- Valerie's Pov -
"Now who the hell?", I said getting up to answer my door. It was 11pm at night and I wasn't expecting anyone so I grabbed my bat just incase.
Don't worry, Imma get a blick soon.
Being in a dangerous neighborhood really did something to me. I live in a decent one now but I still need to be careful. Living by myself as a young adult ain't no joke and I'll be damned if someone thinks they were just gonna run up in here and rob me.
They gone have another thing coming.
I looked through the peep hole and a body was sitting on the floor with their head down.
"Can I help you?", I asked opening the door with a tight grip on my bat. It was a dumb move to open the door but I wasn't thinking too clearly since it was late.
"Hey Val..", he mumbled.
"Six? Man, what the fuck, are you bleeding?! Why didn't you go to the hospital?"
"You know I can't do that. Now are you gone sit here and yell at me or help a nigga out?", he said still clenching on to his side. I helped him get up and lead him to the living room.
Six knew better than to come to my house unannounced in the middle of the night. I woulda rocked his shit but since he was hurt I helped him out of course but the main problem is, he's always getting into some shit and somehow I always get caught up in it. I care about him but I don't need him bringing this mess to my house. Especially since I just moved here.
I started walking back to him with my first aid kit from the bathroom, "You know Six I'm getting real sick and tired of.."
I looked at him as he held his head down and his bloody hand dangled on the side of him.
"Stop playing.", I said trying to wake him up but he wasn't. I started getting nervous since he wasn't moving. He better not be dead on my couch.
"Six, please wake up.", I said getting scared. I patted lightly on the side of his face with my palm. He lifted his head and looked at me with a goofy smile. "What the fuck! I could've had a panic attack because of you."
"But you didn't though. It's been a while since I've seen you so I had to get you and you know I don't like it when you call me by my street name."
"Everybody calls you Six though."
"You're not everybody. I told you this, Valerie. ", he said. Whatever that fucking means.
I rolled my eyes and lifted up his shirt to see the wound."Damn don't you wanna buy a nigga some dinner first?", he smirked. I poked his wound making him wince since it hurt. Usually I don't mind his stupid jokes but it's late and I'm tired.
"You say one more thing outta pocket, I'm gonna let you bleed to death for real.", I said.
Unfortunately, it was just a minor flesh wound so he wouldn't have died anyway. Plus, I didn't have to stitch him up or anything. I cleaned it up so it wouldn't get infected then I placed a big bandage on it.
"Ok you can leave now, make sure you lock up. Oh and try not to get hurt doing whatever the fuck it is that you're doing. I'm not Doc McStuffins.", I gave him a white man smile then went to my room but he was following me. I didn't feel the need to question him especially since it wasn't my business.
I was confused on why he was still here though. On top of that he didn't say anything, he just started following me up to my room.
I stopped in my tracks, "I don't have time for this shit. Go home to yo' bitch, Six. I'm sure she knows."
