Keep It On The Real

19

"How the lil bitch look?" Mamé asked.

I smirked at her. "Don't even worry bout it. I ain't trippin off shit no more."

"What you mean? You not tryna find out who did this?" KE asked.

I shook my head. "Nah, I'm just gon stay out the way. Niggas ask me for shit and it's a hell no. Fuck everybody."

"So we just gon look past the fact that Yase said he was gon see you?" Tiggz spoke.

"Mayne, fuck him forreal. I ain't tripping off this shit nada."

Jas and my Aunt walked through the door. "You okay?" They both asked.

I nodded but quickly regretted doing that because my head started throbbing. I touched my head with my other hand to find out I had a big ass bandage from when I smashed my head into the window. I sighed then continued to talk to everyone who checked up on me.
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"I know, I know." I spoke as we walked into the apartment I bought a month ago out here in Oakland. I got my Aunty her own place too since I'm making money like that. I couldn't live with her the whole time because we both need our own space.

"And I'll change your bandages for you. Don't start playing with them." She spoke because I kept trying to take a peek inside of them.

"Ight" I said.

"And if y-"

"I get it! I got it." I spoke because she was irritating me now. Acting like I couldn't do shit for myself, I don't like that shit.

She looked at me like I was crazy. "Ion know who the hell you yelling at."

I waved her off. "Mayne, get out my face."

"I'm just tryna help you-"

"Ion need yo help." I spoke as I turned on the TV.

"Alright then." She stood quiet.

"Just call me when you get home." I don't know why I was being so rude, I was just mad about everything. She wasted no time grabbing her things and leaving out the door.

I sighed as laid back on the couch.
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Mamé's POV

"He told me to call him when I got home, and he's not even answering." I was frustrated as I called Yatta for the 5th time.

"Hell nah, you know what happened last time." I was talking to myself because Jasmine was at work.

I quickly grabbed my keys and was out the door. I pulled up to his apartment and started knocking on the door.

He wasn't answering and my nerves took over my body. I quickly looked for the key that he gave me and unlocked the door.

"Yatta?" I asked as I closed the door behind myself.

Once I walked over to the couch, I noticed him laying flat on the floor.

"Kenyana!" I yelled as I hurried to pick him up. He was way bigger than me so it was kinda hard at first. I wrapped his good arm around my shoulder as I helped him to my car. His body was so lifeless as I put him in the seat and sped to the hospital.
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"He's fine." The doctors reassured me. I don't know why all these bitches keep saying that even though he keeps blacking out like this. I nodded and took a deep breath, stepping into the room.

"How you feeling?" I asked him nervously because I felt like he was gonna pop off on me again.

"I'm straight." He sighed. "My fault about what happened-"

"It's fine-"

"No foreal, ion know why I kept popping off on you. I know you only tryna help." He grabbed my hand.

"I love you." I spoke.

"I love you too, fool." He slightly smiled but I could tell he felt weak.

"What were you trying to do?" I asked him with an eyebrow raised.

"I was just tryna get up with one arm, practicing and shit. Then I just felt a sharp pain in my head and fell." He tried to shrug but started feeling the pain again.

"Take it easy." I spoke as I helped him adjust himself.

"Thank you, foreal mayne. I know we been going through some shit but you always stuck by my side. I appreciate you."

"You know I'll always be here for you." I spoke then kissed him.

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"Shit." Yatta groaned as I took the bandages off his skin. "This shit hurt." He spoke.

"Stay still." I spoke as I got the supplies to clean it up. That was until I looked at the bullet hole. That shit was disgusting as hell and soon, I felt myself about to throw up.

I quickly ran into the restroom and opened the toilet seat. Yatta came in after me and held my hair up with his good arm. I felt so gross after that. I used an extra toothbrush to brush my teeth before gargling with some mouth wash.

"You good?" He looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah." I spoke as I held onto my stomach.

I got back to cleaning his wounds and he just kept staring at me, so I looked up. "What?"

He looked me in my eye before shaking his head. "Nothing."
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