“Drake’s. Fucking. Car.”
“…It’s not.”
Stage six: The Dirty Revenge
2:54 AM
Celie gestures to the car on the curb, eyes bugged.
“It the-fuck is.”
I squint. “It’s literally not.”
“I know his fucking car, Allie.”
Her eyes grow wider.
“That’s his Audi. Look at the rims.
“Lookat the fuckin’ rims.”
I look.
It’s not his car.
Now she’s pacing,
hands on her head,
heels tapping out panic.
“Where the fuck he at?”
She spins in a circle,
heels scuffing,
searching the streets for him.
Then she looks at me, confused.
“Where the fuck arewe?”
“Ludlow near Rivington.”
“Shit. You think he’s with a girl?”
She clutches her chest,
the thought a bullet to the heart.
Then both of her arms shoot up, eyes wild.
“Well, what am I supposed to do with this information, Allie?”
“Nothin’. Walk away.”
“Nah—we gotta do somethin’.”
