D isappointment slowly filled my body as I stood from the park bench and walked out of the park. For an hour, I sat in Miami’s favorite spot in the back, hoping that he would show up. With every footstep I heard, I would perk up, only to be saddened when I realized it wasn’t Miami. Avoiding the brutal face-off that I would eventually have with Kenny the moment I returned home, I decided to head to Wilma’s house to buy myself some time.

The soreness I felt in my shoulder was less painful than the feeling I felt yesterday, yet I was still afraid I would dislocate it again. Holding my arm up as if it was in a sling, I avoided all direct contact with it. In need of a shower, meal, and two Tylenol, I picked up my pace, taking all of the short cuts to quicken my walk.

“Wassup, Henny?” Jessie smirked at me.

Like she did every Saturday morning, she was posted on the block, barely dressed, as she hung with the corner boys. Usually, her and Pooh would be part of the few girls amongst a crowd of niggas, but Pooh was nowhere to be found.

“Hey,” I dryly replied, praying that she wouldn’t be on no fuck shit. I was in no position to whoop her ass, yet I was prepared to if she popped slick.

“You on your way to Wilma’s house?” Jessie left her post near the stop sign to follow me.

“Yeah.” With my good arm, I used the corner of my shirt to wipe the sweat that drenched my face. The sun didn’t give a fuck. That motherfucker was shining full blast, making Florida’s heat unbearable.

“She knows you coming over there?” She continued her line of questioning.

“Why does it matter?” Rolling my eyes, an uneasy feeling consumed me. When I looked over at Jessie, I didn’t miss the grin she wore. “You got something you want to tell me?” I asked, massaging my sore arm. I had a feeling I would need both hands.

“Nah, I’m just asking. I mean, I just came from over there, and she had company.” Jessie shrugged.

“Alright, Jessie.” I waved her off.

“I might as well walk over there with you. I was supposed to meet up with Pooh there anyway,” she excitedly spoke as she skipped up the sidewalk.

“I can’t stand that bitch,” I mumbled loud enough for her to hear me.

When we finally made it to Wilma’s house, Pooh was posted on the porch smoking a blunt.

“Wassup, bitch!” Jessie happily greeted Pooh.

“Wassup, girl?” She passed Jessie the joint that she was puffing on. “Oh, shit. Hey, Henny, I didn’t know you was coming over here,” she nervously spoke.

“Hey, girl. Wilma in there?” The vibe was off, but I didn’t give a fuck. I just needed a place to chill until I was energized enough to deal with Kenny’s bullshit.

“Um, yeah, but umm…” Before Pooh could finish her sentence, I was in the house, making my way to her bedroom. Since the door was locked, I figured she was entertaining her guest. Making my way to the kitchen, I searched for something to eat.

“Why the fuck would you bring her here?” I heard Pooh fussing at Jessie while I made myself two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

Pouring a tall glass of milk, I took a seat at the table and started eating. I didn’t have the time to figure out why Pooh and Jessie were huddled up and acting funny.

Once I was nice and full, I impatiently sat on the couch, vaguely gazing at the TV while I waited for Wilma to hurry up. The scent that came from my armpits was starting to make me uncomfortable. Shifting in my seat, I uncrossed my legs, giving my kitty a smell check before crossing them back.

“Thank you for the abortion money,” I heard Wilma say.

About time, I thought as I waited for Wilma to see her guest out.

“Make sure you get rid of it soon,” the male voice spoke, gaining my full attention.

Quickly standing to my feet, I rushed over to the hallway where Wilma and her friend stood.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” I shrieked, startling them both.

“Henny… oh my God, girl…” Wilma covered her mouth with her hands as she stood frozen in place.

“Are you for real right now, Wilma? Tell me you fucking with me.” I walked up on her in search of an explanation.

I didn’t give a fuck about Kenny. I had no plans to address his infidelities. Catching him cheating did little to hurt me but finding out that he was fucking my best friend fucked me up in the head.

“Let’s go, Henny. Man, where the fuck did you go last night?” Kenny had the nerve to ask.

“Nigga, fuck you!” I spat in his direction.

WHAP!

Kenny swiftly slapped me across the face, causing my head to jerk back with force.

“You not about to put your hands on my best friend!” Wilma had the nerve to yell before jumping on Kenny.

While Wilma wildly threw blows at Kenny, I rushed her and started fucking her ass up. The soreness I felt in my shoulder was non-existent as adrenaline rushed through my body, fueling each vicious blow I unleashed on Wilma.

“You really fighting me while I’m trying to stop this nigga from fucking you up?” Wilma squealed.

“Fuck you! You a fake ass bitch!” I spewed before backing up and giving Wilma time to stand to her feet.

“Shoot me one straight up,” I challenged.

“I’m not about to fight you over this no-good ass nigga, Hennessy!”

“Square up or get fucked up.” Standing in my fighting stance, I gave Wilma a few seconds to throw her set up before rushing in on her.

“Bitch!” Whap! “Bitch!” Whap! “Bitch!” Whap!

The once soft-spoken girl had been replaced with an MMA fighter as I threw vicious punches at Wilma, dazing her with every hit. Wrapping her weave around my hand, I dragged her out of the house then kicked her hard in the jaw.

“Oh, hell, nah!” Pooh ran up and punched me on the side of my head. “Poe ass hoe ain’t about to drag my cousin. Fuck a one on one,” Pooh shouted as we stood toe to toe.

Just as I was getting the best of Pooh, Jessie and Wilma jumped in. While they punched me from the back, I straddled Pooh, fucking her ass up. For every punch they hit me with from behind, I unleased and even harder blow on Pooh. Gripping her by the neck, I tried to choke her ass out until I felt myself being jerked back by my hair.

“Fuck you thought this was, bitch? Don’t get mad that your snake ass nigga was eating my pussy on the low,” Wilma spat.

“You ain’t even got to do all of that!” Kenny groaned as he shielded my body from any more blows. “Hit me one more time, and Imma light this block up.” He gritted when they jumped on him, trying to get to me.

“Imma catch y’all hoes. One by one, Imma whoop all y’all asses. Watch this,” I warned before spitting out a mouth full of blood on the pavement.

“It’s whatever, pussy hoe!” Jessie bucked.

Shooting daggers at her, everything started to make sense. Her snake ass was already hip to the shit that was going down. When time permitted, she would be the first person I fucked up. On everything I loved, them bitches better walk in groups because it was on sight whenever I caught one of their asses alone.

“Fuck, man! Your shoulder.” Kenny panicked. “I gotta take you to the hospital.”

In silence, I allowed Kenny to carry me back to his car and drive me to the hospital. I had no words for that nigga. There was no reason to try to fight him. I was on a mission to get rid of his ass for good.

“You need anything?” Kenny's voice was soft as he spoke to me.

“Get me a Percocet,” I spoke before rolling my eyes.

After spending two hours in the emergency room, the doctor popped my shoulder back in place before wrapping my arm and placing it in a sling. Although I was still riding the wave of the pain medicine they gave me at the hospital, I needed a Perc.

“Alright.” Kenny nodded before making his way out of the room.

A few minutes later, he returned with my drug of choice and a cup of water. Chewing the pill until it was a powdery substance, I gulped down some water and waited for the rush.

“Imma be on the block for a few. If you need me, just bang through my line.” After kissing me on the forehead, Kenny walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

“Fuck nigga,” I mumbled before turning on my side.