SCOOTER
I paced the floor as I waited for someone to come and tell me if Porsha was good.
When I woke up this morning and saw her car smashed up on the news, that shit broke me.
Porsha and I's relationship was toxic; the threats made between us were empty. I knew Porsha and I would never be together like that, but she was a nigga’s friend.
She had held me down when needed, and the fucked-up part is I knew she had no one.
I ran my hand through my hair when the nurse came walking out.
I didn’t let her fully step into the lobby before I met her where she was.
She looked up at me, then down at the paper in her hand.
“Sir, I cannot disclose anything to you. I would need to speak to a, ah,” she paused as she looked down again.
I snapped. I popped the paper and knocked it out of her hand. “Fuck the paper lady. That girl back there doesn’t have a family. Those people don’t give a shit about her, so why do you think you can’t get a hold of them? I am her only family. So please. A nigga is begging, tell me she is ok.”
The nurse swallowed hard as she reached down to pick the paper up. This time, when she looked at me, she still hadn’t said anything, but her head shake told me all I needed to know. “Fuucck!” I shouted.
I couldn’t believe this shit. Porsha was dead.
How was this happening when I’d just talked to her?
My head was fucked up. I had called to give her some exciting news, and now she was gone.
Shit, a nigga didn’t have anybody for real now.
Keith was off to college, parents don’t know where they are, and now a nigga’s only friend.
My phone vibrated, and I pulled it out to check, and it was from Beans. Mison somehow came through like he said, and now I couldn’t even enjoy the fucking moment. Beans was giving me an hour to get to the studio and I couldn’t even function. Hell, I didn’t know if I had it in me even to spit bars.
What I did know was this was my only way out of the Cove.