We Can't Be Friends

We can't be friends pt.22

I sat in the corner of the room I was put in, scared out of my mind. I didn't know how much time had passed since I had been here. A day? Two days? Who knew. There were no clocks, no windows, and nobody came to check on me.

I had to pee really badly but I refused to pee on myself because one: that was just plain nasty and two: I had no clean underwear or any other clothes for that matter. I sighed at my dilemma. I had no idea how I was gonna get out of this situation. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to keep warm. It was freezing in here and there was nothing to cover up with.

The room was damn near bare, so there was no bed which meant no covers. I was being treated worse than somebody in prison. Damn! At least they had a bed and a toilet to piss in!

I was so vexed. I couldn't wait to get another chance to talk to Harlem. Oh, I was gonna light. his. ass. up.

It was then that a sharp knock on the door scared the hell out of me. I jumped up and backed further into the corner. Who was about to come in here? I swear I hoped it wasn't one of those men. I didn't wanna be one of this girls you hear about on the news that went missing for ten years, and then come to find out they was really being held hostage in a basement somewhere being a sex slave. No!

The door slowly started to swing open and I was close to ruining the only pair of underwear I had. But imagine how my face looked when standing in the dim light of the doorway, was Toya. This was the girl I fought at the gettie. Harlem's 'real wifey'. Insert sarcasm.

I scowled at the bitch. I could take her if I had to.

"What the fuck you want?" I asked her rudely. I had no respect for this bitch knowing that she could have been a part of Omari being shot.

She leaned back into the hallway and grabbed a black trash bag. She threw it at my feet. I glanced at her suspiciously then cautiously peeked inside. There were clothes in there. None of them were mine though, I could tell.

"What's this for?"

"For you to wear," she answered me like I was stupid.

"No, really? But who's shit is this? I don't want no hand-me-downs." I snapped.

"Well that's all you getting," she barked. "Wear it or don't. I don't really care if you stay in them funky ass clothes."

"Stupid bitch," I mumbled under my breath. "And what about underwear?"

She rolled her eyes and grabbed another bag out the hallway and threw it at me. This time there was a brad new pack of underwear and socks. "You can wear the shoes on your feet and do your hair the best way you can. It's a toothbrush at the bottom of the bag. Harlem will come show you where the shower at in a little bit." She walked out after that and slammed the door.

I went back to my corner and waited for that time to pass. About an hour later I guess since I didn't have a watch, a phone, and there was no clock in the room, Harlem cam strolling through the door. I glared at him.