please!”
Ring! Ring!
Damn, I’m good, I thought, but it wasn’t O.
“Hello,” I answered the phone quick.
“Hey, sexy,” the voice greeted me.
I felt chills go up my spine. “What’s up?”
“I want to see you today,” Darrell said.
“Likewise,” I said.
“Let’s go down to the shore,” he said.
“The shore?”
“Yeah, we can chill at my beach house, maybe get something to eat, walk the boardwalk, see a movie…”
“I’m sold,” I said, smiling. I was into that romantic shit.
I hung up the phone with Darrell feeling giddier than a mothafucka. This dude is good, I remember thinking. Fuck O.
May
“T INA!” I said, crying.
“What the hell is wrong?”
“O!”
“Celess, calm the fuck down and tell me what is going on,” Tina demanded.
I tried to stop crying and held back my tears.
“They kidnapped O,” I explained.
“Who? When? What happened?”
“I went to Delaware ’cause I ain’t hear from him in a minute, and when I was ringing his bell the young bull that always used to be with him came up to me and told me he was missing,” I quickly said in one breath.
“Well, when did this happen? I mean, do they know anything about who did it?” Tina sounded concerned.
“Whoever did it was close to him and been planning it for a while, ’cause they snatched him up on 95. He was making a major run to D.C.”
“How the hell they get ’im on 95?”
“He must have stopped at a rest stop, ’cause that’s where they found his car,” I explained. “All of the seats were cut open.”
“Yeah, they knew ’im and they knew exactly what it was hittin’ for. Anytime they know where his stash was,” Tina concluded.
“I know,” I said, sniffling. “And they got about forty thousand pounds and three hundred thou in cash.”
“Them pussies made sure they wouldn’t need ransom,” Tina said, as if she was in thought.
I started crying again. “That’s how I know they killed him.”
I guess it wasn’t “fuck O” after all, because I really got depressed after I found out about his kidnapping. It was weird that out of all the dudes I fucked with, I felt for O the most even though he was the one who brought me so much drama and treated me like shit sometimes. I didn’t realize how much I felt for him until that shit happened.
Tina arrived at my house on a Friday afternoon. She had come to offer moral support. I was still in my pajamas in the bed. I hadn’t been dressed since I last spoke to her on the phone five days before. I spent my days crying and thinking and crying some more. I couldn’t help but think about all the brutal and crazy things they might have done to O or where he could be or if he was alive somewhere hanging on to his life. The thoughts I was getting were driving me crazy. I wished I could have done something. I just kept imagining him somewhere getting tortured or somewhere dead. I couldn’t stop thinking or crying.
“You have to snap out of this, Celess,” Tina insisted. “Celess!” Tina sang as she waved her hand in front of my face. “You need to get in the shower, sweetie, and do something with yourself.”
She sat down on the couch next to me.
“You need to find a way to get in his house,” she continued. “He gotta have a stash at his crib. And find out where to send your car payments to before they come and repo that shit. You can get that new dude you got to pay the note. I don’t know who gonna pay the insurance.”
I just glanced up at her in disgust in between zoning out. Sometimes I wondered if she had a heart, or at least a conscience.
“Yup, I’m tellin’ you, you should go back down to Delaware and see if somebody has a key. Oooh, no, call up a locksmith and tell them you locked yourself out. They’ll make the key on the spot. You go in, find his stash, and roll out,” she explained.
“Tina, please just be quiet,” I finally said.
“Shit, it’s just a matter of time before one of his fake-ass friends think
Ring! Ring!
Damn, I’m good, I thought, but it wasn’t O.
“Hello,” I answered the phone quick.
“Hey, sexy,” the voice greeted me.
I felt chills go up my spine. “What’s up?”
“I want to see you today,” Darrell said.
“Likewise,” I said.
“Let’s go down to the shore,” he said.
“The shore?”
“Yeah, we can chill at my beach house, maybe get something to eat, walk the boardwalk, see a movie…”
“I’m sold,” I said, smiling. I was into that romantic shit.
I hung up the phone with Darrell feeling giddier than a mothafucka. This dude is good, I remember thinking. Fuck O.
May
“T INA!” I said, crying.
“What the hell is wrong?”
“O!”
“Celess, calm the fuck down and tell me what is going on,” Tina demanded.
I tried to stop crying and held back my tears.
“They kidnapped O,” I explained.
“Who? When? What happened?”
“I went to Delaware ’cause I ain’t hear from him in a minute, and when I was ringing his bell the young bull that always used to be with him came up to me and told me he was missing,” I quickly said in one breath.
“Well, when did this happen? I mean, do they know anything about who did it?” Tina sounded concerned.
“Whoever did it was close to him and been planning it for a while, ’cause they snatched him up on 95. He was making a major run to D.C.”
“How the hell they get ’im on 95?”
“He must have stopped at a rest stop, ’cause that’s where they found his car,” I explained. “All of the seats were cut open.”
“Yeah, they knew ’im and they knew exactly what it was hittin’ for. Anytime they know where his stash was,” Tina concluded.
“I know,” I said, sniffling. “And they got about forty thousand pounds and three hundred thou in cash.”
“Them pussies made sure they wouldn’t need ransom,” Tina said, as if she was in thought.
I started crying again. “That’s how I know they killed him.”
I guess it wasn’t “fuck O” after all, because I really got depressed after I found out about his kidnapping. It was weird that out of all the dudes I fucked with, I felt for O the most even though he was the one who brought me so much drama and treated me like shit sometimes. I didn’t realize how much I felt for him until that shit happened.
Tina arrived at my house on a Friday afternoon. She had come to offer moral support. I was still in my pajamas in the bed. I hadn’t been dressed since I last spoke to her on the phone five days before. I spent my days crying and thinking and crying some more. I couldn’t help but think about all the brutal and crazy things they might have done to O or where he could be or if he was alive somewhere hanging on to his life. The thoughts I was getting were driving me crazy. I wished I could have done something. I just kept imagining him somewhere getting tortured or somewhere dead. I couldn’t stop thinking or crying.
“You have to snap out of this, Celess,” Tina insisted. “Celess!” Tina sang as she waved her hand in front of my face. “You need to get in the shower, sweetie, and do something with yourself.”
She sat down on the couch next to me.
“You need to find a way to get in his house,” she continued. “He gotta have a stash at his crib. And find out where to send your car payments to before they come and repo that shit. You can get that new dude you got to pay the note. I don’t know who gonna pay the insurance.”
I just glanced up at her in disgust in between zoning out. Sometimes I wondered if she had a heart, or at least a conscience.
“Yup, I’m tellin’ you, you should go back down to Delaware and see if somebody has a key. Oooh, no, call up a locksmith and tell them you locked yourself out. They’ll make the key on the spot. You go in, find his stash, and roll out,” she explained.
“Tina, please just be quiet,” I finally said.
“Shit, it’s just a matter of time before one of his fake-ass friends think
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