“I’m in Blue Pointe and I’m in the Charger.”
“You gotta bring the truck,” he cries.
“Okay,” I start but the call abruptly ends. When I try to call him back, it goes straight to voicemail. It must have died. “Shit,” I utter before walking back into her bedroom.
As quiet as I can, I put on my jeans, tee, hoodie, and Timbs. After sliding my cell into my pocket, I lean in and kiss Narissa’s forehead. She slightly lifts her head then opens her eyes.
“You leaving?” she mumbles.
“I got to. Family shit. I’ll hit you tomorrow though. Come lock your door.”
“Just lock the bottom lock before you close it. It’s fine,” she mumbles.
She lowers her head then turns over in the bed, stretching out her toned legs. I creep out of her room, down the hall, and into the living room. A girl, I’m guessing her roommate, is laid out on the sofa and the television is on. When I turn the deadbolt to unlock the door, she hears me and stirs.
“Narissa?” she asks.
“Nah but she’s sleep. She told me to just lock the bottom lock,” I say.
At the sound of my voice, she shoots up on the sofa and turns on the lamp. “Rissa!” she yells while glaring at me. “Rissa! Please tell me you know this man standing in our muthafucking living room,” she screams at the top of her lungs. Then, she grabs the remote and points it at me like it’s a damn weapon or something.
“Look. Ay, take this up with yo’ girl. I gotta go,” I say and open the door.Shit! It’s raining.
I hear Narissa yell, “What? Why are you screaming,” as I walk out.That’s on them to discuss.
Since it’s raining, I jog to my Charger. When I get in, I try Kadean again but it’s still going to voicemail. I pull off and race to my townhouse in the Falls. The minute my garage raises, I know what’s up. Kadean’s motorcycle is gone. His dumb ass came here and took it.
“Shit!”
As fast as I can, I hop out of my Charger and jump into my Silverado, back out, and leave. My townhome in the Falls is about twenty-five minutes from Blue Mountain. The back way, on Sparrow Road, avoids all the lights and saves time but a lot of people avoid it at night because it’s only a two-lane road with a sharp curve. It’s typically vacant when it’s dark and raining.
From my crib, I ride about twenty miles then merge onto Sparrow. I can count on one hand the number of vehicles I pass on the road as I drive. When I approach the curve, I slow down and start to look for Kadean. As soon as I round the corner, I see it.
“Fuck!” I yell while hitting my damn steering wheel.
Kadean’s motorcycle is turned over on the side of the road and there’s a small red car next to it. Smoke is coming from the car or his motorcycle, I can’t tell. I approach closer and flash my brights to get a better look and see tire marks on the road. I also have a clearer view of the car and it doesn’t look good. This is bad. The driver’s door is smashed, the front driver’s tire is flat, and the hood is slightly lifted.
After turning off my high beams, I pull off the road onto the unpaved, grassy shoulder, right behind his motorcycle. I keep my engine running because I don’t really know exactly what’s going on or how bad this shit really is. The moment I step out of my ride, Kadean limps over to me.
“We got to go,” he rushes out.
“Wait. Is somebody in there?” I ask.
“Nah. Uhn uh. I don’t know but we gotta go, Xai. Now,” he says and the liquor on his breath is so strong it burns my damn nose.
“Somebody has to be inside. We gotta check,” I grit before stepping to the car. Kadean limps behind me.
The car is on a tilt and the passenger door is ajar. I open it fully and lean in. There’s an older lady in the driver’s seat. She’s conscious but the airbag has deployed and she’s strapped into her seat belt. Her head turns toward me and her expression is either fear, surprise, or a mixture of both. Trying to keep her calm, I raise my hand.
As gently as I can, I say, “I’m here to help. I’m going to get you out of here.” She nods. “Can you move?”
“Go. Just go,” she struggles to get out and her words confuse me.
“What? Can you hear me?” I ask for clarification.
“Leave, please,” she sighs.
“No. I can get you out,” I assure her. “Just hold on.” When I ease out of the car and stand upright, I pull my cell out of my pocket to dial 911. Before I can dial, Kadean knocks my phone out of my hand. “What the fuck you do that for?” I bark.
