Chapter 16 – Gutta Barbie
Chapter
Sixteen
GUTTA BARBIE
This was one of the best weeks of my life.
I had decided to take a break from Wrizzle.
He had been on bullshit, every single night, and he was drinking nonstop.
We barely saw each other. Shit had really changed between us since I had gotten released from jail two months ago, and the fact that I had risked my freedom for him just for him to turn around and become a drunk wasn’t something I was fucking with.
Life was too short. On top of his constant drinking, I knew that he was doing him; I knew my nigga better than he knew himself, and I wasn’t going for that shit.
If he wanted to be out fucking with other bitches then I was going to do me.
Everybody was heartbroken that we had decided to take a break from each other, but not me.
We left the stadium, and Manhattan was filled with Knicks fans from corner to corner.
They were hanging from light poles, on top of cars, in the street, hanging out of windows.
It was crazy and most definitely the place to be.
By the time we decided to end the night, my feet were killing me.
My boo, War, walked me to my car like a true gentleman.
“Thank you for coming out with me tonight. It was perfect.” War said, hugging me against the car.
His Gucci cologne smelled amazing. I wanted to smell his ass all night, but I knew that I needed to take things slow. Even though I was on break with Wrizzle, it wasn’t a break that he had agreed to, so I was only half single.
“It was my honor.” I smiled.
“You’re so beautiful, and I really want to see you again if the opportunity presents itself.”
“That’s possible. I enjoyed my night, and you were a true gentleman. I appreciate you allowing my cousin to roll with us and not being weird.”
“Any family of yours is a family of mine. So can I see you again?” He asked. He wasted no time getting right to it, which was a turn-on for me. All I could do was blush and smile. He was fine as fuck, and I really did want to date him again.
“We're gonna see about all that.” I laughed before getting in my Tesla. He chuckled before tapping the hood and walking to the side, where he patiently waited for me to pull off.
“His fine ass knows damn well he's gonna be seeing you again,” Ken said, making me laugh. I couldn’t stop blushing; in fact, I had been blushing all night, and Ken was right- he always was.
Shit has been so hectic since my release; it seemed like every other day, some drama was popping off, and I couldn’t keep up.
I felt like I barely knew any of the people working at my own club, so I was there less and less.
I hated the fact that I felt out of place in my own establishment.
Things between Wrizzle and me were so sour that I was thinking about passing the club down to Holly and allowing her to run shit; she was doing a good job holding it down during my absence.
The entire ride, Ken and I talked about War. He was tall, with pretty ass waves. I could tell he was mixed with Indian when I first saw him. He was tatted all over, which was one of my biggest turn-ons. After dropping Ken off, I headed straight to the crib.
“So, what? This is what we’re doing?” Wrizzle questioned as soon as I walked through the door. I rolled my eyes and took my heels off. I don’t have time for his bullshit tonight. I had a good night, and the only thing I wanted to do was take a shot and watch Young and Reckless on Now That’s TV.
Wrizzle hit my ass with a barrage of questions. I zoned him out as I poured my shot of Reposado and took it down straight, no chaser. That was the only way to drink it.
“Hellooooo!” Wrizzle said, jumping in my face. “What the fuck are you deaf?”
“First off, I don’t know who the fuck you’re talking to like that. I’m not deaf; I just don’t have time for your drunk bullshit tonight!”
“You were out with another nigga like I wasn’t gonna find out, and you're telling me you don’t have time for my bullshit!” He snapped.
“Wrizzle whatever. Go on somewhere!” I waved him off. He followed me into the living room.
He pushed my body up against the wall.
“You think you're gonna disrespect me by walking inside of my shit smelling like the next nigga!”
“This is OUR shit, and you do it right, so the fuck what!” I said, pushing him off of me before walking away.
He grabbed me by the arm and slammed me onto the couch. I knew this nigga had definitely lost his fucking mind putting his hands on me.
I popped his ass across the mouth, looking at him like he was crazy, and it was up and stuck from there.
We fought like animals in that living room; it was like a scene from What’s Love Got To Do With It when Ike and Tina fought in the Limousine.
Wrizzle was stronger than me and bigger, but I was never the one to back down from anyone.
I fought him as if my life depended on it because to me it did.
Never in my life did I ever imagine getting into a fist fight with Wrizzle.
But any nigga that would put their hands on you will kill you, and that’s something I learned when I was a young girl.
By the time it was over, I was bloody, but so was he.
I had beaten the shit out of his ass and had him limping.
He lay on the floor, complaining about his leg and crying about needing to go to the hospital because of the large gash on his forehead, but I didn’t give a fuck.
I went right to OUR room and packed the biggest bag that I could find. Pulling out my phone, I called War.
“What’s good, love? Did you make it home safely?”
“Meet me at your store; this nigga just tried me, and I need a place to crash and clear my mind. I’m staying with you for the night.
” I said before ending the call. I knew that he was excited without needing to wait for a response.
His fine ass had been begging me to stay the night for a month straight.
“Barbieeee!” Wrizzle called from downstairs. I ignored his ass and continued packing my shit up.
“Chanellllll!” He called me by my government name, like that was going to get him a response. I continued ignoring him as I collected everything that I was taking with me.
This Motherfucker was crashing out, and I didn’t want to be anywhere around him because I was going to end up killing him.
I knew that if I called my Sister Gorgeous, Holly, or Hood Brat, one of them was gonna end up killing him too, so for tonight I was going to do his weak ass a favor and spare him.
But if he ever put his hands on me again, he wasn’t going to be so lucky the next time.
Wrizzle lumped behind me, chasing me to the car and down the street.
I left his ass in the night without a second thought.
I’d be a damn fool to hang around a nigga that only wanted to drink and beat my ass.
When I pulled up to the store, as soon as War saw my bruised and swollen face, his entire demeanor changed.
“I’m about to kill that nigga!” He seethed.
“No War, please. He’s drunk, and I can’t take any more drama.”
“So you just wanna let this nigga off the hook for putting his hands on you?” He asked, pissed.
“Just don’t! It’s not your place and damn sure not your war, so please just let it go. I’ll handle his ass with kindness.”
“I really don’t think that’s the way his ass needs to be handled, but I’m going to respect your wishes because I respect you. If you go back to that nigga-
“Relax, I got this,” I told him.
I kept my car parked at his store and got into his Cybertruck, and we pulled off, headed to his three-bedroom condo in Philadelphia.
As soon as we reached the 48th floor, which was where War’s condo was located, he wasted no time making sure that I was comfortable.
He grabbed a bowl with warm water and a cold washcloth before telling me to have a seat and gently started cleaning my bruised face.
Tears rushed to my eyes as I reflected on what had just transpired between Wrizzle and me.
I felt horrible crying over him to the next man, who didn’t deserve to be brought into my drama.
“Thank you,” I said between tears.
“I really hate seeing you like this.” He said, staring deeply into my eyes.
“I know we’ve only been talking for a little over a month, but there’s something about you that I really like and admire.
No matter what happens between us, I don’t ever want you to put yourself in a position to have to defend yourself against any man, no matter who he is. ”
“Let’s not talk about this right now. He doesn’t deserve to even be brought up in our conversation. I’m here with you at this moment, and I don’t want what I’m going through at home to interfere with the time that we get to spend together.” I expressed. He nodded his head in agreement.
War was such a gentleman, which is the same way he’s been since day one.
He gave me a nice hot bath and then gave me a gentle full-body massage.
I was so on edge, and my entire body was tense and sore from the fight I had with Wrizzle, but the massage had me feeling way more relaxed.
We ordered some Halal food from one of his favorite spots in Philly; he claimed he was putting me on, and I had to admit, he had done just that.
It was my first time trying Halal, and the chicken and lamb combo over rice and salad with the white Halal sauce was amazing.
We chilled, ate, and watched movies the entire day.
Wrizzle blew up my phone for hours until I finally got over it and blocked his ass before deciding to power my phone completely off.
I know myself and how I was, so it was safe to say that things between Wrizzle and me were over and done. I thought about his son, Wasim. We had established a bond, but there was no way that I was willing to disregard Wrizzle putting his hands on me.
“I gotta head to the stores to grab some money. I would get somebody else to do it, but I don’t trust other niggas with my bread.” War mentioned.
“Ok, love,” I said, sitting up so that he could leave.
“Nah, I want you to come with me. I know you all fucked up and shit, but I really do like having you by my side.” He said. I looked at him, giving him the side-eye. Fucked up was an understatement.
“Are you just saying that because you don’t want to keep it real and tell me that you don’t trust leaving me here?” I asked.
“I do trust you. Matter of fact-
I watched as he stood to his feet and retrieved his set of keys from the coffee table.
When he took his key off and gave it to me, all I could do was smile.
I loved how he was always going out of his way to reassure me.
I needed that especially right now. To be honest, I wanted him to leave so that I could be alone for a little while.
I had so many emotions that I was trying to hold back.
I didn’t want to ruin the moment crying and being in my feelings every other hour, but this shit was hard.
“It looks like you need some rest, so I’ll tell you what: I’m gonna leave you here, and you call me if you need me to come back and get you.” He said, making me smile.
“Thank you, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. Besides, I know Hood Gorgeous, Holly, and Hood Brat are gonna try and pull up as soon as they find out what happened.” I told him. “I wanna make sure that you don’t have a problem with them stopping by to check on me.”
“Hell nah, call whoever you need to call and let them know where you are and that you’re safe.” He said before grabbing a pen and paper and writing down his full address.
He left me with his debit card and kissed me on the forehead before finally leaving. Instead of powering on my phone to call my girls on a three-way, I decided to get some alone time with myself so that I could fully digest everything that happened until I dozed off.