“Look, I’ma let you out here. I have to get to another call.”
“Sir, what? No, you-you didn’t get me from the entrance. Pull in at least.”
The officer never responded. He put his car in park, hopped out, and opened the back door. Before I stepped out, I stared at him, shaking my head in disbelief.
I got out, and he quickly closed the door, got in, turned on his sirens, and sped off.
I walked through the entrance and up to my apartment. The door was open, but all fucked up. I walked inside, and our shit was thrown all over the place. Picture frames broken, drawers pulled out and on the floor.
I shook my head as I walked through, trying to figure out where to start.
The living room looked like the easiest. I started to pick up picture frames and the couch cushions when I heard a knock. I turned quickly to see Bully with a duffel bag in his hand.
“Bro okay?” he asked.
“They said that he was, but I don’t really know.”
He nodded.
“Islah, baby girl, you can’t stay here. Let me get you a room somewhere until they can come fix your door.”
“Thank you, I can’t believe that this is happening. I don’t know what to do.”
Bully was on his phone typing, then he stopped.
“My side joint works at this nice hotel downtown. I’ma send the link to your phone.”
I nodded, and he reached out his hand with the duffel bag.
“And this is for you. Bro asked me to give this to you if anything happened to him. It might be something in there that might turn shit around for you.”
He walked out, and I looked back around at everything and decided to pack up some clothes, grab my phone, Gio’s pillow so I could hold it, and that bag Bully gave me, and headed to the hotel.
The ride was silent, and I kept my eye on my phone, hoping that I would get a call from Gio. But it didn’t come.
I stopped and got myself some food, something to smoke to calm my nerves, and went straight to the hotel.
Bully’s side bitch greeted me at the front desk. I only knew it was her because she wouldn’t stop talking about how she loves his big ass.
Once I got into the room, I sat down with all my things in front of me and cried for real, getting it all out at one time. My life just turned upside down. I wanted to talk to my man. I needed him to tell me everything would be okay.
I started thinking about our bills, about our plans; everything just went away in the blink of an eye. I stared at the duffel bag that Gio left for me. I felt like I was waiting to open it for some reason, but I wasn’t sure why. It was a lot to take in, and I was trying my best.
After a while of sitting in my thoughts, I went and took a nice hot shower, then hopped into bed, holding Gio’s pillow, smelling his cologne, weed, and hair oil, and fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was dark, and I had no missed calls or messages.
I sat up, ordered some food and drinks, and went in and sat in the living room, staring at the bag on the floor. I sucked my teeth and went and sat on the floor in front of the damn bag. I unzipped it, took a deep breath, and pulled it open. I reached in and pulled out two bricks that had a note on it that said:“Do what you need to do.”
I kept digging. There was some money in there, enough to take care of everything for a lil’ bit, but then I saw a key that had an address attached to it and a ring box.
I stared at both of them, but that address, I knew it.
I jumped up off the floor, threw on some clothes, grabbed my car keys, and rushed out the door, passing my room service.
I took the back steps to my car, not wanting to wait on the elevator, as I was too anxious.
Once I got to my car, I put the address in the GPS, and once I saw it was taking me to the hills, my heart raced. The whole time I drove, I squeezed the lil’ box in my hand, still not ready to open it.
