Chapter 3 #4
He can’t come out here. I’m bold, but not that fucking bold. I want to keep him around as long as I can. Ain’t no way I’m finna let this nigga step foot in Teflon Hills Memorial Hospital.
I know for a fact it’s eyes on me now that I’m back in the city. The moment I stepped off the jet at Baptiste International Airport, security was watching my every fucking move.
Me-
Nah, I won’t be here long.
Potential-
How do you know?
Me-
I just do.
Potential-
I miss you, Rhyan. You got a nigga catching feelings.
Me-
I miss you too.
I slide my phone back into my tote bag. It’s been a long night, and I know I’ve been out here longer than 30 minutes. I close my eyes and try to relax, but I can’t for some reason.
It feels like somebody is watching me. I look over my shoulder to make sure I’m not tripping, and sure enough, it’s a bitch staring at me from head to toe.
I smiled at this bitch because I know why she’s looking at me. I noticed her shirt drenched in blood; let me guess, she was nearby when Chauncey got shot.
Lil bitch, take yo ass home. At this point, I feel like this bitch is trying to be seen and acknowledged by me. I’ll tell a bitch one thing, though. I’m not the bitch she wants to see.
It’s too bad the shooter didn’t get at her ass, too. I could have sworn Mrs. Lynn sent Chauncey’s hoes home. I prefer to keep it classy, but let me be real fucking clear. I don’t give a fuck about checking any of these hoes behind Chauncey Benyier.
“I was with him.”
She was with whom? Hoe say his fucking name so it ain’t no fucking guessing. I didn’t bother to look over my shoulder to see who she was talking to.
Hoes want to be acknowledged by me, so it’s got damn bad. I swear this is not what the fuck she wants. I have only been back in the city for less than two hours, and it’s about to be a fucking problem behind Chauncey.
“I was with him…”
I refuse to acknowledge this bitch. I’m ignoring her for a reason because if I say something, all eyes will be in this direction, and she won’t like what the fuck I have to say. Once I pop off, I’m emptying the fucking clip. It’s like that.
I’m not sure what she’s heard about me, but please don’t let my cute face fool her. I have thrown hands with plenty of hoes behind Chauncey, and I’m currently 5-0 with any bitch that had the audacity to be vocal about fucking with Chauncey.
I didn’t come back to Teflon Hills for this, but I will rock a bitch to sleep quick for attempting to step to me about some bullshit, and she will be lying back there with this nigga, she’s screaming she was with.
I’m sure she’s one of the many hoes that Chauncey’s been dealing with since I’ve been gone. The small glance I got of her. She’s not weighing up to me on any fucking day.
She’s basic like the rest of the bitches, cheap ass lace front, dramatic edges- oh my gosh, I could go on, but I ain’t. Thank God for these dark tents. Bitches need to have a seat and not one close to me.
I got up from my seat because I needed some fresh air. I started walking toward the exit. I had to walk past this hoe, and this bitch was still looking at me. It’s not a bitch breathing who can make me feel uncomfortable, especially when it comes to Chauncey.
I left his ass; it wasn’t the other way around. I don’t give a fuck how much paper this nigga has, but he must respect me. It’s all or nothing with me every fucking time.
“Hey, it’s Rhy, right?”
This hoe has the nerve to fucking stop me. On my momma, this bitch is going to fucking regret it. The choice is hers. I hope she makes the right decision, because if not, it’s officially up, and I’m not letting up.
I’m already in defense mode because I know this hoe has some shit to say about this nigga.
I really don’t want to fucking hear it, bitch.
Tell me who the fucking shooter is. That’s all I want to know so I can send Simmy and the crew to handle their business.
I looked at this hoe and smiled with my resting bitch face.
This hoe knows exactly who the fuck I am, or else she wouldn’t have asked.
“Yes, it’s Rhyan Benyeir. Do you know me?” This hoe started smacking her teeth, being extra as fuck.
“No, I don’t know you, but I do know Chauncey.”
This hoe knows Chauncey… Of course, she does. I knew it. I can’t even sit in the waiting room without one of Chauncey’s hoes acting entitled.
These hoes never know their place with this nigga until I start chin-checking and smashing fucking faces.
It’s shit like this that’s one of the reasons I didn’t want to come here, because I don’t want to deal with this right here.
I promise the year I’ve been away from Chauncey has been so peaceful.
“And what the fuck does that have to do with me? I could have sworn Chauncey’s mother sent his HOES home, so why the fuck are you still lingering around?”
“HOE… I’m more than Chauncey’s HOE.”
Oh, she’s a proud-ass hoe. It’s show time, hoe… I need good lighting; I’m sure these hoes have their cameras rolling. It’s about to get really ugly in this motherfucka.
And just for the record, this hoe started it with me. I will finish whatever the fuck she thinks this is. This hoe is getting loud now. I’ll let it be known I’m the loudest bitch in this fucking waiting room.
I swear I didn’t want it to come to this, but I’m not about to let no bitch check me behind this nigga, whom I still got papers on.
“Aye, hoe… Let me be clear. I’m sure you’re one of Chauncey’s many hoes. A few of y’all hoes were here tonight. Do us both a favor and play your fucking position, then get the fuck out of my face.
This waiting room is as good as it gets for you. I don’t give a fuck what you may think you are to this nigga, but you know who the fuck I am to this NIGGA. I’m his fucking WIFE, hoe.”
“Girl, please, you are his ex-wife.”
“You think you know a lot, but you don’t know enough, hoe. Chauncey ain’t got the nuts that you hoes love to suck to make me his fucking ex-wife, bitch.”
This hoe started to say something else. I’m not sure what the fuck this bitch heard about me, but I’m not doing too much fucking talking. I’m finna let my hands straighten this hoe out.
I smashed this hoe right in her fucking face. I hit this bitch so quick she didn’t even see me coming, because she was doing too much fucking talking. She tried to gather herself quickly. Aye hoe, this ain’t fucking that. Put up or shut the fuck up.
“I said what the fuck I said, hoe, bitch. Do you have anything else you would like to say?”
Crickets—what the fuck, I thought. I felt a pair of strong arms pulling me off this hoe. I pushed whoever it was trying to keep me from beating her ass away.
Please don’t save this hoe. She wanted to be seen so fucking bad, and now motherfuckas can really see her lying on the fucking floor. I’m tired of addressing these hoes behind this nigga.
“Damn Rhy, you can’t chill even for a fucking minute.”
“Excuse me…”
I should’ve known it was Simmy. The niggas with him picked that hoe up off the ground and pushed her outside the hospital. As they fucking should’ve.
They should’ve cleared these hoes before I pulled up. The security guards pulled Simmy aside. Simmy pulled out two wads of cash from his pockets and handed them to the security guards.
Simmy started walking toward me, so much for stepping outside to get some fresh air. Damn, it’s always smoke with this nigga.
“Aye, Rhy, what the fuck was that shit all about… This hospital ain’t the place for that shit, man. Sumn told me to slide back through to see what was up before I decided to take my ass home to my wife.”
Now isn’t the time for Simmy to start playing dumb. I didn’t smash on this hoe for nothing. This hoe was begging for attention, and I gave it to her.
“Simmy, I have only been here for about 2 hours.”
I knew I was going to have to straighten a few hoes, but I didn’t expect it to be tonight.
“I know.”
“I only came here because of you.”
One of the main reasons I left Chauncey’s ass is shit like this. I know I’m not the toughest bitch, but I’m far from the fucking weakest. I’ve put up with a lot of shit from Chauncey, but these bitches being disrespectful isn’t one of them.
The hoes better stay in their fucking place and play their position, because the moment these bitches decide to get loud and proud, I’mma put these bitches down every fucking time.
“I know.”
“Simmy, understand me when I say this. I’m not tolerating shit when it comes to Chauncey’s hoes. I’m not the one fucking them. I’m sure I’m the last person Chauncey wants to see.”
“Nah, Chauncey wants to see you.”
Chauncey can’t want to see me if he has a stable of bitches in the waiting room.