“It might be her bitter ass,” I fired back.
“I think you need to holla at her,” Keith added.
I stood up and walked up the steps.
“My nigga, I promise you on everything I love, that is not the only thing I’ma do.”
I hung up on Keith and checked on Amir. He was asleep with a slight smile on his face.
I then walked into my room and looked at Islah’s side of the bed. I haven’t slept in that shit since she been gone, but I felt like I was having withdrawals. I lay on her side of the bed, smelling the Fendi perfume I bought her all through it.
I was picturing Islah lying in my arms, with her legs against mine, the way she talked softly in the morning before we got up, and that smile on her face after I kissed her.
I needed her back, and if Jada had the answers or had something to do with that nigga taking my girl…
I didn’t know what the end result would be for her.
I let my mind wander for hours, not even realizing that time really passed until I saw the sun coming up.
I got up, took my shower, lined my beard up a lil’ bit, and came out of my room to see Amir sitting on my bed.
“Morning, Dad.”
I walked over and hugged him. “Good morning, son. Are you ready for school?”
He shrugged. “Not really. I had a bad dream that Islah wasn’t coming home, that something happened to her.”
I pulled away from him and looked in his eyes. He looked tired, like me. I hated that this shit wasn’t just affecting me, but my lil’ man too.
“Go ahead back to your room and try to rest. I’ll have Katie come over and stay with you.”
He nodded and headed back to his room before stopping in the hallway.
“What are you doing today?” he asked.
“I need to handle some business regarding Islah. Somebody might know where she is.”
Amir cracked a light smile. “I hope they do, and I hope you handle them.”
I chuckled under my breath. I might have let that lil’ nigga know a lil’ too much about me.
“Don’t worry, son, ya dad got this.”
Amir went off, and I was about to call Katie to see what she was on for the day when Kenya called me.
“Hello?” I said, answering the phone.
“Hey, Love, it’s me, Deja, and Renee. Have you heard anything?”
“At first, nah, I was looking for them alone, but I wasn’t coming up with anything. I put my YNs on it, and somebody gave me a lead. I’m finna follow up on it once I see if my cousin can come over and watch Amir. He had a bad dream about Islah, and I told him he could stay home today.”
“Damn, he sounds like us,” Deja said. “We’ve been having dreams about her like crazy.”
“Well, we can come watch him. We weren’t working today. All of our sleep has been off.”
I nodded. “I feel that. If you want to slide through, that will help, then I can hit the streets.”
“Let us grab some breakfast, and we will be there.”
