whatever you want

Chapter 6

Every time Bianca crept up into his thoughts he would smoke or take another pill. He was still upset about her assuming he was asking her for money.

As he was stretched out across his couch lightly snorting when he heard his front door unlock, as soon as he heard something being stuck into the key hole he jumped up stumbling a little and grabbed his gun, pointing it at the door.

When the door opened, he put his finger on the trigger aiming at the person before seeing it was Bianca. "Assad what the fuck" Bianca yelled in fear.

"Bianca why you hea' man" Assad said sighing as he put his gun down. "I wanted to see what was going on with you" Bianca says looking up at him before taking off her coat.

Assad looked over at her as he could barely keep his eyes open. Bianca looks at him worried knowing something was going on with him "baby are you okay?".

"Yea I'm good" Assad lies.

"You look so tired Assad, are you getting any sleep"

"Yea mama" he lies again. The only way he's been getting any sleep is when he takes pills. He didn't want her to worry about him, he was basically a grown man he should be able to handle his own.

Bianca knows that he his lying to her, she's been with him for a few months and can read him like a book. "Assad why are you lying to me" she said making him open his eyes and look at her "whatchu mean" Assad mumbles.

Bianca sighs " Assad , baby tell me what's going on". Assad sits quietly.

"please" Bianca grabbing his hand making Assad look at their hands. "My sister's death date coming up".

Bianca's eyes softened "and Ion why I still be feeling that shit this hard" Assad breathes out loud before clearing his throat feeling it starting to get dry.

"Ion even think my brother be feeling like this" he chuckled "and she was his twin". Bianca sat there listening to what he was saying .

"Around her death date I don't be sleeping unless I..." he trails off, "unless you what".

Assad hesitated to tell her that he was using almost everyday. "Unless you what Assad" Bianca says uneasy.

"Unless I pop sum'" Assad says lowly. Bianca realizes what he means by 'pop sum'.

"Assad..." Bianca's says while there's tears pooling in her eyes. Assad notices the tears falling on her cheeks and he quickly wipes them, "hey hey mama I'm fine. I'm okay"

Bianca shakes her head, pulling his hands off of her face, " no you're not Assad, you need help".

"Na mama im good i promise"

"I-I can't do t-this" Bianca says standing up. Assad stands up "woah whatchu mean", Assad says trying to stop Bianca from leaving.

"Ssad I can't, this is all too much for me to handle". Assad furrows his eyebrows together "what that mean Bianca"

"We need a break Assad" Bianca said making Assad anger rise. "I need to get better and so do you, if we don't we will become toxic" Bianca says sniffing.

"Bianca if you wanna leave me just be fuckin straight wit it.... STAND ON THAT SHIT!" Bianca jumped at his sudden anger outburst.

"I don't wanna leave yo-" Bianca tried to explain before he cut  her off, "but that's what yo' ass is sayin', listen Bianca if you leave right now I swea' you dead ta' me"

Bianca looks up at him "you don't mean that Assad" she said making Assad shake his head "yes the fuck I do... you came in hea' asking me what was wrong like you fuckin cared and then bail when I fuckin tell you what the prollem is"

"This is why I said we needed a break"

"If you wanna leave so fuckin bad then go"

And with that Bianca walks out the door with tears rolling down her face. When the door shuts Assad picks up the empty bottle of Parton and throws it at the wall making it shatter everywhere.
—————————————
"And then we could use Newton's second law to show-" Cassandra says writing down the equation before Bryson cuts her off, "that force is equal to the rate of change of momentum".

Cassandra looks over to Bryson smiling "that's the most I've ever heard you talk", she says making Bryson look over at her and shrugs "it's for school".

That was most he talked to someone he doesn't know. But it was a partner project for a grade so he had no choice. " well that's the most I've heard you talk without an attitude" she jokes.

"Yea" was all he said before turning to his paper writing again. Cassandra wonders why he doesn't talk much. "Why don't you talk much, if you don't mind me asking"

"Ion like it" he said referring to talking. Cassandra just took the simple answer and went back to her notes. "What next?" He muttered.