by J Peach
“Somebody call the police!” I heard someone yell before a man came over trying to grab Parker.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch him!” I pushed the man back. Now they asses wanted to intervene after Parker started beating his ass. These mothafuckas wasn’t shit.
Even though I pushed him away, I didn’t want Parker to get arrested out there in Merrillville. Those white cops were not going to play with him because he was black.
I grabbed Parker’s shirt and tried to pull him back. “Bae, let’s go!”
“Get the fuck off of me!” He yanked away from me and continued to stomp on Martell.
“Bae, stop!” I yelled, snatching on him again. He swirled around on me fast. I jumped back, scared that he was going to knock my ass out.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me!” he snapped at me.
This mothafucka is crazy!
“Fuck this pussy ass nigga,” he said as he stomped on Martell again. “Bitch ass nigga, you gon’ touch her ass, my nigga?” He was pissed.
“They called the police! He ain’t even worth it! Let’s go!” I moved in front of him and pushed him back, away from Martell.
“I don’t give a fuck! Syn, move!”
“Well I do! Now, come on!” I pushed him back and then grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the door. It was a struggle trying to pull his big ass, but I managed to get him out. Once we were outside, I grabbed his keys from his pocket and then pushed him to the passenger side of the truck. “Get in!” I yelled at him as I heard the police sirens coming. When we both got in, I quickly started the truck and pulled off.
Chapter 19
Angel
“I can’t believe yo ass just did that in there!” Yes, he had a good reason to flip out on Martell, but to do it in there with a room full of people wasn’t good at all. “God! This is what the fuck I’m talking about, Parker,” I fussed at him as I quickly pulled in front of a car, causing them to blow their horn.
For the first time since we got out of the restaurant, I looked over at him. It was then that I noticed the blood running from his lip and the reddening mark to his jaw. “Parker, what happened to your face?” I gripped his chin and turned his face toward me. He looked like he was in a fight, which he was, but I know for sure Martell didn’t do that to him. He didn’t even get a lick in.
Parker jerked away from me. “Syn, don’t touch me right now, i’ight? Just shut the fuck up and drive,” he snapped.
This nigga done lost his whole mind. “Don’t fuckin’ snap at me! Now what happened to yo face?” I turned into the Hilton Garden Inn where Meka was staying for the weekend. I parked the truck and turned toward Parker, but he opened the door and got out, slamming the door closed behind him.
Without warning he came around to my side and snatched the door open, then he pulled me out of the truck. “Go in there with Meka, I’ll be back.” Parker then hopped into the truck and was about to close the door, but I stopped it.
“Where are you going?” I knew damn well he wasn’t about to leave me there and go back up there.
“Don’t worry about it, just get yo ass up to the room. I’ll be back,” he snapped. Then he pushed me back and slammed the door in my face. The truck suddenly shifted as he put it in gear.
That’s when I opened the back door then jumped in. “Well, I’m going with you,” I said simply.
He looked back at me. “Get the fuck out. Man, damn, you pissing me off, for real.”
“No! If you’re going to do something stupid then I’m going with you.” My eyes rolled before they landed on Parker, showing him just how serious I was. I didn’t care for his attitude in the lease bit, but I wasn’t leaving his side. He would literally have to drag me out of the truck.
Parker pushed his door open and came to mine. I quickly locked it. “Syn, get the fuck out of the truck!” He reached in the front and unlocked the door.
“No! I’m going with you. So stop,” I locked the door again.
“You playing too fuckin’ much.” He took the keys out of the ignition and unlocked the doors.
I moved quickly to climb in the front, but I wasn’t fast enough as Parker grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back onto the seat. “Get the fuck out!” He pulled me out of the truck and then slammed the door shut.
Now he was taking shit too far. I had just gotten my sew-in done for my birthday and he wanted to pull on my shit. “I swear to God you better let my damn hair go.” He muffed my head to the side as he let me go. I turned around and punched him. “Yo ass ain’t got nann nother time to fuckin’ yank on me like that or I swear I’ll shoot the fuck outda you,” I slapped him hard across his face.
“Man,” he jumped at me.
I jerked back hard, thinking he was about to hit me. I swung on him again, but missed. “You need to calm yourself down because you’re not scaring me.”
“I’m not trying to hurt you, just take yo ass in the hotel, man, damn.” He moved back toward the truck.
I picked my purse up off of the ground and pulled out the nine inch knife, opening it. I pressed it to his tire. “Parker, you’re not leaving unless I’m going with you. Baby, I promise I will flatten your tire.” I got that he was pissed, but damn, there should never have been that much anger in a person.
He had done already beat Martell’s ass, some of that rage should have left him by now. But it hadn’t. The fury still showed all over his face and all throughout his body. Parker was in straight beast mode and he looked like he was ready to tear some shit up.
Regardless of that, I wasn’t about to let him run off halfcocked in a city he knew nothing about. Especially not to go after a nigga he done beat the shit out of.
“Parker, please,” I pleaded with him as I walked closer to him. “We can stand here all day and do this if you want, but I’m not about to let you go off on your own. If you wanna go find Martell then I’m going with you. And even if you do leave me here, I’m going to follow you. So don’t be stupid and run off because you’re pissed. Sit back and think first. Please.” He was no longer huffing and puffing at me. Even so, the mean glare remained on his face. “Now, will you come up to Meka’s room with me so we can tell her she’s going to be an aunt? Or are we leaving?”
He didn’t say anything for a long time and I thought he was seriously going to hop in the truck and pull off on me, but he didn’t. Instead, he hit the alarm button on the truck and walked past me toward the hotel.
When we made it inside we went straight to the elevator. Parker got in and didn’t say anything. I pressed the number two for our floor then turned to look at him. “Can you tell me what happened to your face?” I went to touch his bottom lip, but his head moved back, out of my reach. “Look, you’re not pissed at me so don’t take your anger and throw it my way. And I’m not going to leave you alone because I don’t want you to go out and do anything stupid.” The elevator dinged and the door opened. Parker went to move around me, but I stepped in his way.
“Angel, move.”
I had every mind to say fuck it and go home, but I knew the moment I did he was going to do something. I would have felt better if Chris or Mane were there with him, but they weren’t. A sigh left my mouth and I moved out his way. When he walked past me, I got behind him. I didn’t know why I did it, but I did. I jumped on his back, locking my feet around his waist.
“What the fuck is you doing?” He glanced back at me.
I rolled my eyes at him and then buried my face into the side of his neck. I took in a deep breath, inhaling his cologne. I didn’t know what kind he was wearing, but it smelled good. It was weird. Given that he had just finished fighting, I figured he would smell sweaty.
“You smell good?” I mumbled into his neck before my lips pressed against his skin. He didn’t respond or try to get me off him. Instead, he took us to the room.
“Meka, where’s that lighter at?” I heard Jason say as we walked into the room.
A loud groan left my mouth at the sound of his voice. If he was there, then so were
the other two idiots.
“Shut the fuck up,” Parker fussed at me. “You ain’t even got to do all that.” He then unlocked my legs from his waist and shrugged me off of him.
I pushed him in his back. “You know what, I don’t have time for yo stupid ass. You’re not about to keep snapping at me when I didn’t do shit to you. So before I say some foul shit I’ll later regret, I’mma leave you alone. Whenever you decide to let this bullshit go, call me. Until then I’m not dealing with you.”
“Well take yo dumbass home then, I don’t give a fuck,” Parker snapped at me before he walked away.
“Woah, what’s wrong with y’all?” Meka looked from her brother to me.
“Your fuckin’ brother stupid as fuck. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I turned to walk back out of the door.
“Wait, no. Angel, what happened?” She asked again.
I started to tell her, but Parker cut me off.
“Man, let that mothafucka go. Damn. Meka, sit the fuck down some fuckin’ where,” he snapped at her.
I snatched opened the hotel room door and left. I was not about to be the target of his anger. We would be in that room fighting if he kept on snapping at me like he had. It was definitely best I left.
“Angel, hold up. What happened?” Meka chased after me. Grabbing my arm, she pulled me to a stop. “Angel, stop. What’s going on?”
I pulled away from her and then rolled my eyes. “Your brother is fuckin’ stupid. We ran into Martell at Applebee’s…” I began to tell her everything that happened at the restaurant, not leaving out a single detail. “So I guess he calls himself pissed at me because I wouldn’t let him go back and find that man. Meka, Parker is out here by himself and I wasn’t about to let him run off to start some shit like that. It’s like he don’t even care about that, though. He is just trying to run into that bullshit blinded, I couldn’t let him do that.”
Meka stood there with her head tilted sideways as she stared at me. “You actually stopped Parker from going back to find Martell?”
My face screwed up in confusion. “Yeah! What? I wasn’t supposed to?” What type of question was that?
Her head shook. “No, I’m not saying that. It’s just the fact that you were actually able to get him up here. Angel, you’re right. Parker, don’t care about going into anything blind. He has that if it’s my time to go then it is, mentality. He’s not afraid of shit, period. Death don’t faze him. When he goes off like you said he did, it’s no calming him down, no talking of any kind. He’s strapping up and riding whether he has someone with him or not.” Meka let out a stressful sigh.
“He simply doesn’t care,” she continued. “Now for you to stop him is saying a lot and it explains why he keeps snapping off on you like that. He’s pissed and he wanna do some damage, but he can’t because of you. Hell, I’m shocked because I can’t even stop him from going off when he’s in that rage.” She grabbed my arm and started to pull me back towards the room.
“No, Meka. Let me go, because I will fuck around and beat Parker’s ass in that room.” Never would I have thought Parker saw things like that. How could he not care if he lived or died? I didn’t understand that way of thinking at all, especially for him to continue to thinking like that after getting clarification about our baby. I would have thought he would take that into consideration. Just thinking about how selfish he was being pissed me off. It made me want to go back into that room to beat the shit out of him. I was not trying to raise a baby on my own.
“Then box his ass if you have to, Angel, please. I know my brother and the moment you’re gone he’s going to leave and try to find him. Especially since Martell felt you up and tried to kiss you. Do you not know how disrespectful that is to a nigga like Parker? That’s not going to fly,” she told me as we somehow arrived back at the door to the room.
“I don’t get that. He already beat his ass so why would he continue to try and fight him?” I voiced my thoughts out loud.
“They tried to set him up. He had no plans of letting him continue breathing. Angel, you stopped him from killing that dude. You have to understand this ain’t no, I’mma beat yo ass and it’s the end kind of thing. Martell is going to come back and it’s not going to stop until one of them is dead. So excuse me when I say this, but I’d rather have Parker yell and fuss at you all day long instead of him out here running carelessly in these streets to find a nigga. I’m sorry. He just needs to calm down and think for a minute because right now he’s not thinking or planning his next move while he’s pissed like this.” Meka opened the door and pushed me inside first.
“N’all, I caught Mook bitch ass in the bathroom and beat the fuck outda his ass. That mothafucka gon’ start talking to me like I ain’t know his whole thing was a setup. I tried to kill that mothafucka,” Parker grunted out pissed.
I glanced over at Meka and rolled my eyes. The explained why nobody came to help Martell when Parker was beating his ass. His help had already gotten beat up. “That’s what happened to his face. I didn’t even know Mook was there,” I whispered to her. I was so glad I didn’t let him go off by himself. Neither one of us moved, we stayed at the door listening to their conversation.
“What happened? You didn’t kill that mothafucka? Shid, both them bitches?” Chris asked him and a glare quickly covered my face at his question.
“Some ol’ nigga walked in the bathroom and freaked the fuck out. I dropped Mook then knocked ol’ dude ass out and went to grab Syn. That’s when I saw Martell hoe ass all up on her. That nigga grabbed her ass and it looked like he was trying to kiss her. Yo, I’m tryna go find both those bitches,” Parker sounded sincere and pissed.
“P, you lost that chance to kill both them niggas when you walked out that restaurant—” Chris started to explain, but Parker cut him off.
“Don’t you think I know that shit, Chris?” He yelled at him. The bass from his hard tone made me jump.
Hell, he wasn’t even talking to me and he scared my ass. That’s when I peeked into the living room at Chris to see him glance at Mane. His head shook and he ran a hand over his hair.
“Lord, calm down. All I’m sayin’ is that they not gon’ let you catch them slipping twice. And knowing you, P, I wouldn’t be surprised if they ain’t waiting on yo ass. You and Martell was cool once upon a time, that nigga know how you are when you’re pissed. He know you gon’ come looking for him, Martell ain’t dumb, Parker. He expecting this move right here, you walking into a trap. He’s good for that shit, yo. Nigga, you gotda think before making a move like this, for real,” Chris tried to make Parker see reason.
I was thankful he wasn’t reckless like Parker was and knew the smart way to think instead of running somewhere blind.
“Chris, I don’t give a fuck. My nigga, I know what the fuck he’s thinking and I hope that mothafucka is waiting. Both them bitches, yo,” Parker snapped.
“P, it’s not just gon’ be those two mothafuckas is what I’m saying!” Chris’ voice rose louder. He sounded pissed and frustrated with Parker.
“I just said I ain’t give a fuck. Now either yo ass gon’ ride or you gon’ sit there whining like a bitch. Either way, I don’t give a fuck,” Parker snapped at him.
My lips parted in shock to hear Parker’s reaction. Chris had valid points on everything and he made sense. It would literally be death for him if he walked in there blind, not knowing how many dudes Martell would have with him. But it was going to be more than four niggas, that’s one thing I knew for sure from dealing with Martell
Even if Parker and his three niggas managed to take out a couple of dudes, there was no guarantee they all would walk out alive. I just hoped Chris could talk some sense into him so he wouldn’t try to leave the hotel.
“I ain’t never been a bitch, Lord. So cool that shit my nigga. You know I’m always down to ride regardless of yo fuck’d up plan,” Chris responded, surprising the hell out of me.
He had been going back and forth with Parker for nothing. Those fuckin’ nig
gas were stupid as hell. Knowing they could die didn’t change anything, they all were just fuckin’ dumb.
“Go out there,” Meka whispered, pointing toward the living room.
I shook my head no. Parker would make me beat his dumb ass and he wasn’t going to yell at me. “No! He fuckin’ stupid. I’m not about to fight with him,” I whispered yelled at her.
“I rather have them stupid than dead. Now get yo ass out there and talk to him,” Meka snapped at me. She didn’t give me a chance to respond as she shoved me hard.
I stumbled into the living room and all the talking they were doing quickly stopped.
Parker looked at me, then over my shoulder. “Why the fuck you still here?” He asked me, but was staring daggers at Meka.
I’m going to kill Meka’s stupid ass.
“I came to see if you calmed down yet,” I lied. “Have you?” It was obvious he hadn’t, but I didn’t know what else to say.
“I’m good. You can go home, I’ll get up with you later,” he dismissed me and then turned back toward his boys.
I glanced back at Meka and she waved me on. “Go,” she mouthed.
I had to admit, I didn’t like that side of Parker at all. It was like he just became emotionless, that side of him had never been aimed toward me before. Parker was always so nice, sweet and attentive with me. Now he was callous towards me. A glare covered my face.
Meka again gave me a slight push. I was ten seconds from slapping the shit out of her dumbass too. Mentally I sighed before walking over to him. “Now that you’re cool, we can go find my shoes like we were supposed to—”
“You go by yo gotdamn self. I ain’t got time for that bullshit right now. I just told yo ass I’ll see you later. Now gon’ get the fuck outda my face.” He waved me off and then looked at his boys. “Let’s go,” he told them.
Before he could get up, my hand shot back and then forth. I slapped the fuck out of him.
“Damn,” Mane mumbled as he got up and moved out of the way. The other two just let out a hiss.
“You’re not gonna keep snapping at me. I ain’t done shit to you so stop yelling at me. This the shit I was talking about, right here. We not ready to bring no baby into this world, especially not with you being so gotdamn careless about the fuckin’ moves you make.” My fingers pushed hard against the side of his head, muffing him.