It's been over two weeks since Erica had talked to Will. She couldn't believe this nigga actually thought that it would be so easy to get rid of her.
"Yeah I got something for his ass" Erica said to herself as she stared out the window of her E class Mercedes Benz. Erica had been parked across the street from Will and Samara's townhome for over an hour contemplating what she was going to say to Will.
"Fuck it." she finally said before hopping out of her Benz and running across the street.
Ding Dong Ding Dong.
Will was in shock when he pulled open the front door.
" Yooo! What the fuck are you doing?!" Will exclaimed in disbelief. "If Samara was here , she would kill your ass! You losing your shit Erica."
Little did Will know Erica knew Samara wasn't home because she had been following her for the past three days, she knew Samara's routine down to a T.
"Will" Erica stated, holding her hand up as if she were waving a white flag. "I'm not trying
to start shit" she pleaded. "Can I come in for a quick second so we can talk?"
Will hesitated before letting Erica in. " Make it quick. Samara will be home soon" he said.
As Erica took a seat, she glanced around the luxurious living space with envy. What the fuck, she thought. This is supposed to be OUR home. Not him and that bitch Samara.
Erica attempted to hide her disdain and she smiled at Will. "You guys have a beautiful home" Erica complimented.
That caught Will off guard. "Um..thanks" he replied, before taking his seat across from Erica on the loveseat and taking a swig of his beer. "Oh my bad, Can I get you something to drink?" Will asked.
That was Will. always considerate, even of people who did not deserve it.
"Yes, water please" Erica answered.
Erica waited for Will to disappear down the hall before removing a small vile from her bag, filled with a powdered substance. Erica quickly emptied the contents of the vile into Will's beer bottle before swishing the bottle around a few times in hopes of dissolving the substance into his drink.
Moments later,Will reappeared carrying a glass of water with lemon. He handed the glass to Erica before taking a seat. Erica was in awe; he had remembered that she always liked her water with lemon.
" Now what's up E?" Will questioned as he took a few more swigs of his beer.
" Look Will," Erica started, "I never meant for shit to get as crazy as it has between us. We used to be so close. What happened?" she asked, now with a sad look in her eyes.
Will shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was so tired of going through this with Erica. It was as if she refused to accept that she ended their marriage, that she had left him.
" I miss you" Erica continued. "I know you miss me too. Otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting here right now".
Will let out an exasperated breath of air before placing elbow to knees and running his hands over his sponged coils.
"Look Erica. I cannot keep doing this shit with you" Will stated calmly, yet firm. his tone was always authoritative. " You obviously didn't think this divorce through, but its been almost two years! Not two weeks or two months, but years Erica!" Will emphasized.
Will had to laugh out loud. Two fucking years and Erica was still on him...HARD. He was starting to think that she wasn't wrapped too tight. Who does shit like this?
"You threw me away. I was an ain't shit nigga to you remember?" he reminded Erica once again. " You just knew it was better out there than me.
Will sat back on the couch and took another swig of beer. "Now look at you, practica---" Will stopped mid sentence; he felt a tingling sensation coursing throughout his body as he glanced over to Erica, who's body tripled in his vision.
The room began to spin and Will felt his body go numb as he slid off the couch, sending the beer bottle crashing loudly onto the wood finished floor. "What the fuck did you give me?" Will muttered, trying to lift his head from the floor.
" Shhh.." Erica said softly as she sashayed over to Will. "We're going to get our shit together baby. I won't live without you"
Erica's voice began to fade as Will's eyes became heavier and he struggled to keep them open. "Just rest" was the last thing Will heard Erica say before drifting into unconsciousness.