Page 21 of Typa
“You my brother. I have every right to be angry though. I don’t have to talk to you, Mythic. Quit fucking talking to me. I’m not in the fucking mood for conversation. Your actions didn’t affect just you, but you don’t think about nobody else. If it’s good for Mythic, fuck everybody else. Seven showed yo’ ass how he was coming though. You better thank God for Maui, Philly, and Dad. He would have taken your ass out of here.”
“Well, he should have fucking did it anyway. I ain’t got no-fucking-body now. The woman that means the world to me ain’t fucking with me no more. I won’t get to be in my child’s life either. What the fuck I need to be alive for? Get the fuck out, man. Real shit. I don’t need you. Fuck this shit. I’m going home.”
I stood from the bed, feeling the heaviness of my arm and how much that shit hurt.
“Mythic, sit down. Quit gaslighting. Whenever somebody tell you about yourself, you get all defensive and wanna write everybody off.”
“Because I’m sick of hearing the shit! I know I fucked up! I don’t need the constant reminders about that shit!”
I looked around the room for what I needed at home. I snatched the pills from the nightstand and shoved them in my pocket, then got my keys, phone, and wallet from the dresser. If I had to open pill bottles with my fucking teeth, that was what I would do. Carter could kiss my fucking ass. As I was about to walk by him, he stepped in front of me. “Go get back in bed, man.”
“I can fuck you up with one arm. Get out the way.”
He took a deep breath and grabbed me by the neck, causing me to backpedal and pushed me to the bed. “You forgot who I am, didn’t you? I said sit the fuck down. I apologize for kicking you while you’re down. Now I gotta fix these pillows all over again.”
I huffed loudly, still not wanting to stay. My arm felt like it was being sawed off. I just wanted to overdose on pain pills and put myself out of my misery.
“Maui is okay. She was threatening to go into premature labor for a little while, but she seems to be doing okay now. She’s no longer on bedrest. That first week you were in the hospital was hell on her. She still loves you. I don’t know what the fuck she see in you, but she definitely gotta be one of God’s angels to see any good in yo’ ass,” he said with a smirk.
I shot him the finger. I wasn’t in a playful mood. I needed to be with Maui. I needed to be able to rub her belly and soothe her worries. “How long was I in the hospital?”
He frowned slightly. “You don’t remember?”
“All the days are running together.”
“Almost two weeks. They practically had to reconstruct your arm to save it. That gun almost blew that muthafucka right off your body.”
I pulled the pills from my pocket as my phone slid to the floor. Carter bent over and got it. “I should have kicked you in your fucking face while you was bent over.”
A smirk formed on his lips. We fought all the time growing up. He thought he was Dad’s favorite and used to rub that shit in my face all the time. As an adult, I knew that he spent more time with Dad because he was learning to bull ride. He was a natural born kiss up. After setting it on the nightstand, he took my wallet and keys from me and put them on the dresser. He got me resituated, then asked, “You want something to eat?”
“Naw.”
“A’ight. I’ll be back with some water.”
I nodded, thinking about how fucked up I was. Adrian had been blowing up my phone, wondering where the fuck I was, I was sure. I still had some dope at my house that I was supposed to sell. Looking at the time on the TV, I saw that it was almosttwo o’clock. PJ always stayed watching shit for the Hendersons until two, so I knew he would be on his way here afterward.
I wished he could get Maui to come and see me. I was tired of being without her. That shit was making me depressed and irritable as fuck. That woman was my life, so I didn’t have one without her. When the doorbell rang, I rolled my eyes. I didn’t feel like having visitors. I knew it wasn’t Maui or PJ, so I didn’t give a fuck who it was.
Carter came back to the room with my water and Ace in tow. Ace was a cool nigga. He minded his business for the most part. He was here when they fucked me up. I could tell that shit was hard for him to watch, just like it was for PJ.
“What’s up, nigga?” he said, then shook my good hand.
I just gave him a head nod. I wasn’t sure why he was here, but I supposed he would get to it eventually. He sat on the bed and said, “I thought you were gone, man. That shit fucked with me a lil bit. Seven is my blood, but I know the shit you been on lately. I know you been changing, trying to become a family man for Maui. I just wanted you to know that you still have my respect for how you treated her.”
I nodded at him and closed my eyes. The last person I wanted to start talking about was Maui. I would get all in my fucking feelings, and I refused to do that with him or Carter.
He cleared his throat and said, “Well, I wanted to stop by on my way to H-Town. If you need anything, call, man.”
I didn’t respond to him. I could hear him leaving and talking to Carter about me. The only person I wanted here with me was Maui. No one else would suffice. Since I couldn’t have her, I didn’t need anybody. I almost wished I would have stayed asleep in that coma. I knew Caleb would need me though. Treasure said Vanessa had been checking on me. Maybe since I had to move on, I could try to establish something with her, if she wantedthat. One thing was for certain . . . I wouldn’t make it in this life alone.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and found Maui’s number. When her picture showed up, it felt like a two-ton rock fell on my chest. She was so fucking beautiful. From her honey complexioned, small frame and long hair to the glasses, septum nose ring, and all the flower and butterfly tattoos on her body, she was everything I wanted. I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up and falling down my cheeks. She had me feeling like a weak ass nigga. I knew I’d lost my saving grace forever though. There was no way around it.
When I heard the door open, I quickly tried to wipe my face. Carter froze as he stared at me. I could tell that, in this moment, I wasn’t a disappointment or a thug. I wasn’t the nigga that fucked up his relationship with his woman. I was his little brother, the one he always looked after and made sure was straight. He came to me and said, “Damn, bruh. I ain’t seen you cry since we were kids and you fell off the monkey bars. You good?”
“Naw. I don’t think I’ll ever be good. Y’all should’ve just let me die.”
He sat on the bed and put his arm around me, hugging me tightly. Glancing up at him, I could see the emotion in his eyes. He looked down at me, and said, “You can’t go home. You might try something stupid. Plus, Ace said there were some niggas at your house. They kicked the door in.”
