Trapgirl: Thugs Know Love

Chapter 22: Past

Tes POV

"Nessa!" I yelled throwing the basket of clothes down and dropping down to the floor next to her.

I shook her as hard as I can but she wasn't moving. That was when I grabbed her wrist to see if she had a pulse. I felt it slowly beating. She was still alive.

"Nessa," I kept saying as I picked her up.

"Tes, you not supposed to be here," she said in a slurred voice. "Leave me alone. This is what you wanted huh?"

I brought Nessa in front of the toilet and as much as I didn't want to do it, I stuck my three fingers down her throat. After wiggling it around, she finally got it up.

I looked down in the toilet and saw a bunch of tiny white pills. I'm glad they hadn't dissolved or Nessa could be dead right now. I picked her up again and put her in the bathtub and turned on the shower head. She had throw up all over her.

Once she was In an upright position, I used the shower head to wash the vomit that was all over my arm and then I used it to get it off of her body. She was wearing a tank top and some nike shorts.

I watched it wash down the drain and slowly she started to wake up but she was still on the high of the few pills that had dissolved.

"Why the fuck you did this Nes?

"Tes!" I heard a voice. Ah shit. It was Daya. She hated Nessa but wouldn't the girl to die.

"Daya!" I yelled out loud enough so that she could hear. "I'm in the bathroom. Come here!"

I stopped the water and heard the door creek open. "You not shitting are you?" She asked as she stepped inside but when she saw she rushed down to help.

"Tes what happened?" She asked as she took off Nessa's tank top. She didn't have on a bra.

"I don't know. I came in to put some stuff in the washer and she was here laying on the floor. She took all those pills," I said nodding to the floor and the toilet.

"And you put her in water?! She could have went into shock. Did she throw up on her own?" She asked.

"My bad. I panicked. And nah. I had to put it down her mouth so she could choke on it." When I saw Daya's face I realized the context of what I just said. "My bad."

Daya pulled a rubber band off of her wrist and tied Nessa's hair up into a messy bun.

"Tes. Pick her up and take her to her room. Lay her on the bed." Daya said heading out of the bathroom.

"You think she gonna die bae?" I asked her.

"She should be alright," Daya said before turning the corner.

I picked up Nessa and throw her over my shoulder. She wasn't heavy but at the same time she wasn't light as a feather. I was careful not to hit her head on the walls or doors but she was cutting up too bad.

"WOOHOOO!" She yelled "Let me ride it like this! I'll ride you like a pornstar Tes!" She yelled out and then was back out in half a second. She must have taken some antidepressants my mom had after Drelon died.

"You not riding shit." Daya said walking up behind us. I don't think she meant for me to hear that but I did.

When we got into the room, I put Nessa onto the bed. Daya came in and sat two bags of ice and some leftover grits from this morning on the dresser. I stepped back when she was on the bed.

Daya was going through Nessa's suitcase and I was just standing there clueless about what to do next. I was in fear for real. If this girl died trying to OD I was gonna feel low key responsible although I had no idea if she was battling any other demons.