𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔 ৎ୭

VI

Mercedes April Porter
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Last Day in LA

Today's the last day of set.

I go back home tomorrow. Me and D been on good terms, we haven't been fighting or nun.

It's real peaceful and I like it. I've made over two thousand this week, life is good.

My flight back was covered by Glock's team and D purchased a ticket to a seat next to me.

I come back from my last work day and look around. I don't see D so I call him and it immediately declines.

"Oh? Okay." I nod to myself.

I take a 4 hour long nap. Then I pop up and get ready.

I play Blick Blick and skip to Nicki's verse even tho Coi's is a bop.

Ayo
Hoes ain't fuckin' with Barbie (brr)
Tae did my pink, Bob Marley (brr)
I got a whole army, ask Charlie
Pull up with a killer, he the Joker, I'm Harley (brr)
Wrist on chunky Barbie (Barbie)
Me, Onika Tanya (Tanya)
All these PR stunts, but bitch, you ain't puertorriqueña ('queña)
Fresh 'do, guess who? Drip, need a wetsuit
One and the two, give a fuck about the next few
Step one, cross me, there won't be a step two
Come through with some bitches that's bad, they gon' step, too
Every nigga tryna pop ain't the next woo (oop)
Don't run up in my DM, RIP to X, too (X too, ooh)
Check who?
Niggas'll really spin your block if the queen send a text through
Textin' with Jeff Bezos (Bezos)
'Bout to cop new Dracos (Dracos)
Opps is on the block, we 'bout to spin it like tornadoes ('nadoes)
I'm-I'm-I'm 'bout to put some Louis seats inside my Lambo' (Lambo')
You-you-you know you bad when you can pose from any angle (angle)
He said he upgraded, LOL, did you really? (really?)
Well, I just turned Mr. Patek into Richard Millie
Ayo, hold up, hold up, hold up
All these diamonds different color, color, color
I'm the leader bitches follow, follow, follow
I created this shit, Tyler, Tyler, Tyler
Grab his mic and sing it, fa-la-la-la-la-la

I wear a light gray spaghetti strap, Fashion Nova dress with no bra, pink and gray Jordans, and a pink and gold MK purse. I choose all gold jewelry and some big ass, mega volume, wispy lashes.

I spritz myself in perfume. I walk out the door and lock it.

Never been the type of sad bitch to sit home waiting on a call back.

One rejected call and I'm doing me ✌🏾

But one call back and I'm taking my ass right back 🏃🏾‍♀️

I order the fastest Uber which was 2 minutes away. I type in my destination to the nearest club.

I tip $5 and pay $30 online before I get out. I fix my dress by pulling it up a little bit by the bottom and down a little around my chest.

I share my location with Moonshine in case I go missing and head inside.

The loud music hits me like a brick, almost knocking my lashes off.

I walk straight to the bar.

...

"Nah I'm SINGLE. Single as hell!" I tell the nigga hitting on me.

"Aight call me." He says over the music.

Did I even get his number? Wtf. Oh wait I did...

"Ion even give no fuck I just want my babyyyy." I dial D's number.

"What's the hell?" I mumble as the robot tells me that number don't exist.

He changed his number?

I go to contacts and click on 'Ex Baby Daddy 🥰'

I don't know what the hell I was typing in but it shole wasn't his number.

"What?" He asks.

"What? That's all I get, the fuck?" I walk outside the club to hear him better.

"You been mixing?" He asks and I bust out laughing.

"Ain't shit funny, you out clubbing?" He asks.

"Youn know what it feeeels like." I start to pout.

"What the fuck are you talking bout na?" He asks annoyed.

"It's so confusing, youn know whether you coming or going." I roll my eyes.

"I'm staying that's all you need to know. Text me the club address."

"Nah, Imma stay here. I got hella niggas that only wanna fuck me over here. Why limit my options to you?" I laugh-cry.

"You can't minimize everything we been through to just sex."

"I'm wasting my time pinning over you. Like when we became sneaky links ian know what I was signing up for. But it shole wasn't this, I fell in love wit a hoe!" I start crying.

"Tell me the club name."

"No, I don't care how many other niggas I fuck with or pretend to fuck with, I only ever wanted to be with you. But it's fuck you now." I hang up.

I wipe my tears and straighten my dress out before walking back inside.

I go drink a little more and go back to dancing. I dance near other people but still by myself cuz ion like touching strangers.

A couple minutes later I feel someone pull my arm. I look and see D.

This nigga got sum sorta super power or sumn 🧍🏾‍♀️

Why the standing emoji in italics look like sumbody leaning ova ah falling clean tf over?

I roll my eyes as he forcefully takes me to the rental car.

"I'm a grown woman, if I wanna club, I will." I tell him and he nods.

"You don't run shit." I say and he nods.

"Like at all." I add and he nods.

"Bitch." I say under my breath.

"Whatchu say?" He asks, wishing I would repeat myself.

"Stop talking to me ian even said shit to you." I turn away from him.

"Is it because of the baby?" I ask randomly.

"Girl what?" He smacks his teeth.

"You won't be with me because I aborted our baby?" I ask looking out the window.

He ignores my question and focuses on the road.

"Forreal? Like FUCK, I can give you another fucking baby, damn." I start crying.

"Stop fucking talking." He says in a pissed off tone.

I cry silently the whole ride. He glances to see if I stopped crying every 30 seconds or so.

When he see I didn't he would shake his head and focus on driving again.

We pull up and I hurry to the room. He walks at a normal pace and I lock him out.

I cry until I start making weird hiccup noises.

Once D catches up and tries the door but it won't budge so he keeps trying.

"Open the fucking door!" He starts banging on it.

I get up and walk to the door so he can hear me clearly.

"Go ask Tanisha!" I yell, referring to who he was fucking earlier today.

He goes completely silent and I roll my eyes. He walks off and I lay back down.