FOE
Harvey and I stepped into the house, and the first thing I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her and love on her.
I wanted her to know that a nigga wasn’t choosing anybody, but also that the love I had for my family, despite their wrongs, would always be there.
I knew Harvey had come from a place where she didn’t know what family was, and I wanted to give her that.
She tried to walk upstairs, but I grabbed her wrist to pull her back, “Harvey, what the fuck! So, you’re not going to talk to me?”
She snatched her hand away, “Talk about what? Huh? How your sister is dogging me the fuck out? How you brought her back here, knowing damn well she didn’t like me, and basically told me to get over it. You don’t get to do that.”
I ran my hand down my face because Harvey and I had never gotten to this point.
The way she was acting was pissing me off.
I already had the shit with Monfua going on, checking my sister, and my mom pops up, the last thing I needed was to be beefing with my fucking girl.
One minute felt too long to respond to her, so she went upstairs. “Fuck!” I shouted.
As I skipped steps behind her. “What the fuck do you want me to do?” I started. “You want me to abandon my family? You want me to never talk to them again. Harvey, look, this shit is not easy. I’m fucking trying I’m—”
She threw her hand up. I was expecting some tears.
I was expecting that softer side of Harvey to appear.
Instead, her eyes bore into mine with anger, “I want you to do whatever the fuck you feel like you need to do. I’ve supported you through everything, even your fucked up decisions.
All I asked was that you have my back and respect our space,” she paused as she pointed to herself.
“Me, I would never bring someone here that I know doesn’t like you.
The moment they even utter a word about my nigga, I’m checking their ass at the door. ”
I threw both hands in the air, “She’s my fucking sister!” I shouted loudly.
Harvey didn’t even jump. Her lips curled together as she nodded her head.
“And that’s why I walked away. I would never make you choose, but at least I would have expected you to defend me.
Don’t fucking follow me. Go do what you do best, fight niggas,” she said before she slammed the bedroom door in my fucking face.
“Fuck is that supposed to mean!” I barked. “Huh!”
I could hear her shouting through the door. “Monfua! I know you fought him. It’s funny how you shamed your sister, but both of you are just alike. Leave me the fuck alone, Foe!”
I was mad as fuck. I was doing my best to maintain my composure. Every time the thunder cracked, I got angrier. It was as if God knew what I was feeling, and for every jab he gave, there was the thunder reminding me that he was in charge.
I jogged downstairs to calm myself down.
Every time I thought I was calm, the replay of Harvey slamming the door in my face played in my head.
I snatched one of my pre-rolls from my drawer and lit it.
I didn’t know whether I wanted to go shoot up some shit or run back upstairs and fuck her while she was mad.
Pace. Smoke. Pace. Smoke.
Family or girl? Girl or family?
Pace. Smoke. Pace. Smoke.
Why couldn’t I have both? Why couldn’t they get along?
Pace. Smoke. Pace. Smoke.
The vision of Harvey crying invaded my thoughts.
I was losing it by the second. She and I had come way too far for this shit.
We’ve dealt with the ridicule of our decision to be together, and there was no fucking way I was losing Harvey to some bullshit.
I stuck the blunt between my lips as I went upstairs.
I swung the door open, but she wasn’t in the room. “The fuck?”
That’s when I heard the music coming from the bathroom.
I walked over, stood in the doorway, and watched Harvey’s naked body through the glass as she showered.
I watched as she let the steamy water cascade over her body, how her head tilted back, absorbing all of the water’s love.
I loved her like that, too. I felt like the love I have for Harvey cascaded around her, but it was obvious she thought otherwise.
I pulled on my blunt as my eyes became fixated on her.
I began to question if I was truly making her happy.
Did my actions cause this? The smoke and the steam kissed each other as she and I had so many times.
Her head lifted to turn toward the foggy glass.
I knew she couldn’t see me on the other side, but I saw her. “Myles?” she called out.
I wanted to answer her. Hell, I wanted to be in there with her. However, I was choosing to try, so I backed out of the bathroom, giving her the space she needed.