She fell to her knees on the floor, and one of the nurses ran over.
"Is she okay? Do we need a doctor?"
"No, I got her. She's alright."
The nurses backed away with concerned expressions on their face as I helped Cashmier out of the doctor's office. How the fuck is this shit confirmed on the news already and where the fuck is Crew.
This shit was never supposed to get out and now I'm on his ass as soon as I see him.
10:00 pm
It took everything I had to calm Cashmier down and I was only relieved of that duty when her mama showed up at the condo we are staying. Cashmier was now lying across her mother's lap, still weeping silently like a baby. There was a point in my life when hearing that Carl had passed would've brought tears to my eyes just the same. But right now, I couldn't muster up a tear if I wanted to, and pretending to be sad about someone who betrayed me in one of the worst ways would've taken acting classes from me.
After staring out of the window, watching the day officially turn to night, I felt like Cashmier had enough family around her for me to leave.
"Cashmier."
Her mama placed her finger over her lips, indicating that she was asleep. I nodded my head, honestly relieved that her mind was at rest for the moment, and I wouldn't have to hear any shit about me leaving.
I didn't feel like calling Crew because I knew where I could find him if he weren't in the streets. Crew had an apartment in Brooklyn that was a photo studio before he put a couch and a few pieces of furniture inside. He probably didn't have a grocery in the fridge, or more than one blanket in his spot, but he liked it, so I didn't have anything negative to say about it. I know if Crew wanted better, he could get better.
I walked into the five-story building after one of the other tenants and headed up the stairs to reach his spot. This entire entryway and staircase revealed the actual age of this renovated building. Once I finally hit Crew's hallway, I passed by the firstfew apartment doors until I came to his door, where the music was blasting way too fuckin loud. This is why I could never live with this nigga.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Nigga open up!"
My knocking was going unanswered because of all the noise inside, so I had to pull out my phone to call the nigga.
"Yo bro, you good?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Nigga, I'm at the door."
"Okay, where is your key?"
"I forgot to grab it. Just come open the door. You got me out here like some type of unwanted guest or some shit."
"Alright, alright, nigga I'm coming."
Crew hung up the phone and soon untwisted the five or six locks he had on his door.
"What do I owe the fuckin pleasure?"
He stepped to the side, slurping some shit out of a bowl.
"You got someone up in here?"
"Nah, I've been in here healing and trying to find peace alone. Fuck these hoes.”
"Your radio can be heard down the hall. How areyou finding peace in here?"
"What's that shit you be saying nigga, peace is objective?"
He sat on the couch, still grubbing on whatever the fuck was in his bowl.
"I'm here to ask how the fuck they found Carl's body? I thought you got rid of it."
"Shid, I thought I did too. I put two cement blocks on his ass and put him in the East River. I guess he floated up because it wasn't heavy enough."
