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a’ight,” he said, his voice raised a little.
    I sighed. The light changed, and he quickly pulled off.
    I wanted to know what went down back there. “Baby, you sure you’re okay?” I asked, but he didn’t answer me.
    I thought about Jade, and I worried if her and her man made it out of there okay. I picked up my cell phone and started to dial up her number. But it rang and rang, until I got her voice mail. I dialed again, and I got the same thing, her voice mail.
    â€œRoscoe, you think James and Jade made it out there okay?” I asked. But he didn’t answer. I thought,
What the fuck is his problem now?
    We made it back to the hood in no time. Roscoe parked his truck, and we walked back to our apartment. I kept my mouth shut. I knew his attitude, and if he didn’t wanna talk about it right now, I left it alone.
    The minute we stepped into the apartment, Roscoe went straight in the bathroom, I guess to wash the blood off his hands. I went into the bedroom to get undressed.
    After I slipped outta my clothing and put on something more comfortable, I picked up my phone and tried calling Jade again. I got her voice mail again. Fuck. Now I was more than a little worried. When Roscoe came into the bedroom, I asked him to call up James and see if they were all right. But he ignored me. I noticed that he wasn’t getting ready for bed; this nigga was changing clothes to go back out.
    Nah, I wasn’t trying to hear that shit. I jumped up and barked, “Where you going?”
    â€œBack out,” he explained drily.
    â€œFuck you mean? You staying here,” I said with attitude.
    He smirked, looking like,
Whatever!
    â€œRoscoe, why you playin’? What if sumthin’ happens to you out there? Stay here, baby. Don’t worry ’bout out there tonight,”I pleaded, gripping his shirt and looking him in the eyes.
    But his stubborn fucking ass continued to get dressed, like my concern was unimportant to him.
    â€œBaby, call James. Call him,” I said.
    â€œHe a’ight,” he said.
    â€œHow you know?”
    â€œBecause I know that nigga can handle himself.”
    â€œWhat about Jade?”
    â€œShy, go to bed. I’ll be back,” he said.
    He strolled outta the bedroom and headed for the door. I followed him. I pulled him by his jacket, begging for him to stay. I wanted him to keep me company. I didn’t want my man to leave. But he turned around and shouted, “Shy, go to bed! I’ll be back! Damn!” And just like that, my fucking man bounced on me.

~ CHAPTER 5 ~
camille
    I t was damn near four in the morning, and my damn phone was ringing constantly. You know that pissed a sista off. I’m trying to get my sleep.
    I reached over and picked the phone.
    â€œCamille,” I heard Shy cry out.
    â€œShy. What’s goin’ on?” I asked. I know Shy wouldn’t call me this early in the morning if it wasn’t important.
    â€œIt’s Roscoe. Somethin’ happened tonight, a fight broke out at a club, and we broke out. But I’m tryin’ to call Jade, and she’s not pickin’ up her phone, and Roscoe left out here just now . . . ,” she explained all in one breath.
    â€œShy, calm down,” I said. “What happened again?”
    â€œI don’t know; everything happened so quickly. I need you to come get me.”
    â€œCome get you. Where you at?”
    â€œHome. But I gotta find Roscoe. I’m worried about him.”
    â€œCall his phone,” I said.
    â€œI am, but he’s not pickin’ up. What if sumthin’ happened to him?” she said. She sounded frantic.
    â€œA’ight. I’ll be over there in a half hour,” I said.
    â€œThank you, Camille.”
    I hung up and reluctantly got dressed. Damn, I swear—these bitches and they drama. I’m like some kind of counseling center—they always come to me. I know I’m the oldest, but come