Chapter 20 – Gutta Barbie
Chapter
Twenty
GUTTA BARBIE
Ididn't give a fuck about Lil Insane being killed; in fact, I wanted to send Wrizzle's ass right behind him.
The more I thought about everything those niggas had taken Holly and me through, the madder I got.
Tonight, they were hosting a vigil for Lil Insane, and once again, I was staying right where I was, which happened to be at War's spot.
I had been here for the past couple of nights and was enjoying myself to the fullest. We still hadn't slept together.
In fact, he had allowed me to sleep in his spare room, which was perfect for me.
The most we've done was stick each other's tongue down the other's throat, but things hadn't gotten sexual between us.
I wanted to give us more time before we did all that.
I have still been denying and rejecting all of Wrizzle's calls.
I didn't have anything to say to him, even regarding Lil Insane's death.
I felt like he had gotten out of control, especially with drinking, and this isn't the way that I wanted to end things between us, but I was done accepting disrespect.
“How are you feeling?” War asked, walking into the room. “Did you have breakfast?”
“I'm good, and yes. I made breakfast this morning for both of us. Since you stayed out last night, I put yours up.”
“My bad about that. I got caught up,” he tried explaining.
“It's none of my business. You are single and free to do whatever you want. Besides, this is your house; you can come and go as you please.”
“Gutta, I know, without you having to tell me that you weren't feeling me not coming home last night.”
“I mean, I was worried about you. But as I said, you're grown; it's not my business or place.”
He sat down next to me and took my hand into his. “If it means anything to you, I apologize, and I wasn't with another woman. Some shit went down last night that I had to handle,” he said.
I looked down at his hand and noticed his bruised knuckles, and I instantly became worried.
“Everything is good; I just didn't want you to see me this way.”
My phone began ringing, and I looked down to see that it was an unknown number calling me. I sent the caller to voicemail just as Holly began calling me.
“Hey, Holly, I'm gonna have to call you right back.”
“Wait, Wrizzle was drunk and got beaten up really badly last night. They are saying that he doesn't remember what happened, but the streets are saying that War did it.
“Is that right?” I asked, looking at War with a knowing look. He looked away, avoiding eye contact with me.
I told Holly I would call her back later and shifted my attention back to War. At least he was telling the truth and really wasn't with another woman all night, but I didn't appreciate the fact that he didn't keep his word to leave Wrizzle alone.
“War, you promised me that you'd leave him alone.”
“The nigga bashed you, so I bashed him. I didn't do much, just hit him once, and the nigga went to sleep. Your boy was out like a baby,” he said, imitating Wrizzle.
I had to admit that I was surprised and taken aback by the fact that he had knocked Wrizzle out.
Fighting was something that he was always known for, and there weren’t many niggas that could say they won against him, but War was different; he was rare and unlike any man I have ever met.
When it came to him and Wrizzle, he was wiser, more aware, and more mature.
I knew that the L, Wrizzle, had most likely had something to do with the fact that he was drunk.
When he was drunk, he was less aware, and that affected his reflexes more than he realized.
I was happy to know that he had learned his lesson and gotten the treatment he deserved for putting his hands on me.
I felt like the treatment deserved to be far worse for putting his hands on a woman, but I still had a soft spot for him, one that I wasn’t willing to explain to anyone.
“I tried to keep my word, but I saw him, and I lost it. Then it didn't help that he started popping it like he was some type of gangsta. I had to test the nigga chin to see if he was really like that,” he said. All I could do was shake my head.
I knew how Wrizzle could be, especially when he would get drunk; there was no shutting his ass up.
The loss of his loved ones had him crashing out; he was completely losing his fucking mind.
I also knew that he was going through it because I didn’t show up to pay my respects to Lil Insane.
The thought had crossed my mind, but I had taken the time to give it a lot of thought, and I felt that the way that Wrizzle and Lil Insane had treated Holly and me, neither one of them deserved us showing up for them.
No death could ever make me forgive Wrizzle for the hurt that I felt in my heart or disregard it.
It was still fresh, and I wasn’t ready to be around him, let alone in the same room with him or his family.
Most importantly, War had nothing to do with what happened between Wrizzle and me, and he had been a perfect gentleman towards me.
The last thing that I wanted was to disrespect the care that he had invested in me.
He didn’t want me anywhere around Wrizzle, and out of respect, it was important to honor that.
“Anyway, enough about that nigga. If he has an issue and feels like he needs that from me, I ain’t never duckin’ no smoke; I’m around. As for you and me, I wanna get you out of this condo, take you out, treat you like the queen that you are,” he said, causing me to blush.
It was most definitely exactly what I needed right now to clear my mind and get my attention off of everything that had been going on.
There was so much invested in me and Wrizzle's relationship that I found myself thinking about everything that’s going on between us more than I liked.
It was like no matter what was going on, my mind constantly drifted to the fight between us and everything that I was leaving behind and letting go by walking away and leaving him.
War wanted to take me to Ruth's Chris Steak House, so I decided to wear a little black Chanel dress that hugged my curves perfectly.
It was just right for a dinner date. I paired it with a pair of Chanel heels, my black Chanel purse, and my Van Cleef the only thing that I could compare the feeling to was butterflies, and they came every time he walked into the room.
It was the same familiar feeling that I had on the first day that we met, and I knew they weren’t going anywhere any time soon.
The feelings seemed to grow more intense the more we were around each other.
A part of me was scared to love again, but I wasn’t going to allow myself to be tricked out of my spot, especially when it came with a good man like War.
He was everything that I could’ve asked for.
Not the man that I wanted, but the man that I needed and deserved.
He showed me things that I had never experienced when it came to developing feelings for someone.
He made it easy but worth it. Something that I couldn’t fully explain.
His presence arrived in my life at a perfect time, when I had felt betrayed by the man who I thought loved me.