Lenny rushed down to the street. He left the car at his apartment building and walked the couple blocks to Kim’s for great sex, something Nicki hasn’t given him in a real long time. No, it seemed like forever. He picked up the pace as he rushed down 2nd Street, towards Garfield Park. His stomach gurgled, again. What the fuck was wrong with him? Something he ate? Bad drugs? Did Kim give him some kind of killer VD?
He turned right on F Street. His apartment building was along the curve, when F Street turns into 1st Street. Not far now. Lenny’s ears rang as his heartbeat got louder and louder. He began to stagger. Lenny pulled out his cell from his pant’s pocket. He tapped Nicki in the contact list, putting the phone to his ear.
“Where are you?” Nicki demanded. “Are you with that slut again? You know I can track your every move through that cell phone of yours. Wait till I get—”
“Oh God.” Lenny collapsed to the on the sidewalk. “Help me,” he whispered.
“Lenny? You alright?’
“No, you stupid bitch I’m not. I’m having . . .” He rolled onto his back. “Help me. Help me please,” he gasped.
“Lenny? Lenny!” Nicki yelled over the phone. “I’m coming baby. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Keep your phone on.”
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