Chapter 15: Chain Snatch Pt. 2

Congratulations to Nicki Minaj for winning Best Hip-Hop Video at the VMAs for Super Bass. Fly is EPIC.. well done. Congrats to Beyonce & Jay-Z on the offspring. Go cop Tha Carter IV.                                                                                                                                                           
                                                                                                                          Cooncerely,
                                                                                                                                         Green & Purp

          I’m layin’ here starrin’ up at the ceilin’ feelin’ so much shit. Shit I promised not to let myself feel again. ‘Specially not cause of her. ‘Is it really, Safaree? Or am I just a good nut?’ was all that kept replayin’ in my head. Can’t believe she would say some shit like that, and to me. Like I’m just some common nigga, that she don’t know in and out. Like anything even close to that would ever cross my mind, and about her. ‘Is it really, Safaree? Or am I just a good nut?’ Fuck outta here. Thinkin’ I was just gone let that shit slide to please her. What would even make her say somethin’ so spiteful? I mean, she’s hit me low before, but never that low. Was it somethin’ I said? Nope. Was it was somethin’ I did? Nah. If anybody could read her body, I could. ‘Is it really, Safaree? Or am I just a good nut?’ Maybe SHE looks at me that way. Guilty ass. Swear bein’ in this game makes her more and more like these nigga every day. I was cool with it at first. That’s when she was tryna make the world see she was just as good, shit, betta than most of ‘em. She had to toughen up, I couldn’t block everything that was thrown her way, even if she’d let me. But now, it’s like she’s becomin’ one of ‘em. At least that’s the way I see it. ‘Is it really, Safaree? Or am I just a good nut?’ I know one thang’s fo sho… I won’t be her bitch.

          I stayed in bed most of the day, only getting’ up a couple times to take a piss. I knew she probably wouldn’t apologize, but she hadn’t even come to see if I was alright. It’s cool. Gurrrrrrrr. Fuck. My stomach was tryna hold a conversation and shit. I got up, threw on a shirt and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. As soon as I finished, the door rung.

          “I got it!” Caiah yelled. Great. I went to the other side of my bed and picked up my phone. Damn, it was a lil after seven. As I approached my door to leave out I heard some voices. It was Candi and Lauren. I opened the door and slugged down the hallway. I passed her room and her door was cracked. I didn’t see her in it.

          “Yo, where’s Nicki?” Lauren asked. Oh, guess she’s in her bathroom then.

          “And Safaree?” Candi added.

          “She’s been in her room all day.” Caiah said. I saw him hanging his head when I came around the corner. Candi pulled him in and rubbed his back.

          “What’s up with you, Rudeness?” Lauren addressed me.

          “I’m not in the mood.” I said shootin’ her a glare before I went in the fridge.

          “Well, excuse the fuck out of me.” She replied. I wonder what lil man ate since Nic was in bed all day. I couldn’t find anything that looked good so I closed the door, turnin’ around to see all eyes on me. Why the fuck was Caiah mean muggin’ me tho?

          “Yall, got somethin’ to say?” I was hungry and irritated.

          “Trust if I had somethin’ to say, I would.” Lauren responded.

“Nah son. But you lookin’ like you feelin’ some type of way.” Candi said. That’s why she my coon for life, know how to read a nigga. I was just about to respond when I noticed Caiah still muggin’. Come to think about it, he been wildin’ since he got here.

“Yo, what the hell is yo problem?” The girls looked confused until they noticed where I was lookin’. What’s crazy is that their faces twisted even more after they saw his.

“You!” Caiah said, lookin’ as if he wanted to hurt me.

What? Now I was confused. “Nigga you betta watch ya tone.”

          “And if I don’t?” Caiah challenged.

          “Micaiah.” Candi advised him.

          “Nah-“  I started, about to put him in his place, until Nicki came in and cut me off.

          “What’s goin’ on?” She asked lookin’ at them like I wasn’t in the room. Shit, she wanna be childish, well I can too. When nobody answered she spoke again. “So y’all wanna make all that noise, but when I ask a simple question, y’all get quiet?”

          “Uhm, why were you in bed all day?” Candi answered.

          “Can, don’t try to change the subject.” Nicki told her.

          “It’s nothin too serious, you know how Caiah’s been in a bad mood lately.” Nicki nodded her head, comprehending.

          “Must run in the family.” I said under my breath.

          “If you got something to say, SPEAK UP!” Nicki said in a loud aggravated tone. How she gone get mad at me like I started it?

          “Wow, let me guess, you think it’s my fault.”

          “Did I say that?”

          “You ain’t have to.” Shit, yo attitude did.

          “And you don’t have to make smart ass comments.”

          “Yo stop talking to me.” I told her, before I turned my back on her to get some juice. That made her really mad. She started rantin’ about how I don’t listen or take things seriously. Man I wanted to say ‘Huh?’ or joke about something just to piss her off, but I knew that’s what she wanted me to do. So she could say ‘SEE’. Even though she know I be playin’.

          “This is cute and all, but I’m hungry. And I’m sure Pork Chop is too.” Lauren interjected. We all looked at him. He was lookin’ guiltier than Casey Anthony. That bitch. I wanted to feel sympathy, but shit, he started it and I still don’t know what tip.

          “We’ll be back, hopefully y’all will have kissed and made up by then.” Candi said, closin’ the front door behind her. Really tho, in front of da kid? Somethin’ gots to be in the water.

          “He knows.” Nicki told me. But what exactly? “He walked in on us the day he got here.” She added, soundin’ more than ashamed. Damn, that would explain his attitude.

“Why didn’t you let me know?”

“Why would I? He’s MY liddo brother?” I gave her my dead face, but I guess the effect’s gone. “Don’t act like you care, Safaree.”

“Damn, Nicki. Why the fuck you keep tryna play me?” I yelled.

“First of all, calm all that noise DOWN. Second, don’t start cause I’m not in the mood. And third, MOVE.” She said, pushin’ pass me towards her room. I followed her, blockin’ the door when she tried to close it. I didn’t care about her tantrum, I was going to get some things off my chest. She hopped in her bed, lettin’ out a big dramatic huff while pullin’ the covers over her head.

“JUST LISTEN.” I began. I was surprised she stayed quiet cause she hates when I talk to her like that. “Me carin’ ain’t a act. I know he’s ya brotha and that you upset, but that don’t mean I don’t care. Shit, I’m sorry that Caiah found out that way too, but there was somethin’ behind the way you said it. I don’t know what’s been up with you lately, but whateva it is, it’s probably the reason you didn’t tell me in the first place.” I hesitated for a brief second before continuin’. “It’s great when you honest, but when you say spiteful shit like, I only want you for the sex, that’s fucked up. That you would even think that, and even if you didn’t really mean it, say it. You know how I feel about you, Nicki.” I said, scooting closer. “But damn, you act like I’m not here for you day in and day out. Like I’m just using you. When we both know that you won’t let me get any closer.” I had so many things rushin’ through my mind. Years of shit that I just let build up. I felt her adjust. “How do you think that makes me feel?” I asked. No answer. Expected. “I BEEN ready to give you my all, but you don’t want it unless I do it your way.” Man, this feels good. “It’s always about what you want, and I tried, but I’m tired.” I really am. “I mean, there’s only so much you can give and take. It makes me think you don’t appreciate me.” I heard her sigh. “Do you even care?” I waited for about  2 minutes and every second that passed was a stab to my heart.

“Fuck it then.” I said. I was done tryin’, period. As I got up to leave I saw the chain I gave her sittin’ on her dresser right where I’d tossed it. That really fucked me up. She hadn’t even put it away with her other shit. Just gone leave it layin’ there like it didn’t mean nothin’ to her. I snatched it up and stormed out, slammin’ the door behind me.