Nice Guys Don't Finish Last (11 page)

“Abdul, Abdul,” I heard a familiar voice scream my name. “Please don’t die on us,” the person screamed louder as I could see not their face.

“Sir, we need for you to stay in the waiting room,” the doctor relayed the message. The unknown voice matched Nico, but how would he know I was here?

“He is my room-mate, I need to see if he’s alright. I need to know if he’s alright,” the person yelled as I realized it was indeed Nico, but my mouth would not allow me to speak. My jaw seemed dislocated from my face, and my teeth felt shattered. I didn’t remember anything that happened prior to me lying in this hospital.

“Sir, you have to wait in here,” the female doctor told Nico as they pushed the gurney I was on into a room filled with brighter lights. I could not see clearly, but my pupils flicked quicker than a switch as four people cornered me & lift me to another bed.

“Cut his pants… I need you to remove his pants,” the doctor yelled as I could hear a pair of scissors cut through my jeans. The flat-line screen echoed louder than nails on a chalkboard.

“There is a bullet right here in his chest, it punctured his lungs,” the voice of the doctor went fluctuated.
“Give him some anesthesia, hurry hurry hurry,” a female voice yelled as my body became cold and I began to drift away.

I
sat in the waiting room, after those asshole doctors wouldn’t allow me to see Abdul. I have no idea what happened to him, and I’ve never seen so much blood in my life. He laid on that gurney with no awareness, like his guess remained as good as mine. At this point, I had no idea if he would make it or not.

“Honey, are you okay,” Ms. Bridget sat next to me. “No, I’m not fine at all. This cannot be happening… first, Roger… now, Abdul. Please tell me we are dreaming,” I asked.
“Unfortunately, we are awake but I think he will be fine. Just sit here, and pray,” she said as she smiled and kissed me on the cheek with her small, soft lips. “Everything will be fine.”
“I hope so. Why do you seem so calm about it, Ms. Bridget,” I asked as I didn’t understand why she appeared at peace with the turmoil.
“Because I know God hears my prayers, and He’s going to take care of Roger for me. I believe Roger is still here watching the both us,” she smiled rubbing my head.
“Really? I’m still in shock that he’s gone, and I am

clueless coping with death,” I said looking at her pale white skin. “Well, if you know God then you know that Roger is taken care of. Now, Abdul… I think God wants him to stay on this earth. He has a lot more to learn & accomplish,” she said.

“Yeah, I hope you are right. I think all of this is my fault though because I am so mean to him. I take him for granted! He made one mistake and I held that against him for a year, when I should have let it go. Now, all of these bad things been happening to me lately & if I lose him, I don’t know what I would do.”

“Oh my God, Nico. I heard about Abdul and tried to get here as fast as I could,” David, Abdul’s friend ran towards me in the main lobby in panic, sweating bullets from head to toe dressed in hand me down sweatpants, slippers with excessive holes & a gray pea-coat.

“Who told you,” I asked confusedly remaining in my chair as Ms. Bridget stared at him with doubt in her eyes.
“You know news travel fast in Baltimore. What happened? Is he okay?”
“The doctors wouldn’t tell me, but there was a lot of blood,” I distanced myself from the chair & walked in a corner to get privacy as he followed. The hospital was packed with horrific sights including the little girl being rushed in with a hole in her forehead & an old guy whose leg was literally hanging off by a thread of skin.
“Oh my God, I hope he’s going to be alright.”
“Me too,” I responded vaguely, over-thinking my physicality. Should my arms be folded or hang by my side?
“Well, I’m about to go to the restroom. Try to hold it together, Nico,” he said as I took a deep breath & watched him walk away for at least fifteen seconds, and I sat next to Ms. Bridget, again.
“Who was that,” she asked as I stared into space.
“He is one of Abdul’s friends.”
“You two must not really get along.”
“Huh? Why you say that?”
“Because body language speaks high volumes, dear,” she insisted.
“No, we’re cool.”
“Well back to what I was saying initially, I’m going to be very honest with you,” she said as I genuinely listened. “I don’t agree with your homosexual lifestyle--.”
“Ms. Bridget, I don’t think this is the appropriate time to---.”
“Wait, let me finish,” she said as I shut my mouth to listen carefully.
“I don’t agree with your homosexual lifestyle, but it has been brought to my attention how much you two really love each other. If Abdul pulls through, which I’m sure he will, I hope you two set your differences aside & try to work on it. Prayerfully, this will open your eyes & help you see that we must forgive those who hurt us, especially when we want to be forgiven ourselves. I think what you should do right now is… pray.”
“But I don’t know how to pray, Ms. Bridgett. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”
“Yes you do, you can pray right now,” she insisted as I looked at her like she was crazy.
“Oh no, I’d rather not. I don’t even know where to begin. People would look at me like I’m crazy in here.”
“Baby, are these people going to forgive you & determine whether or not Abdul makes it?”
“Well, they can determine if he makes it,” I said sarcastically.
“No, God decides if he makes it or not. The doctors are just the messengers, don’t you ever forget that,” she smiled with warmth. The advice was so simple, yet hard to swallow.
“Praying isn’t about being on bended knees with your palms clapped together; you can sit there with your eyes closed in silence while praying. For starters, you can ask God to forgive you for taking your blessings for granted. Ask Him to help save your partner,” she said rubbing my hands with an angelic smirk on her face. This is the first time someone preached and I didn’t resist it. Not even my own mother could tell me anything about religion without me throwing a fit. Ms. Bridget opened my eyes to the things I’ve done wrong. Honestly, I never knew White people were into church like that.
“Thank you so much, you’re allowing me to view things in a different light,” I grabbed to hold.
“Your welcome, Nicolas! Now close your eyes, and ask Him for forgiveness,” she said as I closed my eyes and began to think about the first time Abdul and I met.

It was the steamy summer of 2006, and Deja invited me to her friend’s social gathering held at the condos in the Westview area. The scenery was filled with down-low brothers, beautiful thin girls & a large bucket of fried chicken.

“What’s wrong boo? Are you ready to go,” she whispered.
“I mean, if you want to stay then we can. I don’t want to be inconsiderate,” I said.
“I mean, we can go if you want to,” she insisted.
“I am fine,” I said as I sat there watching everyone in the house play Taboo. The blue team was whipping the red team’s ass, and I got irritated every time the leader on the blue team won a round because he was happy to answer correctly. He seemed cocky and was a “know-it-all”, which turned me off.
“He is so cute,” Deja said.
“Yeah, he’s okay. He is getting on my nerves,” I said while I watched him laugh with a drink in his hand.
“Why,” she laughed.
“Because he’s laughing too loud and thinks he knows everything.”
“You only mad because he beat you in that first game. He is cute and you know it.”
“No, he’s alright. I don’t see the big deal,” I said.
“Well, he looks exactly like your type. Very attractive, boyish & a tall,” she said.
“Deja, I’m taller than him. How is he a nice height?”
“No you are not! I say you go ahead and talk to him,” she declared.
“I said no, I’m not interested bitch!”
“Well fine, he will know when I inform him myself. Because I know you, and you want to talk to him deep down inside,” she insisted.
“Okay you go ahead and tell lie to that boy and he’s going to get his precious feelings hurt.”
“What are you two talking about,” the guy asked while Deja winked at me and began to walk away.
“Ummm, where do you think you are going miss,” I asked.
“I just realized I need to fix my make-up, so you two go ahead and talk,” she lied patting her face with her fingers as I flared my nose up at her in disgust.
“Hi,” I said to him irritably.
“Hey,” he said.
“I see you are very competitive. You beat the game six times,” I said.
“No, I wouldn’t consider myself competitive. Just followed the rules and played the game. I could tell you were mad at me though,” he said.
“No, I wasn’t mad at you. I don’t even know you,” I insisted.
“Uh huh. Are you having fun,” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s cool. But my best friend and I are leaving when she gets out the bathroom.”
“Already? You two should stay longer, I wanted to talk to you,” he said.
“We’re talking right now,” I said.
“No, but you’re about to leave. So our time will be cut short,” he said looking in my eyes.
“Why do you want to talk to me,” I asked.
“Because I’ve never seen you before! You must be younger than everyone in here.”
“I’m eighteen, but I’ll be nineteen in two weeks.”
“Oh okay. When is your birthday,” he asked.
“July 7
^th
,” I answered.
“Oh okay, you’re a Cancer. That was my mom’s birthday, so I will never forget that.”
“Oh really. Why you say was,” I asked.
“She passed when I was younger,” he said as my heart dropped.
“I am so sorry to hear that, I can’t imagine what that feels like,” I said.
“It’s okay, man. I am a Pieces.”
“Oh I can’t get into that zodiac shit,” I said.
“Oh really?”
“No, I can’t. How old are you,” I asked.
“I just turned 21 in March,” he said.
“Oh, so someone is legal,” I laughed.
“Yeah, so do you have a name Mr. Birthday Boy?”
“Yes, my name is Nico. And yours?”
“Nico? That’s different, I like it. My name is Abdul.”
“Nice to meet you, Abdul.”
“My pleasure babe, are you single?”
“Where are you from? Because you have a southern accent,” I asked.
“I’m from Atlanta. But you didn’t answer my question,” he said.
“Yeah, I knew you were from somewhere else because I know people in Baltimore don’t talk like that,” I laughed.
“You keep changing the subject,” he said.
“No, I’m not. But I see my best friend leaving out the bathroom, so I’ll talk to you later, Abdul,” I said walking away from him.
“Wait, you didn’t give me your number,” he shouted. “If you really want it, you’ll find it,” I shouted.

That same night, I got a request from him on MySpace, and he left message stating he knew he’d find me and insisted I gave him my number. I loved how persistent he was, and that he didn’t give up on me, so we started dating… now it’s been three years.

“Nico, are you finished praying,” Ms. Bridget said snapping her finger in my face.
“Yes, I’m finished.”

The
room was dark, and I could feel him practically hovering over top of me. I could only see his shadow reflecting from the window, as he pulled my pants off while sucking on my neck. He was so aggressive, I didn't want to express how uncomfortable the position felt because I was afraid he would beat me up if I said one word.

"Give me that boy pussy, yo! Give me that boy pussy," the boy repeated as he roughly played with my ass, and flipped me on top of him. He was hood, and I loved every bit of it. His body was so slim, yet muscular and those hips thrust between my glorious thighs.

"Yo, turn around," he flipped me on my stomach & climbed on my back. He later pulled out a bottle of lotion and stroked it on his raw penis.

"Don't you think we need some condoms & lube," I asked.
"What? My dick is too sensitive for condoms & lube is bullshit, mane. Be quiet, before I get soft," he said aggressively.
"I mean... I'm just say---"
"Shut up, and give me that boy pussy," he whispered as he pushed his penis in my round ass as if it was a vagina. "Ouuuccchhhh," I screamed. "Move back."
"What? I'm trynna break you in, your hole is small as shit yo."
"But you can't just jam it in there like I’m a girl, Deandre."
"Man, come on with this electoring shit."
"Huh, do you mean lecturing," I asked.
"Yeah, man whatever! I'm just here to fuck, not to learn English," he said.
"And apparently you're here to learn how to fuck too," I laughed.
"What? You gon' make me knock that smile off your face," he yelled.
"It's not that serious, just vibe with me," I said as I grabbed his thin penis and stroked it with my hand from the back. I rubbed some of the Avon lotion into my anus to become wetter, and inserted his penis slowly and felt a tear in my anus as he grinded in & out full circle. We began to move in a circular motion, as my body introduced me to an appreciation for the wood. I pushed him off of me, and hopped on him to ride. I vaguely saw his face, but the moans & groans declared it was satisfying!
"This is the best piece of ass I've ever had," he said as I took control of the situation and began to think about Abdul wearing the ass out. I can imagine how lovely it would be if he pounced on this ass one good time. The more I could picture Abdul's face, the wilder the sex grew with Deandre, the headboard from the bed slammed into his wall repeatedly and he screamed loudly---
"Wait a minute... what was that," he asked.
"What was what," I asked.
"That stuff on me," he said.
"What are you talking about," I asked.
"It's on my pelvis and thighs," he said as I touched his pelvic area and around my assets, and realized I defecated on his penis. Lord, dump me in a coffin & bury me now!

It
felt like someone super-glued my eyelids together because it was war trying to unclutter them. When they finally opened, the sun pierced my pupils through the blinds. The wide framed windows were much bigger than mine at home; it became apparent I was elsewhere. Restraint caused my sore neck to move slowly, where I saw my body dressed in a white & blue polka dot hospital bed. The wristband sliced through my hand, sharp enough to sever it.

I turned my head sideways & noticed Nico sleeping in the chair across from me. I vaguely remember what happened prior to my bedridden state. However, the image of a guy's head being blown off his shoulders flashes my memory.