Chapter 24 – Lil Rude
Chapter
Twenty-Four
LIL RUDE
Seraphina walked in, and from the angry expression on her swollen and bruised face, I already knew that Hood Brat had gotten to her.
I dropped my head, knowing that my secret had gotten out.
This was not the way my night was supposed to have ended.
Hood Brat saved my life. She was the only woman I had ever been in love with; she was the one that I truly wanted to make my wife, yet here I was, stuck in a union with Seraphina for what she thought would be the rest of our lives.
“When were you going to be man enough to tell me?” were the first words that came from her.
“Niggas, just tried to kill me, and all you can think about is yourself,” I said, shaking my head disapprovingly.
“Your bitch just punched me over the nurses’ station in front of all your friends and family, and you want me to have sympathy for you? Bullshit!” she spat.
“I never asked you to be here in the first place.”
“I'm your wife. Who else do you think they call when you are in trouble?” she questioned sarcastically.
I squeezed my temples; she was causing my head to begin to pound.
Every time I turned around, there was some bullshit with her, which is why I went out of my way to file for a divorce, but the bitch had been ducking and dodging.
Now here she was rolling up on a nigga like she really gave a fuck when we both knew that wasn't really the case.
All Sera gave a fuck about was what I could do for her, which is the reason I had cut her off financially and was living in a separate household.
“We’re married but separated, so there's a difference. As soon as you sign those papers, I'm going to marry the love of my life.”
“That's bullshit, and you know it. Seraphina isn't going anywhere. I am here for life. For better or for worse, until death do us part, do you remember those vows you took?” she said, showing off her diamond ring, which I bought from the pawn shop when I was fucked up.
That was the worst mistake that I could've made in my life.
Marrying her was a day that I regretted and wanted to forget every detail. That's how terrible the bitch was.
“Where's Hood Brat?” I asked, wishing she would walk through the door at any minute.
“Oh, that's Hood Brat! I thought it was the other bitch you were fucking with me.”
“I cut the other bitch off for Hood Brat. I tried to cut you off for her, but for some reason, you won't leave me the fuck alone.” I said, irritated.
“Because I'm your wife and I don't give up that easily. You think that because you got a new flavor of the week, that means our marriage is over just like that? What would your father think?” she asked.
“Bitch you don't even know my father, so stop always bringing him up, as you do.”
Seraphina was delusional, literally. When I first tried leaving her, the bitch went crazy and had to be admitted into a program.
It was so crazy that she didn't even have my main cell phone number.
I had a pager just for that bitch, and she could only call for emergencies.
I did that after she called my phone over 300 times in one day, causing my battery to die.
That type of shit was something that I couldn't deal with.
The only reason why she wasn't good at stalking me was that she couldn't; her dumb ass didn't know how to drive to save her life.
In fact, she had never been behind the wheel before. The bitch was incompetent.
“I don't know why you keep looking at the door like a sad puppy; your bitch isn't coming. She put her hands on me when she found out I was here, and the hospital made her leave!” Seraphina said with a laugh.
“You should've left with her then.”
“I didn't have to go anywhere because I AM YOUR WIFE!” she shouted.
I pulled out my phone and called Hood Brat. When her phone went straight to voicemail, I knew I was blocked.
Every time Seraphina and I were in the same room, all we did was argue; in fact, we never got along.
Our relationship was so toxic that I didn't understand why she was trying so hard to keep us together, refusing to leave.
We never truly got along, but the sex between us was just amazing.
In the beginning, I thought I was in love.
We were fucking three times a day, it was as if I was an addict when it came to the pussy.
But as soon as I caught that bitch going through my shit, stealing from me, I knew that I had made a mistake marrying her.
I didn't keep anything around that bitch because I didn't trust her.
She had fucked me into a marriage, literally, and it was a bad move.
Now I was stuck with her, and she had possibly run off with the one true woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
After being tricked into marrying Seraphina, I had told myself that I was never going to marry a bitch ever in my life, but Hood Brat was someone different.
I had never met any other woman who was like her before.
I was about to ask Seraphina to leave when two officers walked into my hospital room.
I was immediately frustrated; this day was getting worse by the hour.
My room was filling up with people that I couldn't stand with a passion.
I wanted to get up and walk out, but I knew that the bullet that I had taken in my leg was preventing me from doing so.
“I don't have shit to say!” I snapped at the officers. “So y'all can get the fuck out and take this crazy bitch with y'all!” I pointed to Seraphina.
I ignored their presence the entire time they were there, staring at the wall, refusing to answer a single question until they got the hint and left.
Of course, Seraphina’s dizzy ass stayed glued to my side.
She was probably waiting for me to go to sleep just to rummage through my pockets.
Little did she know, all of my belongings were in police custody, being used as evidence, pending criminal investigation, so I didn't know what this bitch motive was.
She was probably here to finish me off. I didn't trust anything about her.
My entire two-week stay at the hospital, going through therapy and trying to walk on my leg, was stressful and emotional.
It was harder than I had expected, and I couldn't stop thinking about Hood Brat.
She's been refusing all of my calls and messages, and hasn't been to the hospital to visit me since the night I was shot.
I tried to send messages to her through Holly, Gutta Barbie, and Hood Gorgeous, but she just wasn't having it and refused to take any messages from me.
The only thing that I was focused on was getting out of here so that I could get my girl back.
Seraphina was here every single day and refused to leave.
I had to make her ass go home to wash her ass, and she even made that a problem.
“I brought you some food,” Seraphina said, handing me a platter from home. I looked at it before turning my face. I didn't trust eating anything from this bitch.
“Bitch, you're trying to kill me. I'm not eating that shit!” I told her pushing it away.
“I don't understand why you are treating me like I'm the enemy when I've been by your side every single day.”
“You were by my side every single day when I caught you going through my shit, stealing from me. We both know that doesn't mean shit.”
“I wish you would let that shit go already; it's in the past, and we've moved on from it!” she said, getting offended. She always got like this any time I brought it up, but my feelings were valid, and so were the reasons why I will never be able to trust her again.
“That bitch Hood Brat hasn't been here not once since you've been admitted, and you treat me like I'm the problem.
I've been here with you every single day, every step of the way.
I don't deserve this treatment. I deserve forgiveness so that we can move forward in life and with our marriage.” Seraphina had most definitely lost her marbles and was nothing like the woman that I had first met.
She didn't understand that stealing from the one that you are supposed to want to spend forever with is a sign of disloyalty.
We were married, so what reason did she have to sneak around behind my back and take from me?
She wasn't moving like a wife. When I caught her, she was moving like an enemy, so that's how I treated her, and there wasn't any going back from that.
I didn't have time to babysit that bitch and watch her every move.
The energy between us changed that day; it was different, and there was nothing that was changing how I felt.
I looked at her completely differently from the way I once looked at her.
“How are you feeling today?” my nurse walked in and asked.
“Better, a lot better,” I answered.
“Good, we have you scheduled for discharge this afternoon, were getting everything together for you now.
I'll check in a little later to see how you're feeling and go over your discharge and follow-up information. You also will have therapy that will be arranged, so we will be discussing that before you leave as well,” the nurse said before smiling and walking out.
“These bitches don’t have any respect!” Seraphina commented, throwing shade at the nurse. I knew she heard her but decided to ignore her, which was the best decision that she could ever make. The bitch was draining.
I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I was beyond pissed finding out I would be wheelchair-bound for two weeks and had to be released to Seraphina. I felt like a damn idiot being pushed out of there by the one bitch that I couldn't stand.
My property was returned to me, and I didn't hesitate to call Hood Brat, but once again, she had rejected my call. It was really starting to stress me out.
“I need you to swing past one of my spots,” I said to Seraphina.
“Anything for you, Daddy?” she said as she helped me into the car.