10 | Chapter Ten
March, 2015 | Harlem, New York
Joey had came back from the hospital in the early afternoon the next day. He look unkempt and he had bags under his eyes, much like he always did whenever Cassie wasn't feeling good. Though I wanted to give him the cold shoulder for leaving me here, I couldn't. Well, not until I find out if everything was okay with Cassie. He pushed past me when I opened the doors and placed the Nylon bag I packed for him yesterday on top of his bed before coming back into the living room. He maneuvered his way through the kitchen. He raided the cabinets before settling on some cereal. I sat down on one of the chairs and looked at him.
"Well good afternoon to you too." I stated, rolling my eyes.
Joey laughed.
"I didn't think you wanted me to say anything to you after you slammed the door in my face yesterday." Joey replied back. He had an attitude in his voice and I wanted to snap on him, I really did, but we were working on progress, and me snapping on him would not help at all. Instead, I took a deep breath and apologized. Joey didn't have to say anything, I knew he was surprised. It took me at least a good five minutes before I apologized, sometimes, I didn't. Joey was always the one to say sorry, and I guess he liked the tone of hearing me say it now. He finished fixing his cereal and grabbed a spoon from the cabinet.
"It's okay." He stated finally.
He made his way to the living room and I followed after him. I sat down on the other end of the couch and watched the TV. It was just the news, and I wasn't really paying attention. I was more-so trying to figure out when Joey was going to tell me what happened at the hospital. I cleared my throat and turned towards him. He didn't even look in my direction. I doubt the news was that interesting that he didn't notice me. Either he was high as hell, or trying to avoid my questions. I cleared my throat again, this time louder. Joey looked at me. "Damn, what?" He questioned jokingly. I glared my eyes at him. "You know what I want to know, JoVaugn." I stated rolling my eyes. "What's up with Cass?" I questioned. Joey sighed, and took a deep breath. "I just want to finish my cereal." He stated. I rolled my eyes again, throwing a pillow at his head. "Joey, what happened?" I whined.
Joey had a small smile on his face, but then it instantly fell.
"Seriously, Isis. Just give me some time." Joey stated.
"Well, is she going to be okay?" I asked. Now that Joey was seriously talking, I was getting a bit worried. Joey told me Leah was sick, but never told me what she had. Perhaps he found out now? Or maybe he just wanted to keep it in the family? I didn't really know, and it was beginning to get annoying. I was constantly left out of the loop with things and though I know Cassie was his sister, I thought that I should at least be able to know if she'll be okay.
"We don't know yet." Joey stated.
I got up from my seat, and headed towards my room.
I was mad at him, but I'd have to get over it. I headed towards the closet and rummaged through my clothing. I was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt even though I had taken a shower at least two hours ago. I needed to change into something different. I might head out to Central Park or go get my nails done. I hadn't had anytime to myself in a while, and now seemed like the perfect moment. I chose a simple outfit: a light blue sweater and a white pair of skinny jeans. I threw them on in a record breaking amount of time before tying my hair in a high ponytail. I slipped on some combat boots and grabbed my purse from the door.
"Shit, where is my phone?" I asked no one in particular. I knew the last place I saw it was in here, but where exactly was a missing piece in my brain. I finally spotted sitting on top of the window ledge. I most likely left it there last night which meant that it hadn't charged all night long like it was suppose to. Sighing, I clicked the power button. The battery, surprisingly, was at only eighty-nine percent. But that wasn't the only surprising thing. I had three text message. One from Leah just checking in, but the other two were unknown numbers. No number was present, so it was hard for me to tell if the person who sent it was here in New York, or somewhere else. I clicked the message and read it silently in my head.
