After about seven hours of driving, I passed it off to Sammy so I could try to get some sleep.
I don’t know the last time I slept all night. Every time I closed my eyes, I was seeing Islah.
More time passed, and Kenya took the wheel, and that bitch drove like a bat outta hell, rocking us side to side.
“Well damn, Kenya, we should let you drive the rest of the way,” I said, laughing.
“Listen, it should take us two days, maybe three, to get there. I will do the rest of today, and then we can go from there?” Kenya offered.
I looked around the car, and everybody agreed.
“Iight, speed demon, go ahead.”
Kenya nodded at me, then focused on the road while me and my niggas smoked and her girls talked and ate.
After a while, we stopped for food. I checked on Amir, telling him goodnight, and then we hopped back on the road.
Throughout the whole night, I was in and out of sleep. Tossing side to side, dreaming about weird shit, waking up to stare at the road, then falling back to sleep to dream some more.
None of the shit was good.
Dreams about Islah crying my name, calling out to me for help, of that nigga taking his anger out about me on her. The possibility of my baby not being okay because of that nigga was all started to fill my head the closer we were getting to her.
I jumped up outta my sleep just as we were passing a mile marker. The miles to California were getting smaller and smaller.
I checked the time on my phone, and it was about six in the morning. I looked around the car, and everybody was still sleeping.
“You want to pull over and let me drive some?” I asked Kenya.
“Nah, I am good right now.”
I nodded and focused back on my phone.
“You know that you call Islah’s name while you sleep?” she asked me.
“I do?” I asked her.
She nodded. “Yup, you have said her name at least five times.”
I laughed. “Damn, my bad. I really do miss my girl.”
She nodded. “I see that you do. You know, she is lucky to have a man that loves her the way that you do. Me and my girls talk about it all the time… All women dream about a man treating her like you do; it’s just… it’s beautiful to see.”
I smiled. “I am the lucky one.”
Kenya looked at me, and I continued.
“I know I was with her while she was healing, but at the same time, I think that she healed me. After my BM played me, I didn’t think I would trust a female again, and then I saw her. She didn’t even speak to me yet, didn’t even look my direction, and I saw her and knew I needed to marry her…that I was going to marry her.”
“I am glad that I have her as a friend, and I am glad my friend has real love. Teach your niggas so I can get one.”
We laughed and continued talking about random shit until everybody else got up, and then we took a stop to stretch.
Kenya was nothing to play with on the interstate. Because of her and her heavy ass foot, we were halfway there.
We stopped, went into some diner, and sat down to eat. While we were waiting for our food to come, Renee asked, “How are you gonna find where she’s at?”
I took a sip of my orange juice. “We are gonna go out Crenshaw. He’s a known nigga out there from what Islah said. Somebody out there is going to know something.”
