Free Finding Forever by Keisha Ervin Page B

wondered, checking his watch. She’d been gone over ten minutes. It didn’t take that long to use the bathroom. Koran made his way through the club in search of her. Halfway across the room, he noticed that O was no longer standing where he once was. This set off an alarm in Koran’s head. Instantly, he knew something foul was up. Koran walked even faster. Pushing his way through the mob of people, he spotted O with his arm around Whitney’s waist. His hand cupped her chin as he tried his best to force her to kiss him. Whitney struggled to get away, but his grip was too tight.
     
    “O, get off of me,” she yelled.
     
    “Why you trippin’? We was just chillin’ a minute ago. Just give me one kiss. I know you want to.”
     
    “I don’t want to do shit! Get the fuck off of me before I scream and if I scream Koran gon’ come over here and whoop yo’ ass!”
     
    “FUCK KORAN! SCREAM! I DON’T GIVE A FUCK! THAT NIGGA AIN’T GON’ DO SHIT!”
     
    Koran could feel his blood pressure rise. This was the last straw. Grabbing a hold to the back of O’s shirt, Koran spun him around. A look of bewilderment filled O’s face as Koran’s fist slammed repeatedly into his face. O never even had a chance to fight back. All of the rage and frustration Koran had kept pent-up inside was being released on him. Whitney had never seen Koran in such a state. She wanted to scream for him to stop, but she was too scared. Koran’s punches were coming at lightening speed. Before O knew it, he was on the floor, curled up in a fetal position and begging for help.
     
    “Get yo’ bitch ass up,” Koran barked, kicking him in the face.
     
    He’d completely blacked out and gone to another place. Koran kind of liked the state he was in. Each kick that connected with O’s ribs lifted Koran’s spirit more and more. He was tired of trying to do right by everybody. What did being good get you, anyway? The people in his life that he tried to treat right in turn treated him like shit, including Whitney.
     
    She’d left without so much as a goodbye when he needed her most. His mother preferred shooting up over taking care of him. For four years Trina had played with his love and money for her own selfish needs. O mistook his guidance and friendship as a sign of weakness. Wherever Koran turned, evil haunted him, so instead of running from it he now embraced it.
     
    Whitney’s eyes bulged at the sight of blood spewing from O’s nose and mouth. Something had taken over Koran. She could see it in his eyes. He wasn’t the same. A dark cloud hovered over him and Whitney didn’t want any part of it. Slowly, she stepped back.
Out of the corner of his eye, Koran could see her about to walk away. This enraged him even more. Just as he was about to pull his gun and finish the job, Sheek and three security guards approached. It took all three of them to pull him off of O. Security had to drag Koran out of the club, he was so riled up. Once he’d calmed down security finally let him go.
     
    “What the fuck is wrong wit you?” Sheek questioned. “You been wildin’ out since you got here.”
     
    “Cuz, that nigga had his hands all over Whitney!”
     
    “For real?”
     
    “Yeah, up there talkin’ about fuck Koran! On everything I love I will kill that nigga!” Koran paced back and forth.
     
    “All of that ain’t even necessary. His ass just off the payroll, plain and simple, but where is Whitney?” Sheek looked around.
     
    “I guess her ass left!”
     
    “Why she leave?”
     
    “Shit if I know. Where the fuck is my phone?” Koran patted his jacket pockets. “Give me a second, cuz,” he said, walking away.
     
    After locating his phone, he dialed Whitney’s number.
     
    “Hello?” she answered after several rings.
     
    “Where the fuck you at?”
     
    “Koran, don’t call my phone talkin’ crazy.”
     
    “So that’s how it is? I get into it wit a nigga and you bounce?”
     
    “You damn right!” she spat. “I