Chapter 22 – Holly
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Twenty-Two
HOLLY
“Listen, we know you know something. Insane was in love with you; y'all were together and thick as thieves for years!” The detective argued.
“Yeah, a real big Bonnie and Clyde duo.” His partner joked.
“Well, shit changes! As I said, I ain’t seen shit and don’t know shit. Insane, and I have been broken up for over a year, and we barely socialize. The only time that I see his ass is in passing, so miss me with all the questions.”
The officers were getting annoyed with me the same way that I was annoyed with their asses.
I had been down at the precinct being questioned for hours, and I still hadn’t told them shit; there was nothing to tell.
I was taking what went down that night down to my grave, and so was Hitman.
If they wanted any information out of me, they were going to have to get that shit in my blood.
“If there’s nothing else y'all need from me, can I go now?” I asked. I knew that it was late, and Hitman was probably worried sick about me.
“If we need anything else, we know where to find you.” The officer said before getting up from his seat. “Have a good day.”
I walked out of the precinct and almost ran to my car. As soon as I got inside, I wasted no time pulling off. I wanted to be far away from that police station; the farther away, the better. As soon as I collected myself, I called Hitman.
“You good?” He asked.
“I’m straight. On my way back to the spot.”
“Good. I love you.” He said, ending the call.
That was the first time he had said those words to me, and I didn’t know how to take it.
We have both been through a lot together, and I was pregnant with our first child.
Things between Hitman and me were getting deeper by the day.
Our bond was thicker, and we had become inseparable.
We were together every day, and he was overprotective and wouldn’t let me out of his sight.
Where he went, I went, and that’s the way that it has been since the day that I announced to him that I was pregnant.
Everything was going solid between us, and I didn’t have a single complaint.
The nigga who wanted me was out of the picture, and the hoe who wanted him was out of the picture, or so I thought.
I had a strong feeling Hitmans so called best friend has feelings for him.
I checked all of my missed calls and text messages, and my heart dropped seeing a message in the group chat about Gutta Barbie being in the hospital after trying to kill herself.
I quickly called the group chat while speeding in the direction of the hospital.
I needed to get there as soon as possible.
I was shaking the entire drive. I knew that my blood pressure was through the roof.
I couldn’t imagine what she had to be going through for her to do something like that.
Out of everything that we have been through, Gutta Barbie had never given me the vibes that she wanted to hurt herself or didn’t want to be here anymore.
When I pulled into the hospital parking lot, I wasted no time running into the building.
I ran into Hood Gorgeous, and she took me straight to Gutta Barbie’s room.
I rushed to her side, seeing her in that hospital bed, and didn’t want to leave.
I wanted to know what happened, but I knew that she probably needed some more time.
My heart ached for her. I remember experiencing those same thoughts when I found out that my child was dead, it was one of the hardest days of my life, but I knew I needed to be strong, not just for me but for my baby that lived on through me, it was the best decision that I had ever made in life and now I was carrying my second child, who I was willing to protect with every breath in my body.
“I wanna talk to Holly alone.” Gutta Barbie said, surprising me.
I watched the emotional exchange between War and Gutta Barbie and could tell that he had real feelings for my best friend. His intentions seemed genuine. Everyone left, leaving Gutta Barbie and me alone. I sat down beside her, taking her hand into mine.
“Are you ok?” I asked. She quickly shook her head no. “Take your time.”
“The doctors said I’m pregnant.” I dropped my mouth wide open in shock. That was not the news that I was expecting.
“Congratulations, oh my god, sis, I’m so happy for you and War.”
“It’s not War’s baby. It’s Wrizzle’s.”
“Oh,” I said. I now understand her reasons for wanting to off herself. Nobody in this world would want a child with that sociopath. “I understand,” I assured her, causing her to let out a soft laugh.
“I killed him.” She whispered.
“Don’t -
“I killed that bitch Tiffany too, they were fucking behind-
“Don’t say another word! This place might be bugged.” I told her, covering her mouth, “If it makes you feel comfortable, I killed Khaotic and that bitch nigga Lil Insane.” I whispered. “I’m pregnant too.”
Tears began to fall down her face. I began to cry right with her. We both sat there crying for a minute before our tears turned to laughter. We were like two peas in a pod.
“I really like War.” I shared.
“I really like Hitman.” She said back.
I can’t believe we were both pregnant together.
It made me think about when me and Hood Gorgeous were pregnant together.
We were both going to be aunties again. Gutta Barbie was my best friend, and I had made the decision that day to make her my child’s godmother.
I didn’t know much about War, but I could tell from his connection with Gutta Barbie that he was here to stay.
The way that he looked at her was something that I only saw in love movies.
He seemed to be perfect for her, and what better time than now?
She needed someone like him; he was protective, he seemed wise, and he had a lot going for himself.
I said a prayer in that hospital room, holding my best friend's hand in mine, a prayer for our unborn child and us.
I prayed for the protection of us, our children, and our men.
I also asked that we both remain survivors of domestic violence and that that lesson never repeat itself. After I was finished we both said amen.
We shared some deep shit in that hospital room, and this day was going to forever change our lives for the better. We were in this shit together for life.
ONE WEEK LATER
I ignored the door as the same officers stood outside my house, knocking nonstop.
I was pissed that I had been chilling, watching Now That's TV South Central Baddies’ latest season, and had to mute it because they didn’t want to leave me the fuck alone.
I was free from Lil Insane, but was far from free from the baggage that came with dealing with him.
These punk-ass officers are never around when they are needed, but now they wanna pop up when they need me, funny how that works.
I sat on my couch finishing the last of my Twix bar and popped my AirPods in my ears.
I continued tuning out the officers knocking on my door as I scrolled through my Instagram.
My mouth hung open to the floor, seeing that they had finally found Wrizzle and Tiffany’s bodies all the way in the Baltimore River.
I was even shocked that they were calling it a domestic murder suicide and a crime of passion.
I needed War on my team at this point; he and whoever he was rolling with needed to get with Hitman and me because they staged that flawlessly.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the results. “What a tragedy.” I rolled my eyes.
“Dumbasses,” I said, talking about the detectives working the case.
That was good news for me and my family; it meant that Gutta Barbie and War were in the clear for now, and I was praying that it stayed that way.
It had been a week since she had tried to commit suicide, and she was doing much better.
The hospital had signed her up for therapy, and I was sure she was there talking about everything other than the reason she was there.
Everything was going better than expected given the circumstances, but she was still deciding what she wanted to do about being pregnant with Wrizzle's baby.
War was man enough to step up to the plate and raise her child like it was his own, which was something that made me have mad respect for him.
He was a really good man, and I was happy for my best friend.
When the officers were finally gone, I ran upstairs and began to pack my bags.
I was done staying in this house every night; all it brought back were memories of that night, and the police wouldn't stop stalking my man and me, so I decided I was going to stay with Hitman for the rest of my pregnancy.
I pulled up at Hitman’s place and rolled my eyes, seeing Jessica walking out of his building. I knew they were supposedly just best friends, but I didn't play that friendly shit, especially now that I was pregnant and we were officially an item.
“Hey, girl!” Jessica joyfully spoke when she saw me walking up.
“Jessica, why the fuck are you coming out of my nigga building while I’m not here?” I asked, cutting right to the point. I didn’t have time to play games with this bitch, she was a little too comfortable for me and wasn’t shit stupid when it came to me.
“Damn, girl, why are you being like that? You know Hitman is my best friend,” she said, looking confused. “We’ve known each other for years, and it ain’t never been a problem before.”
“I couldn't care less about how long y'all knew each other and all that other bullshit; miss me with all that. Haleem is my nigga, and I don’t feel comfortable with you coming to his spot while I’m not here.” I told her.
“Are you insecure or something?” she had the nerve to ask.
“Nah, bitch I’m a certified crash out, so play with me if you want to, and you're gonna find out!” I told her, pressing her just as Hitman came walking out of the building.
“What’s going on?” he asked, looking at Jessica suspiciously before stepping between us to separate her.
“That’s what the fuck I’m trying to find out,” I said, crossing my arms across my chest, looking from him to her.
“What do you mean?” Hitman asked, confused.
“Ya girl tripping, trying to act like I’m not allowed over here if she’s not here,” Jessica said.
“If that’s what she said, then that’s what it is.” Hitman agreed.
I stood there smiling at my man. I loved the way he's been standing on business behind me lately; this was the way that it was supposed to be from day one. But we were on a new page, so I was letting his past mistakes go. The only thing I was standing on was my respect, and this was a prime example of how I expected to be respected. I appreciated him having my back because he knew how I was, and I didn't play that shit, especially after what went down between him and Fly Si; it didn’t really have anything to do with Jessica. It wasn’t about insecurities; it was the principle. My nigga, my terms, it was simple.
“Wow, are you serious?” Jessica asked, looking all hurt in the face.
“Jess, this is my girl and soon-to-be mother of my child; she's carrying my seed. I know that we've been rocking with each other for a couple of years, but this is family.” Hitman spoke up.
“That's a real bitch move on your part,” Jessica argued. I couldn't help but laugh in her face.
Before today, I didn't have any issues with her.
We had even made prior arrangements to hang out until I found out that it was a setup date that Hitman put together.
But regardless, I was still open at one point to hanging out with her even after the situation with Fly Si, but there was some shit that I just wasn't going for, and popping up at my man's house while I wasn't there was one of them.
“If it's a problem, then we can handle that shit now while I'm still in my first trimester!” I said, pressing her ass.
Hitman stood between us. “Nah, ain't nobody doing all that. You got my child in your stomach and think you're ready to be out here banging like you were with that other nigga! You're tripping!” Hitman snapped.
“Nah, your so-called homegirl is the one that's tripping. But since it's obvious I'm missing something, I'll let y'all finish whatever y'all got going on.” I said, moving to walk away. Hitman grabbed me by the arm, stopping me in my tracks.
“Me and her don't have shit going on; stop playing with me, Holly!”
I looked from Hitman to Jessica, and the one thing I never did was play games.
I knew when a bitch was feeling my man, and she most definitely had feelings for him, and strong ones at that.
I never paid much mind when I first met her because I wasn't tripping over him.
But now that I was carrying his child, I was very much tripping when it came to my man.
“If you can't tell this bitch has feelings for you, then you're dumber than I thought!” I spat.
“Watch your mouth and go in the house; I'll handle this shit,” he said, looking at me all serious and shit.
“Yeah, you do that,” I said, walking away, rolling my eyes.
“I love you,” he called out as I walked away. I flipped him the finger and continued walking inside.
If Hitman thought for a second I was about to play games with him, he had me fucked up.
As soon as I got inside his spot, I began removing anything and everything that reminded me of another woman; it didn't matter who the bitch was.
I wasn't going for any of that. If I was going to be staying here until after I gave birth, then I wanted shit to be in order, and most importantly, I wanted to feel comfortable.
I was just putting the last of it by the front door in black bags when he walked in. “It's handled,” he said, looking at all the bags near the door.
“What's this?” he asked, looking through the bags.
“Trash. Go get all my shit out of the car.” I replied, walking away.