missing the fuck out of you, and I wanted to come see how you’re doing. You’re looking amazing as ever.” I complimented her.
She went to speak but paused as her eyes grew big.
As soon as I turned around, I noticed a masculine figure quickly approaching with his hands out, aimed in my direction.
Before I had a chance to react, I was hit by a single gunshot, causing me to hit the ground falling to my knees.
I stared at my arch-enemy, Khaotic. The nigga had caught me lacking.
“Too busy chasing after some pussy nigga!” He laughed before attempting to squeeze the trigger again. He was stopped by a single bullet to his forehead. I jumped out of my skin and turned around, seeing Holly’s gun still smoking and aimed at his dead body.
I couldn’t believe she had just saved my life. Even after everything that I had done to her, she still had love for a nigga. I winced in pain before smiling at her, “Damn, you dead ass just saved a nigga life!”
“Nigga please, I owe both you niggas!” She said before emptying her clip on me. The last thing I saw before my eyes permanently closed was Holly slamming her door in my face, leaving me outside to die with my enemy.