“It feels like a weight being lifted off my shoulder.”
“Well, listen, he got his party. Girl, you are going to have yours,” Kenya said. “I am thinking a spa day that leads into a club night.”
Deja and Renee agreed with her.
“Iight, I am with you, but I am driving cause when I am ready to leave and be with my man, I am outta there.”
Chapter 28
Plotting & Planning
It had been close to a week since the car hit that tree and my body felt like it never left it. Every time I moved wrong, something pulled in my arm, and my leg was getting worse instead of getting better. The burns weren’t just skin level, no more, it felt deeper, like something was setting in. The room we were in didn’t even smell right anymore, but more like sweat and old blood, and something turning bad.
Carlos kept talking about the hospital again like he was a broken record. Frog was on the same timing now too, both of them watching my arm like they could see what I was trying not to. Kev wasn’t even arguing anymore, just watching me like he already knew what was coming, and hell, Joe ass was barely moving at all.
They were all mad at me. They wanted to leave Atlanta and go back home or to a hospital to get fixed. I wasn’t going for any of that.
Every conversation was the same, and every time I said no, it just made the room tighter.
What I wasn’t sayin’ out loud was I could feel myself slipping, not mentally, not fully, but something was shifting. Pain got away of doing that, making your thoughts move different when your body can’t keep up.
I sat there scrolling my phone just to get out of my head and ended up coming across Love’s Facebook page.
His life still looked untouched, still moving like nothing had blended into it. That was the part that I couldn’t shake. Like we were the only ones that got burned in this.
I scrolled years back in his shit, trying to learn him a lil’ bit more, when I saw he had a female tagged in a picture. I looked down at it and saw it was him, her, and a baby.
I smirked.
Her name was Jada.
I done found his baby mama shit. I clicked on her page and saw the type of girl she was. Looked like she was from the hood, or like the hood a lil’ too much. It also looked like she liked a certain type of nigga.
I sent her a friend request, and she accepted it in no time.
The room kept moving around me, but I wasn’t in it right. I was watching my phone, scrolling through the girl’s life trying to see if she could lead me to anything.
I didn’t think my next move out fully, I just did it and called her on Messenger.
No announcement, no talking myself into it, I just did it and held the phone to my ear as it rang, watching my boys in the background sill argue about the hospital and leaving when she picked up.
“Hello?” she said with an attitude.
I smiled, she might be the type to get down the way I needed.
“Hey baby girl…”
The line went silent for a second.
“Nigga, who are you?” she asked.
“I’m Gio Boo. I know you don’t know me, but I know the same people that you do.”
“Love and Islah,” I responded, making her get quiet again.
“Why the fuck are you calling me about my baby daddy and his bitch?”
I nodded to myself, I knew I could convince her to do what I needed.
