The Worst (Unthinkable)

The Worst

I couldn't even find a word that accurately described the shit.

"I'm gone go over there to get my shit since y'all couldn't and she'll never see me again"

I couldn't send nobody over there to get my clothes and jewelry because that would've been putting her in danger.

I don't know why after all this fuck shit I still felt the need to protect her but I did, even though she doesn't deserve it.

"Yo I swear you better not get back with her, I don't care if the bitch sent a million letters, she shot you, twice!"

It was safe to say that star hated her along with henny. Everybody else just didn't care for her but that didn't stop them from making me have to talk all of them out of going over to her spot and harming her, including rio who was the hardest to get through too.

"You think I would get back with her after this shit? I hated her for a split second too shit. I would never"

As far as I was concerned there was never a "us" fuck that girl.

Taking a deep pull from the stuffed backwood I relax in my seat.

I wasn't supposed to be smoking but I literally needed to smoke so I could be calm and collected, I didn't have time to be flashing out and going back to prison.

I got out 6 months parole but I knew how to temporarily clean my system of weed and if it came down to it I would just seduce my parole officer, she was fine and fit for a 40 year old and I lowkey wanted to dibble and dabble with her anyways.

"I'm just warning you cause if you do I'm beating the shit out of you and her" She shrugs.

"First of all, I'm giving you a run for ya money, second you will never have to worry about that. Now drop me off at alexis spot"

Belcalis Almanzar
Manhattan, New York

I stared at the door not even wanting to knock cause I was high, fresh off a couple nuts feeling too good and I knew as soon as my eyes set on her my whole mood was gone sour.

But I needed my shit, raising my hand I balled my fist knocking three times.

She had moved to a modern brownstone in Manhattan, she told me in one of the letters mid my sentence.

I wasn't surprised, she was a successful ass doctor and I knew she had PTSD from what she did to me so she couldn't stomach staying at her old spot.

She took all my shit with her though and I was grateful cause she could've threw everything out.

I softly sigh hearing the familiar light footsteps approaching the door.

The door slowly opens and I freeze seeing her again, she had my old black hoodie on with some spandex looking just as beautiful as when I last seen her even with the bags under her eyes.

Her eyes spoke a million words as I drifted into a daze.

Every moment from the night I met her at starlets to that tragic night raced through my mind.

"I'm just here to get my shit" I blurt before I could get too deep in thought.

She nods looking at the floor holding the door to let me in.

Stepping in I waited until she closed and locked the door before following behind her.

I didn't trust her walking behind me and I didn't know her house anyways.