Page 43 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
“I think he’s tryna stick to the narrative that you stole yours from him. I’m not sure if it’s for publicity or what.”
“Anybody that believes that shit is just fucking stupid.”
“I’m tryna get my hands on the recipe or at least one of the bottles so we can test it out. I’ll let you know what else I come up with.”
“A’ight.”
The line went dead. I looked up, Wren’s ass was posing with another nigga to take a picture. When was she gon’ learn that these niggas weren’t taking pictures with her because they thought she was cute. They wanted to fuck the shit outta her and was gon’ imagine themselves doing it later when they beat their dicks.
I shoved buddy right on out the way and snatched the phone from Aria’s gullible lil hands.
“If y’all take one mo’ fucking picture, the next picture you gon’ have is on a t-shirt,” I warned them and lunged the phone across the building. “Let’s fucking go.” Gripping Wren by the forearm, I dragged her ass toward some booths so that she can look at a few things before we leave.
As we were standing at one of the booths, I heard, “That’s him right there,” come from behind me. When I turned around, buddy who phone I threw was standing there with the security. By then Aria caught on to what was happening.
“He can’t come to the next convention. He’s about to get us thrown out of here,” Aria said, folding her arms over her chest.
The security took one look at me and asked him, “You sure it was him?” Nigga looked like he was a good two-eighty. The only way I was gon’ be able to get rid of him was if I return his ass to sender.
Sighing, Wren said, “Let’s just go.”
“Nah, this nigga seems like he got a problem, so I’m finna address it,” I told her and went over to where they stood. “Wassup?” I slid my hands into my pockets and read them as best as I could.
“Oh nothing. I think he just tripping,” the guard responded. I knew right then and there that he had to know who I was.
“I’m tripping?” Dude poked himself in the chest. This man threw my fucking phone. Are you gon’ do something about it or not?”
“I’ll handle this,” the guard said and gripped the man by the arm.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
The security pulled him away from us toward the exit. “You were saying?” I asked Aria and she rolled her eyes and walked off.
Tyree
My head banged with every pound that came from the front door. I sat up in bed and the room spun. Closing my eyes, I held my head.
Hopefully, when I open my eyes again, the room will stop spinning.
I opened my eyes and everything was still, but the banging on the front door didn’t stop. Tossing the covers back, I climbed out of bed, stepping over empty liquor bottles as I made my way to the hallway. Whoever was at the door, obviously wasn’t going away if they were still knocking.
Finally, I made it to the door and pulled it open. The sun blinded me where I couldn’t even see who was on the porch. My body was pushed out the way and Trayvon entered the house. I massaged my temples.
“What time is it?”
“Five in the fucking evening. Why the fuck are you still sleep?” His eyes scanned the living room. “Why you ain’t cleaned up shit? What the fuck do you have going on?”
“I really don’t feel like hearing this right now.” Shutting the door, I headed for the kitchen, and he caught me by the wrist.
“Are you fucking high?” Trayvon gripped me by the face and stared me into the eyes. I snatched away from him.
“Don’t you got something else better to do?” I mugged him.
“Yo’ ass fucking high. I should’ve know when you fucking disappeared. Haven’t you learned from yo’ past mistakes? I guess you haven’t if you’re still drinking and getting high.” He kicked one of the empty liquor bottles and it rolled across the floor.
“Stop trying to lecture me like you my fucking dad.” I knew that stung him to the heart, but right now, I don’t care. All I want is for him to leave me alone—at any cost.
“’Cause I know you’re high out yo’ got damn mind and you going through something is why I’m not gon’ slap the shit out of yo’ ass right now. You really need to get yo’ shit together. Where the fuck you getting drugs from in the first place?”
