CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER NINE] Triggered

He mouths the words "help" and I laugh at the headassery.

He's gonna need more than just help after my Dad is finished with him.

I stood there awkwardly. Looking at the back of Nasir's head.

I began to walk towards him and I could tell he felt my presence behind him.

He didn't turn around though.

"Clown me all you want." He says and I walk past him towards the kitchen.

I opened up the pantry and took out a first aid kit that was in there.

I walked back into the living room and I stood in front of him. Seeing his entire face.

He had a black left eye, a swollen lip, and a scratch on his right cheek.

I stooped down in front of him and opened the first aid kit.

"Why would I clown you?" I ask him and he shrugs.

"It seems like you don't like me." He says and I laugh.

"I don't like a lot of things." I respond, opening the first aid kit and taking out the alcohol patches.

"Mhm." He says, looking down at me.

"What happened?" I ask and he sighs.

"Don't want to talk about it right now."

"You don't have a choice. You are inside of my house." I say and he licks his swollen lip.

"Let's just say a disagreement happened. Things went out of hand and a fight broke out. Your dad came in and stopped everything." He says and I shake my head, beginning to put the alcohol patch on the scratch on his cheek.

I could tell that it burned him because he hissed.

"That's sad to hear you got your ass beat." I say, opening the large bandage and putting it over the scratch.

"I didn't get my ass beat."

"Your black eye, swollen lip, and scratch tells me otherwise."

"I don't owe you an explanation to shit." He scoffs and I roll my eyes.

"Whatever. Go clean your own face up then." I say, getting up and throwing the first aid kit at him.

I looked in his eyes and all I saw was pain. It was very obvious that he was going through something bigger than himself. I couldn't help but wonder what it was.

I sighed and sat down in the couch in front of him.

"You should stop doing what you're doing." I say and he brushes me off.

"You don't even know what you are talking about. What am I doing? Huh? Tell me." He asks and I kiss my teeth.

"I know you sell drugs." I say and I notice his facial expression change.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb! On the night of Malik's party when you saw me on the bus, you came off and gave this man a brown bag." I express and he gives me the most nastiest look known to man.