𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 - Chapter 17: Chapter 17

Sighing slightly, looking through my camera roll at old videos of me. I smiled to myself, remembering this whole night.
This was the night I saved Nic's life from Deontae. If I wasn't there that night, Nic wouldn't be here today.
A few dudes ran upstairs and pulled them apart but Deontae wasn't done, he pulled out his gun and I stood in front of the gun.
"Deontae are you crazy?! Put the gun down now!" I tried to talk him out of shooting it especially with me standing in front of it.
He continued to look past me at Nic so I got in his face and held his face in my hands.
"cmon Tae look at me..."I soften my voice and he bit his lip then put it back on safety and tucked it in his waist.
He stared at Nic then at me and walked off angrily. I walked over to Nic and Myla and sighed hard.
"You put the address in my GPS?" Deontae's voice snapped me out of the flashback. We were sitting at the gas station getting gas and snacks for this long ride.
I nodded, staring over at him just observing everything that he's doing. My eyes slid over his hands that were covered in tattoos followed by his arms. I bit my lip slightly when my eyes got to his white t-shirt with his Lil chain than his face. He had his grills in as always and I could tell he just recently got a haircut.
My eyes stopped on his pink lips that were moving from him rapping to the YB song playing through the car. Every once in a while he would lick his lips.
Fuck am I doing? I must be tired cause ain't no way I was just- no ma'am no sir.
"You straight?" His eyes were squinted at me once he clicked his seatbelt. He was supposed to be driving the first half of the drive then I was driving the second.
"Yea...I have a question." He nodded slightly, turning his full attention to me.
"Halloween night...why didn't you shoot Nic? I'm not saying you should have I'm just asking why-" I stuttered, looking everywhere else except his eyes. Why was I feeling like this around him?
I looked up once I didn't hear him respond. He was already looking at me.
"You told me not to." Deontae shrugged, pulling out of the gas station to start our road trip. The drive was about 10 hours & 45 mins.
"So? Deontae when do you ever listen to me?"
He shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Never" I answered the question.
We drove in silence for 5 minutes before I grabbed his phone and changed the song to Girl Of My Dream By Rod Wave. This song was hard as fuck! As the song started I hummed the words while nodding my head.
In the middle of the song, Tae's phone started to ring, stopping the music. Luckily I wasn't singing because he would have heard the crack in my voice and everything. That would have been very embarrassing.
"Answer it for me." I looked at him then the unsaved number that was calling before answering. I stayed silent waiting for the person to talk first.
Tae took a glance at me when he didn't hear me speak.
"Hi is this Deontae McCarthy?" A woman spoke on the other side of the phone. I looked at Deontae weirdly before speaking.
"I'm sorry who is this again?"
"My apology this is Dr. Lavert Laurel Heights Hospital Atlanta." The woman quickly said.
I simply gave Deontae the phone and leaned back in my seat, getting on my phone. I checked my messages, Instagram, then Snapchat and swiped out the apps.
"Yes. I called to make sure the payment went through with Donovan McCarthy. Last time I was told that the payment didn't go through." Tae avoided making eye contact with me as he spoke. My eyes shifted towards his before I looked away.
It wasn't my business. Maybe I should put my headphones in so he can speak to the doctor alone sorta kinda.
Their conversation went on for about 5 more minutes before it ended.
"Donovan McCarthy? Your dad?" My voice came out so quietly it was barely heard. I cleared my throat and asked again but this time louder.
I could see Tae swallow harshly as he began to drive with one hand. For the time that I've known him, I did notice that he doesn't talk about his parents but I just thought they were dead judging by his lifestyle choice.
"Yea." He kept it short and simple but I wanted to know more. I wanted to know more about him and this road trip would be a perfect time. Usually, when we are around each other we're arguing or fighting.
"Mind telling me more about him? I thought he was dead or something." I spoke then covered my mouth towards the end. It was like I couldn't shut up.
"You heard of The Roi?"
" Yea he ran the streets when I was little. He was supposed to be a heartless killer and drug dealer but every time I saw him he would have a smile on his face till he disappeared 2-3 years ago." I smiled a bit remembering.
"That's my pops. When I was 15 me and King were always at the basketball court. You know the one by Mama D spot?" I nodded and he continued "Me and King would be there till night every day. One night I was sitting on the bleachers waiting for King to come back with some water bottles since he lived around the corner but he never came back. Ian really pay no mind to it I was just thinking that ma dukes told him to stay in the house so I walked back home. A week passed and still, no one seen or heard from King so I walked to his crib."
"My pops car was in the driveway so I waited far away till I saw him and 2 other niggas and a doctor looking women walk out with a red cooler in my pops hand and left. His momma would be gone during the day for work so I just walked in. When I got to his room he was laying in his bed with bloody towels everywhere...Tink that shit scared the hell out of me man. It was pills on his nightstand mostly pain and sleeping pills. King was just laying there passed out and when I pulled the covers back he had a huge cut on his stomach but it was stitched up." He took a deep breath as we drove on the interstate.
"They took his kidney. Later on that year I found out that his mom was low on money so she sold my pops his kidney for $260,000. That shit scarred me..you can't even imagine how King felt we were only 15. That was the last time I saw or heard from him till this year. I found out he was in a mental hospital in Atlanta and I want to speak to him." He finished.
I stared at his face and eyes reading his facial expressions and the look in his eyes. You could still see the hurt in his eyes from him finding his best friend like that. I was completely speechless. We just sat in silence.
"Damn that's fucked up," I mumbled. Well if you were going to say that you should've just kept yo mouth shut. Shut up!
"Not in half the shit I been through..." He mumbled and rubbed his hand over his face.
"So that's the reason you wanted to ride with me to Atlanta? To see your dad?" My lips twisted to the side as I played with my fingers. Part of me wanted him to say he just wanted to spend time with me.
"Yea I just wanted to see my pops." He nodded.
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"Get up we at the gas station." Tae woke me out of my sleep. I rolled my eyes and rubbed my neck trying to soothe the tension in it.
"You got one more time to roll yo eyes at me, Tiana." I heard him speak behind me as I got out of the car. Nigga fuck you.
We walked into the gas station and I went to the restroom, laying toilet paper on the seat. Once I finished in the restroom I headed out to the aisle and grabbed a Fiji water and candy. Deontae was at the register asking for a pack of backwoods.
I laid my stuff on the counter and he paid for our stuff before we headed back out.
"Yo turn to drive." He tossed me the keys and I walked in front of him.
𝙳𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚎 "𝚃𝚊𝚎" 𝙼𝚌𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢
I smirked recording Tink do a lil run to the car. After getting gas and buckling up we were back on the road to Atlanta. My mind would get clouded with more and more thoughts the closer we got. It was like my mind was trying to tell me something but it wasn't clear. I had to figure it out.
"Did you really have to have the seat far back like this?" She wined, adjusting the seat. I laughed and got into the passenger seat.
Tink small ass sat in the driver's seat dancing to Caption Hook By Megan big body ass.
"I be texting with a bi chick we both freaky just trying shit. Main nigga getting super jealous heon even know about the other fellas." She rapped while pointing her thumb and finger out. Her lil ass was feeling this shit.
Tink turned the song down and looked at me then at the road.
" I have a question." Her voice came out shy. It's been doing that all day and I been really curious about why. She was usually all blunt and confident now she wanna act like jhene Aiko.
"Ask it." I stared at her watching her. She had both her hands on the steering wheel as she leaned forward slightly and her back straight. It looked like she was driving for the first time. She was so damn cute.
" Where's your mom?" Her thumbs rubbed back and forth against each other.
"She got a nigga so she barely is home. When she is home ion be there...she the one that put my pops in the mental hospital. My mom told me that he did some fucked up shit to her but she won't tell me nun. Hopefully, I can get my pops to tell me everything I want to know." I sighed, looking through my phone.
"Maybe she's keeping it from you for a good reason. Maybe she's protecting you from it.. you know" Tink reached over and laid one of her hands on top of mine and we both looked at each other for a quick second.
"I'm grown as fuck I'm not no lil ass kid no more. I can handle the truth and that's what she fails to realize. I'm done asking her so I'm just gone go to my pops. Simple." I finished and moved my hand. Just thinking about it was getting me mad.