Page 61 of On Everything
“Ahh.” I scoffed.
“I am not drunk, trust me.”
My slurring words wasn’t helping my case.
“You something, but trust me, you’re good with me. I’m going to take care of you. You can get drunk as you want, high as whatever and you still safe.”
“Hov, thank you for real.”
He nodded his head to acknowledge me, and I smiled back placing my hand on his smooth, tatted forearm. This was probably the first time I ever initiated contact on him. Normally it was him wrapping his arms around me or invading all of my personal space.
“You smell so good.”
I leaned my head against his shoulder hoping to be engulfed in the scent. People just don't understand what a good cologne can do to someone else's senses. It heightens them and makes them pay attention. At least it was that way for me with Hov right now. To think it’s my birthday and he’s the one demanding all the attention in the car without even trying to. He’s a magnetic force if I’ve never been around one.
The car wasn't moving for a good minute, but when we started coasting his car started to feel more and more like a spaceship. My stomach started to churn with every motion and each time he leaned into the wheel, I felt like my stomach gotmore and more uneasy. When I felt my insides getting hot and I started to sweat, I knew what this meant immediately.
“Hov?”
“What’s up mama?”
“Pull the car over, now.” I could barely get out my words before I was projectile vomiting all over his dashboard.
Hov pulled the car over and I opened the door leaning out and throwing up my soul up onto the concrete below.
“What the fuck going on over there! Eww, that bitch throwing up”
A man shouted across the street, and I heard Hov’s door shut.
“Mind your fuckin’ business before I come over there and beat your ass!”
“My bad, my bad big money. Have a blessed day”
He shouted before Hov stood in front of me.
“Fuckin feens.” He mumbled.
Once I’d thrown up every piece of the oxtail mac and cheese I ate earlier, I was scared to look up at Hov who was standing right in front of me.
“You alright mama? Here, drink this.” He handed me the water he had sitting in his cup holder. I chugged the bottle fast as hell and then threw it down on the concrete next to that nasty ass pile of my guts that I just threw up.
“I’m sorry Hov, I’m so sorry.”
Drunk tears ran down my face and he chuckled while wiping them off.
“It's okay. Shit happens. Do you have energy to keep your day going or are you too sick to go somewhere else?”
“I honestly think I need to just go home and lay down. My head is spinning like a tornado right now.”
“But you wasn’t drunk tho.”
He smirked.
“But lay back and relax shorty.”
He held my shoulder and leaned me back in the seat. I was shaking my head slowly and crying as the car started moving when Hov took off. He was right, and I am drunk and the more I try to fight it, the more it started to win. Within seconds I was drifting off to sleep, unable to keep my eyes open any longer. With the cool air sailing from the vents, and the leather seats so soft I see why Lil Wayne made a song about them. I was out like a light within a few blocks, and that’s because I felt completely safe with him. Why I still don’t know.
The next morning
