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Shocked, I looked his ass up and down as I closed the space between us. “Unless you really ‘bout that, I suggest you mind yafucking business, cuz. I’ll drop a body in broad daylight with no issue,” I promised and guaranteed.
I had always been reckless as fuck with my heat in the past, and while I wasn’t as bad anymore, the shit was still in me. By saying that, this bitch ass nigga would get dropped on a normal day, let alone a fucking day where I was already on edge and agitated as fuck.
“Douglas, no.” Banks touched his arm, tugging on it a bit to pull him back.
His eyes were already widened with fright, so when Banks backed my warning, he simply nodded his head stiffly before retreating and walking away.
“Banks—”
“Leave me alone, for real. I’m over it and you. I promise I am. And don’t think you hurt me because I would have to give a fuck for that,” she assured me with one last look before making an about face and sauntering to her Jeep.
I stood there for a bit just watching until Waverley honking my car horn pulled me from my daze. Flipping around, I jogged to my whip and hopped in.
“Sushi?” Waverley asked again, disregarding my former statement about it.
“Yeah.” I grumbled, not in the mood to debate with her.
Pulling out of the lot, I tried to push the interaction with Banks to the depths of my mind, but it wasn’t working. On the contrary, I kept replaying her words over and over and over until I felt like I was suffocating.
Blinking rapidly, I attempted to catch my breath as I drove, but the effort to do such a simple task became more difficult, alarming Waverley.
“Willow?” she whispered.
“Hol-hold on,” I struggled to say as I pulled over on the street, throwing my shit in park against the curb.
“Willow!” Waverley screeched as I gripped my chest, laborious breaths escaping a nigga as if I’d been submerged under water.
I felt panic consume me as I looked over at my baby sister who’d snatched my phone from the cupholder to dial 911. I had to have been dying or having a heart attack. I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t breathe, making me hop out of my car in hysteria. A car driving by swerved, honking at me in irritation for almost getting my fucking block knocked off.
Time flew by, though it felt like seconds because as soon as I gripped the trunk of my vehicle, eyes bucked as I struggled to breathe, an ambulance pulled up, and two EMTs forced me onto a gurney before wheeling me into the back and helping Waverley inside.
“My-my car—” I struggled to say.
“I texted Free,” Waverley let me know, touching my hand just before the oxygen mask was applied to my face.
HOURS LATER . . .
“How are you feeling, Mr. Harris?” Someone by the name of Dr. Mueller entered the hospital room as soon as I was fully dressed.
After bringing me in, running all types of tests and other bullshit, they’d come to the conclusion that a nigga was fine.
“I’m straight. Can I go? I think that shit was a fluke.”
Pressing the clipboard to his legs, he replied, “You had a panic attack.”
“I think that’s for white folks,” I said. “But appreciate the help.” I started for the door and opened it.
“Did something happen to trigger it?” he prodded, making me pause in the opening of the doorway.
“Nah.” I vented a breath, shaking my head. I wasn’t about to mention the shit with Banks. “Just got a lot on my plate like most black men, Doc. Be easy.” I continued out of the door, running both hands down my face in angst.
I guess it was a good thing Banks didn’t wanna fuck with me if she was causing a nigga to have panic attacks and shit.
ONE WEEK LATER . . .
Leaned back in my driver’s seat, I peered out the window, staring at Banks’s townhome while inhaling on the blunt. I’d been out here for the past twenty minutes, debating if I wanted to try my hand at speaking to her ass again.
On one hand, I missed the fuck out of her and the bond we’d built. Life had been gloomy since she’d snatched that shit away or since I’d intentionally made her do the shit. Same time, she had too much control over a nigga’s feelings, and I wasn’t used to that shit.
