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CHAPTER 23: BACK TO NORMAL…ALMOST
She woke up to what sounded like a small group of people talking. She didn't know who they were or what they were even doing there, but she would soon find out once she opened her eyes and adjusted them.
Slowly, she opened her eyelids and found herself lying flat on her back. She was staring up to the ceiling, still hearing the voices. She tried to lift her head, but found it impossible for some reason. She was so weak. She grunted as she attempted to do so again, but all she did was get everyone's attention.
"Is she up?" She recognized the voice that time.
She just gave up trying and sighed, making a few people she couldn't see murmur.
"She is."
Then she heard everyone scramble and the next thing she knew, she was met with six faces staring at her. It took her a minute to recognize everyone, but she soon did. She forgot their names, though.
"Mom." Her daughter rushed to her side and suddenly bent down to hug her. She was totally taken by surprise at the affection. They haven't communicated…like, really communicated in so long. This was going to take some getting used to.
"…Hey honey." Her voice was as fragile as her body was, so it was kind of hard to hear.
Stacia pulled back and gave her mom a small smile. Her mother returned it, not really knowing why the girl was so happy to see her. She was the one who practically ruined her family's lives. Her daughter should hate her now. Well, maybe she didn't know about her mother's sneakiness. Otherwise, she wouldn't be this excited to see her.
"I'm glad you're okay." Stacia announced in a very relieved voice. Her friends nodded, except the boy with the big haired afro. What was his name again?
Stacia stood right beside her mom and stooped down to push a button. Tina felt her upper body lift up and realized it was the recliner button.
As her daughter was doing that, she continued to stare at the others not really knowing what to say. She forgot their names…even her daughter's boyfriend. Sad, she knew.
"Hi everyone." She greeted them the sweetest way she knew how.
"Hey." They all responded collectively.
"How do you feel, mom?" Stacia asked as she stood up and looked down at the frail woman she called mother. The woman shrugged, but winced as she felt the soreness in her arms and the pain in her side. That's when she decided moving around wasn't much of a good idea.
She looked up at her only child and sighed.
"Well…I've been better." She pessimistically replied, her voice sounding a tad stronger. Stacia frowned but kept her thoughts to herself. Her mother was lucky to be alive, so why was she complaining?
All was quiet for a moment, with the exception of a few awkward coughs from her daughter's friend with the dreads.
"So," She started up the conversation to lessen the more than uncomfortable atmosphere. "How's school you guys?"
Everyone eyed her skeptically. Knowing this woman, or not knowing this woman, they didn't think she'd actually care. Stacia just calmly looked back at her mother and replied with a,
"It's fine."
Mrs. Jackson nodded, but took note of their countenances.
"Is something wrong?" She asked confusedly as well. They all shook their heads slowly with the same looks on their faces.
The silence was back, so Stacia cleared her throat.
"Uh…yeah. You want anything to drink, mom?"
"No, it's okay sweetie. I'm fine." She assured, although she was a bit parched. She just didn't want to admit how weak she was.
As everyone stood around uncomfortably or uncaringly, Stacia watched her mother carefully, searching for some truth.
"You sure?" She asked again, but her mom held a hand up.
"I'm fine, Stacia." Her voice was still weakened, but a bit firmer this time. "You know, why don't you and your friends hang out or something. I don't want to stop you all from having a good time. I'll be okay."
Stacia shook her head harshly and attempted to say something else, but her mom gave her a look that made her think otherwise.
"Stacia, do as I say, okay?"
Her friends and boyfriend looked to her as she hung her head a little.
"Okay." She agreed after a few minutes in a quiet tone. She looked up at her mom again and turned around to leave. The rest of them followed her and that was that.
Tina sighed deeply and turned her attention towards the window. That's all she could do. Her body was completely dysfunctional and no one was there to entertain her. Heaven only knows where her husband went. She's never needed him as badly as she did at the moment. And he wasn't even there.
It was around 10:30pm; another chill day. The gang was currently in Jazmine's living room. They were either eating pizza or nachos, playing Call of Duty, or talking. Since Jazmine only had one controller, Cindy and the boys took turns in playing the game. As of now, Caesar was playing…
"Aw damn!"
And losing horribly…as usual.
"Nigga, you suck!" Riley howled as he watched Caesar's life rapidly decrease. Caesar tried hard to ignore him and repeatedly pressed the action button, attempting to shoot down the enemy.
Well, it didn't work.
He groaned frustratingly and turned his head to the boys.
"One more time." He practically pleaded. Riley shook his head hard.
"No nigga! Give it here!" He snatched it out of Caesar's hand, earning a 'Hey!' comment out of him. Cindy laughed at them. Huey just rolled his eyes at the ordeal. Jazmine and Stacia were tearing up that pepperoni and bacon pizza, not even paying much attention to the boys.
"Hey you guys." Came a peppy greeting from a Mr. Tom Dubois.
And therreee he goes…
Immediately Jazmine's head drooped. Everyone else either rolled their eyes or ignored him. They knew why he was there.
"Hey daddy." She replied in a bored-like tone. He seemed to not be affected by it much.
"What are you guys doing?" He asked as he took a seat on a nearby sofa.
Right next to Huey. *Sigh* Dude was not slick.
No one answered. They just continued to play/watch the game or eat. He noticed Riley laying niggas out in the video game and cringed.
"Oh goodness. This game seems to be a bit…violent, don't ya think?"
"No." Riley muttered irritably. Jazmine just shook her head and ate the last of the pizza. Stacia didn't necessarily care. She just wanted the man to not go on his interrogation spree.
Tom let out a corny laugh and sighed. "Well Riley, I'm not surprised you'd enjoy a game as graphic as this, but my baby girl should not have to witness such a thing."
Jazmine looked up at her father and gaped at him. Huey glanced his way and rolled his eyes again. Everyone else just ignored him.
Was this guy for real?
"Dad! I'm 17!" She half-yelled. "I've played Grand Theft Auto, Halo, Metal Gear Solid, the other Call of Duty game AND this one! I'm not a baby."
Tom looked totally taken by surprise. For what reason, no one knew. But then again, he was Tom.
"Young lady! How dare you speak to me like th-"
"Tom! That's enough."
Another voice interfered. Everyone looked up to see Sarah Dubois walking down the stairs in black sweatpants and a black tee (probably her night attire).
"Oh, hey mom." Jazmine greeted, a bit more excitable than that of her father. Her mother smiled warmly and walked over to her, giving her a forehead kiss.
"Hey sweetie." She turned around and saw everyone in the room chilling hard. "Hey you guys."
"Hey Mrs. Dubois." Everyone greeted back, causing Tom's face to drop.
"Wait, why didn't you guys-"
"We're on our way upstairs." Sarah cut him off purposely and grabbed hold of his arm, forcefully pulling him towards the staircase. "If you guys need anything, you know where to find us."
Jazmine smiled thankfully. She loved how understanding her mom was.
"Okay." Jazmine and a few members of the crew responded.
Mrs. Dubois continued to smile until she felt Tom trying to pull away. She turned to him and gave him a look that made him freeze up. She could be a little scary sometimes.
Watching her mother tugging her father up the stairs, Jazmine giggled silently. She placed her plate of a half-eaten pizza on the coffee table and leant back, full as a tick.
"I love her." She announced with a pleasant sigh. Stacia looked at her and smiled unusually. It wasn't as if it wasn't genuine, but due to her lack of sleep, it just didn't look normal. Jazmine tried ignoring it though and smiled back.
"Yeah, I love her too. Saving us from Mr. Interrogation." She cosigned as she dumped the bag of Tostitos chips on her plate.
"Hell yeah. I swear if that nigga stayed down here, my ass would've been ghost. Sorry Jaz." Riley said from all the way in front of her while still playing the game.
Jazmine shrugged.
"Hey, I'd understand."
"Yeah, well what I understand is that if Riley don't hurry up and die, I'm headin' for the trunk!"
Riley paused the game and turned to Cindy with a "Bitch please" look on his face.
"Yeah, and I'm tryna get my turn again. I was just a little rusty at first, but I know what to do now!" Caesar argued, although no one was convinced with the Brooklyn native's story.
"Kill that noise, nigga. My cousin a six year old female, and her ass even play better than you. You'll be lucky to get a turn in again." Riley retorted, still going on a killing-spree.
Everyone but Huey, of course, laughed at Riley's statement and he just turned back towards the screen and continued playing the game. Cindy took note of Caesar's childish pout and grinned.
"Aww, Ceez don't worry. You'll get your turn soon." She assured with a playful pat on the back. He looked over at her and smiled softly.
Riley just snorted as he kept his eye on the game.
"Don't get him too excited. The nigga got a long way to go."
Cindy rolled her eyes. "Whatever, nigga."
Caesar smirked at Cindy defending him. As she looked at the screen, he took the time to check her out. She was so cute to him, and damn fly. He loved her swag. She was just wearing deep blue skinny jeans, and a striped navy blue and white pullover sweater. Even her socks were navy blue. Her hair was done in a single braid that loosely hung over her right shoulder and to complete the entire look, she had on a navy blue skully with the white and blue ball at the end. His smirk grew into a smile. It, however, faltered as he caught Huey giving him a knowing smirk. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the screen.
Stacia soon sat back as she was finished with her food. The Itis kicked in.
Jazmine looked over to her good friend, and saw her looking about ready to pass out. She smiled warmly and lightly patted her on the shoulder.
"Tired Stace?"
Stacia closed her eyes and shrugged. "Guess you could say that."
Jazmine nodded, as if the girl could see her, and stood up to leave the room for a second. Meanwhile Stacia was already starting to doze off. That insomnia was starting to go away rather quickly.
"AWW SHIT!"
Her inconsiderate boyfriend's shouting caused her head to pop up. She sighed deeply and turned over to face the back of the couch.
"YES! MY TURN NIGGAAAA!"
Cindy's loud ass made her want to just slap her for being inconsiderate like her boyfriend.
She rolled her eyes.
Niggas.
Eventually, Jazmine returned with a very fluffy-looking pillow and a pink and blue striped comforter.
"Here ya go." She said as she handed it over. Stacia awed at her sweetness and playfully hugged her.
"You are such a sweetheart, Jaz! Huey got a good one." She teased with a wink. Jazmine jokingly rolled her eyes, but blushed all the same.
"Hush." She replied simply as Stacia laughed.
Jazmine prepared to sit down when she saw Huey mouth something to her. She didn't quite comprehend, so she mouthed a 'what?'. He rolled his eyes.
"Can I talk to you in the kitchen?" He said aloud, cutting the bullshit.
Jazmine smiled weakly and shrugged as she followed him. Once they met up in the way-too-big-for-a-three-person-kitchen, away from everything and everyone, Jazmine began to speak.
"What's u-"
But Huey wouldn't let her as he planted a quick, yet sweet kiss upon her lips. After pulling away, Jazmine gazed up at him in shock.
"I've been meaning to do that all day." He casually admitted, trying hard not to laugh at her surprised expression. Her eyes were wide and her lips were still pursed.
After what felt like five minutes (yeah…it was really five seconds), she finally spoke up.
"…You are something, you know that?" She scolded playfully and lightly slapped his shoulder. He just smiled and wrapped his arms around her.
"Nope, get off of me."
"Nope."
Jazmine continued to slap his arms, but found it useless. So she dropped her arms to her sides and let him embrace her. She giggled as she felt him about to lift her up.
"You better not!" She yelled, as if he'd actually listen. He scoffed and lifted her higher, causing her to laugh louder. As she felt a hard surface beneath her butt, she realized she was on the kitchen counter beside the refrigerator. She giggled some more and finally wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You're a jerk." She whispered, leaning her forehead against his. Despite her stubbornness, her smile was still evident.
He shrugged. "You don't care."
She rolled her eyes as if saying 'whatever' and leant forward to give him a kiss.
"Ooh! Niggas gettin' freaky in this bitch!"
As soon as their lips touched, Huey's obnoxious brother busted in, ruining the moment. Damn.
"What the hell, Riley." He replied monotonously. They've been caught before, why did he think this time would be any different?
He helped his girlfriend get down off the counter. Riley shook his head and snickered as he picked up the bottle of Pepsi and poured it into his empty Styrofoam cup.
"Why do I always gotta catch you niggas doin' shit? Ya'll sure don't know how to be slick. You ain't think niggas was gon' come in this bitch to quench they thirst?"
And he wasn't even really quenching his thirst. Not with that Pepsi.
"Shut up." Was all Huey could say at the moment. He couldn't help but think that maybe his brother had a point. This was like the third time he and Jaz were caught kissing…and then some.
"Riley, could you just hurry up and go?" Jazmine urged irritably.
The younger Freeman brother laughed and twisted the cap on the bottle.
"Fa' sho'. I understand you niggas want some privacy, I respect that. Do ya thing." The couple rolled their eyes. "But y'all might wanna go upstairs and lock that door for once."
Huey sighed loudly. "Get out."
"Nigga this ain't your house!"
"Get out!" Jazmine repeated. Riley sucked his teeth. Everyone knew he didn't like to be yelled at.
"Whateva niggas. Have fun, and clean the countertops when you done."
Jazmine scrunched her nose up and Huey gave his brother a look that read 'Really?'.
Riley chuckled on his way out.
Once again…
Niggas.
"Anyways," The older Freeman brother began before turning to his girl. "How did your parents react to the series of crazy events that's been going on lately?"
Jazmine let out a small chuckle and shook her head. She walked away from him to lean against the island.
"Well, my dad is…my dad, so you know how that went."
Huey rolled his eyes. Thomas Dubois overreacted about any and everything.
"My mom had to stop us from arguing two nights ago." She added matter-of-factly. Huey raised his brow at that one.
"You didn't tell me all that." She shrugged lazily and looked to her left.
"What was the argument?" he inquired, clearly interested. Jazmine shook her head as if telling him not to worry about it, but he wasn't having that.
"What was it?" He tried one last time, but she shook her head again.
"It's not important. Just know that he had to be put in check and that's exactly what I did. He didn't like that so he got upset."
He had no idea what that meant. Huey wanted to ask her what they were arguing about again, but he didn't feel like being more irritated than he already was. He hated it when she brushed off a subject that probably wasn't meant to be brushed off to begin with. But…
"Whatever." He shrugged too. "If you don't want to talk about it, I'll stop."
She smirked slightly. "Thanks."
"Uh huh." He replied. She rolled her eyes at his nonchalant response and stood up straight to walk over to him again.
"So, my birthday's coming up soon." She told him in a sweet-soft tone as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Anything you have planned for me?"
Huey rolled his eyes again. "Jaz, your birthday isn't until May. It's only February."
She shrugged and batted her lashes. They both knew that her doing that was his weakness.
"Yeah, but do you have something planned for me anyway?" She asked sweetly with a growing smile on her face.
"Maybe." He answered, automatically earning a squeal out of his girl.
"Oh my God! Baby, are you serious!" She asked in total shock and excitement. He couldn't help but smile a bit at her reaction.
"Why are you so surprised?" He asked in all seriousness. When she deadpanned, he put up his hands defensively. "What?"
"Huey, you never, and I mean ne-ver plan anything for my birthday, nor are you interested in attending the parties."
"This is true."
She gave him a playful duh look as he smirked down at her. "So that's the reason I'm excited! You must love me if you're willing to do that."
He inched closer to her, smoothly snaking his arms around her lower back.
"I do love you, Jaz." He told her in a deep clear tone that made her heart skip a beat and made her eyes seemingly sparkle.
"Aww. I love you, too. You're such a sweetheart." She complimented him and continued on talking about something else he wasn't even listening to. He was too busy admiring her beauty.
He gazed into her emerald orbs as she continued to ramble on and on. She looked so beautiful when she was happy. Well, she was always beautiful, but even more so when she wasn't sad, depressed, or angry. The look of pure joy on her face made him feel a little more alive each time he saw it. Without her in his life, he would still be that completely angry black boy who didn't want to have anything to do with anyone. Though she hasn't totally changed him (at all), she's done a number on him. Who knew Huey Freeman would ever smirk, smile, laugh, joke, hug, or kiss anyone? It was damn near impossible back in the day.
"…so Cindy, Stacia and I are trying to go on a shopping spree at the Woodcrest Mall. I'm in need of some new attire for spring and summer."
He smiled at her girlyness. She was still so adorable at times.
"Oh man, I can't wait. I'll finally be 18! Then I'm gonna get my tattoo and…"
WHOA!
Huey's eyes almost popped out of its sockets. In his mind, he just heard a record scratch.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" He interrupted her. She stopped talking and gave him a confused look with those big dough eyes. He closed his eyes trying to register what he just heard.
"What?" She asked, still confused.
He waited a second to answer.
"…Did you just say you were getting a tattoo?" He had to make sure he heard her right. I mean, he wasn't totally paying attention to her the entire time, so he could be wrong.
"Yeah…?"
Or not.
She gave him an amused expression, her eyes half-lidded and the corners of her mouth tilted upwards.
"…Damn." He breathed, making her giggle and blush a bit. "You tryna be a rebel?"
She shook her head with a silly smirk. "Not at all. I just want a small tattoo on my hip area."
Huey was taken aback and lightly jerked his head back from hers, making her giggle again.
"Babe, don't worry. It'll be cute. And I'm pretty sure you'll love it." She promised him, looking into his eyes this time.
"How you figure?" he asked with a playful smirk. She didn't want to tell him what the tattoo was yet. She wanted him to see it once it was done, but she knew he'd love it. She smirked back.
"Huey, trust me. You'll love it."
He shrugged. "Just as long as it's not a tramp stamp-"
"It won't be. Believe me." The thought of having a tramp stamp nearly caused her to shudder. Huey noticed and snorted. "You're going to love it though." She reassured as she finally wrapped her slender arms around his neck again. She smiled warmly, instantly melting a small portion of ice from his heart. He couldn't help but smile back at her.
"Alright," He responded quietly, sounding as if he was in a trance. "If you say so."
She shrugged and blinked slowly, still smiling. "I do."
"Yeah…" He whispered as he leant closer to her lips again. Jazmine smirked and closed her eyes. She thought he was going to kiss her, but after five seconds, she didn't feel anything. When she opened her eyes, she found him looking downwards. Once she realized he was scanning her body, she giggled lightly.
"Huey, stop…" She playfully whined, acting like she didn't like what he was doing…
When she knew damn well she did.
He smiled but didn't say anything as he continued to look her over. She rolled her eyes and pushed off of him.
"You need to learn self-control." She joked, making him almost bust out laughing.
Almost.
"Me?" He inquired. "Who was the one sitting on my lap in the lunchroom?"
She shrugged with a silly look on her face.
"I don't know. I hope it wasn't some other chick, or else she'd have to hear it from me."
He shook his head with yet another smirk. "What would you do if it were some 'other chick'?"
She raised a brow and pursed her lips. "Are you challenging me?"
He shrugged carelessly, still smirking. "Just asking a question."
"Hmm. Well you remember how I reacted to Briana right?" She refreshed his memory, which actually made him laugh out loud. How could he forget that?
"Wow, you're crazy."
"Just answering your question." She replied, mocking his careless shrug.
"Uh huh."
Jazmine smiled and hugged him for the umpteenth time. This time he raised his brow.
"And I have no self-control? Woman, you can't keep your hands off me."
To end the argument, she stuck her tongue out, making him smile again. He won.
He didn't wanna seem like a corny nigga, but he was so in love with her it was ridiculous.
Jazmine smiled back before they kissed again, this time with no interruptions. They stopped before things got too intense. They knew this wasn't the time or place. Parents were home, friends were there, school was in the morning…they just weren't ready yet.
"I can't wait 'til we're finally alone." Huey admitted. He didn't even mean to blurt that out.
Jazmine stared into his wine tinted orbs and grinned. Her cheeks flushed at his confession, but she couldn't agree more.
"Yeah, I know." She whispered against his lips. "But before that even takes place, you have to take me out on a date first."
He shrugged. "Alright, it's a deal."
Her eyes lit up. "Really?"
He shook his head. This girl acted like he was just going to have her sitting at home all day.
"Yeah. Where do you want to go?" She smiled appreciatively and kissed him one last time before breaking away.
"Surprise me."
He chocked up his brow at her. "No. You know I'm not good with surprises."
She smiled and shrugged.
"Fine, I'll let you know by tomorrow evening. Deal?"
"Deal." He uttered. She perked up.
"Good! Now let's go before they suspect us doing something." She suggested with a roll of her eyes. Huey nodded in agreement.
But damnit…he didn't want to leave.
Jin Taylor stared at the fat white cop sitting across from him with a poker face. They weren't about to find out anything. They were going to think Crystal was a stupid bitch accusing him of doing something he didn't do. They were going to assume that Tina Jackson set him up by hurting herself. It seemed as if she was ready for a fight anyways. She met up with him looking like she worked at a gym.
He looked over at the moderately built black cop standing up against the wall. What was this, good cop vs. bad cop? The white cop's demeanor looked dark and sinister, whereas the black cop's demeanor looked relaxed and calming. He already had a feeling about how this would play out.
"Alright Mr. Taylor," The white cop started with a Boston accent. "We have reason to believe that you are responsible for the attempted murder of a Mrs. Tina Jackson. Is that correct?"
"No sir." He lied. The cop's frown deepened.
"No?"
Jin shook his head again.
There was a slight pause before the cop began again.
"Okay. So you mind tellin' us how you and Mrs. Jackson met?"
Jin mentally groaned. He did not want to be there. "Well, we met at th-"
"I'm sorry Mrs. Jackson, woooo! I am fo' reeeall! Oh man, that's that shit right there, nigga!" The black cop laughed until the white cop looked back at him with a glare.
He fake-coughed during the short, yet awkward silence as both his partner and the criminal suspect looked at him like he was crazy.
"My bad man, I couldn't resist. Go on."
The white cop rolled his eyes and turned back towards Jin.
"You were saying?"
"…Yeah, well we met at work. I own a few businesses in Baltimore, along with my brothers, and one in Woodcrest. Ever heard of Taylor Gang?"
"In a song." The black cop responded seriously.
Jin nearly chuckled at that. "That Wiz Khalifa character got the name from us. But Mrs. Jackson works with me as my assistant at the Taylor Gang building in Woodcrest. I can't lie and tell you that she and I haven't grown close to each other. It's natural for something like that to happen, considering the fact that we're around each other almost all the time. We have to have some sort of a relationship." He continued. The white cop just gave him a blank stare the whole time. "I swear to you I haven't laid a finger on that woman though."
There was another pause before the white cop went on.
"Okay." The cop started before adjusting his glasses and looking down at some papers. "Sounds legitimate, sir. But I have to ask…where were you the night Mrs. Jackson was rushed to the hospital?"
Jin tried to give a convincing look to the cops. "I was home with my daughter. She decided to come over after a long day at school."
The silence was long and awkward. Then all of a sudden, both cops began to crack up laughing. Jin didn't quite get the joke.
"What's…so funny?" he asked worriedly. The white cop shook his head while the black cop continued to laugh.
"A long day at school? Mrs. Jackson was admitted to the hospital on a Sunday, Mr. Taylor."
Jin's eyes widened as he realized his mistake. WHAT…a dumbass!
"Uhhh…I-I mean, I must've gotten the days confused."
The black cop's laughter died down as he shook his head. "Yo Rob, he must've gotten his days confused. How many times have we heard that one?"
Rob the cop chuckled a little more. "Ohhh, you fucked up now."
Jin shook his head and groaned. This was not working.
"I'm telling the truth!" He nearly yelled, trying hard to not sound like a lying scumbag.
"Look, there was a time Briana came over during the week when she wanted to rest because of a long school day. I told you I don't know when Tina was admitted, so I got my days confused. If you said she was admitted on a Sunday, then I would've known."
"You should've known anyways because she was your assistant. Someone should've contacted you about that and you should be up to date with what's going on with her." Rob reminded him. Then, he paused and chuckled a little more as he noticed something else.
"And you call your assistant by her first name?" He asked. "Well just how close are you two?"
Jin was quiet as he was searching for an answer in his head.
"I mean, you claim you don't know anything about her, but you call her by her name, which is highly unprofessional by the way. I'm pretty sure you know that though." He went on.
The black cop interrupted anything Rob was about to say as he just thought of something.
"Wait…what you say your daughter's name was?"
Jin's eyebrow arose. "…Briana, why?"
The cop ignored his question. "Spell it."
Jin looked at both of the cops in clear confusion and irritation. What did these creeps want with his daughter?
"B-R-I-A-N-A. Why is this relevant?" He had to ask, but the cop ignored him again.
"She got your last name?"
Jin nodded hesitantly, still confused. The black cop's jaw dropped as he looked at Rob. Rob looked back and shook his head.
"Seems we got a family of criminals in this joint." He said, making Jin jerk his head up.
What?
"Come again?" He shrieked.
Both cops looked at each other again and looked back at him.
"Your daughter turned herself in not too long ago due to harassment, attempted murder, and harmful threats." The black cop informed him as Jin sat there dumbfounded. Welp, there goes his 'believable' story.
"Matter of fact," Rob added, "She was locked up before any of this shit here happened. So your story about her staying over your house during the week is invalid."
The black cop shook his head as Rob stared with great intensity.
Jin opened his mouth to say something, but was totally stumped. This was it. There was no turning back.
"If you had nothing to hide, why lie?" The black cop rhetorically asked. "Just tell us the truth."
Jin shook his head nonstop as he realized his life was over.
Unless he could find someone to bail him out.
But who?
"Alright guys, time to go." Jazmine announced as she rose up from her boyfriend's lap, much to his chagrin. Cindy jumped on Caesar's back unexpectedly and laughed as he almost fell. He shook his head, but carried her nonetheless.
Riley snickered at them but didn't say anything. And Ceez said he won't feelin' the white girl. Ha! Okay.
He woke Stacia up and firmly wrapped his arm around her by the waist in case she'd collapse. He knew she was way past tired, that girl was mentally and physically exhausted.
Cindy and Caesar were the first to walk out and say their goodnights to everyone. Caesar insisted on talking her home. Riley and Stacia were in tow, Stacia lazily saying goodbye to her friend. Riley rolled his eyes and shook his head before waving to Jazmine. She just giggled at the cute couple.
Then there was Huey. She sighed as she stood in front of him. She didn't want him to go, but they didn't really have a choice. All she could do was sleep, dream about him, and see him all day tomorrow. It was no big deal.
"You need help cleaning up?" he asked. She shook her head.
"No, I'll do it." She politely declined his offer. He shrugged at his failed attempt to stay a little while longer with her.
"Alright, fine. See you tomorrow." He told her before leaning down to steal a quick kiss from her. She smiled after they pulled back.
"Bye Huey." She said with a wave. "I'll be looking forward to that date."
He smirked at her and nodded before turning around to walk across the street.
She closed her door and smiled brightly as she started to clean the place. She was definitely looking forward to their date.
She thought about what happened that day. They really had a good time. Stacia was getting her rest back up, no one interfered with her love life and the crew was back together. Things were starting to get back to normal.
Riley and Stacia stepped into the house tiredly, both of them ready to crash. Stacia had a little more strength, so she didn't have Riley holding onto her anymore.
He, on the other hand, had his duffle bag on his shoulder and a shoebox with his Nike boots inside.
Granddad, for once, let his youngest grandson sleep over his girlfriend's crib, since the old man knew the girl needed company. Though she was starting to get her sleep, she wasn't in the best shape. The girl's eyes were pink (thankfully not bloodshot red anymore) and she looked a little sickly. He figured she may need some assistance.
Riley turned on the living room light and set his things down on the carpeted floor. He didn't even bother to go in a room, he just opened his bag, pulled out his night clothes and dressed right there. Stacia was too tired to be affected by him changing his clothes in front of her. She just kicked her shoes off and headed upstairs.
"Babe, you comin'?" She rasped. He looked up at her and nodded, finally pulled up his night shorts before following behind her.
As they approached the top of the stairs, Stacia saw the red light blinking on the phone, indicating she had messages.
"Let me go check the messages, and you go to my room.
"You ain't gotta tell me twice." He muttered sleepily and dragged his feet to her room. She giggled lightly at his state as she walked to the phone.
She played the messages, some of them from her parents' jobs, and one from a relative that always called because he wanted money. She rolled her eyes.
Then she heard a message from someone she didn't know.
"Hi, Mrs. Jackson. This is Crystal from the Marriott hotel. Please…whenever you get this message, call me back. It's really important. I know we don't like each other, but I'm willing to let bygones be bygones. This is bigger than us. Call me ASAP. Bye."
What was that about? Stacia thought.
She shrugged. It was probably about reservations or something. Eh, she'll tell her mother about it later. She was too tired to care at the moment.
She walked away and headed to her room to sleep with her man.
Not in that way. Well, at least not tonight.
Sooooo much crap goin' on next chapter. I mean, I believe it's going to blow your minds. No lie, next chap will be drama-filled.
Until next time...review! xD