Alexis POV
I buried my face in my soft, yet worn out, pillow my dad had bought me from my freshman year of college and release out a frustrated groan into it. The only thing worse than cramps on your period, is cramps before you even get your period.
Taking the day off work and skipping school, I decided to stay in bed today due to the fact Mother Nature wanted to be a bitch. I was home alone since Christine went to school leaving me to fend for myself. The apartment was quiet, yet it seemed out of place since it was always filled with some type of noise, whether it was loud blaring noise coming from the tv in the living room, or the chattering of Christine's voice. The silence was comforting but a little unsettling.
I turned over on my back and look up at the small cracks on the ceiling letting my mind run wild. The guilt of lying to the police was slowing eating at me. Born and raised in Chicago, I knew the rules of the streets like it was the Ten Commandments of the bible.
Snitching was a rule that everybody and their grandmothers knew. If you saw something, heard something, or knew something, well guess what? Plot twist, you ain't see nothing, heard nothing, and knew nothing. There was only two results when it came to snitching, your death, or if they can't get to you then it was your family death.
Though the law enforcement always tried to manipulate the people into spilling what they knew with their lies that 'There's no way anybody could find out you testify, it's a close case'. Well that was complete bullshit, there was always one person in that courtroom willing to snitch on a snitch.
It's crazy how our society is set up, but that was the way of the hood, whether you liked it or not. Me personal, I hated it. The sorrow and sympathy that I felt in my heart for the victim's family was becoming unbearable. My thoughts were fogged by it, and my sleep was deprived from me.
It seemed like my conscious and my heart were always at constant battle deciding to do the right thing, or do what was beneficial to me. I was one to never be selfish, whether I had a big portion, or small portion I always found a way to share with people amongst me. The fact that I held so much information for this homicide and didn't share one bit of it made me feel selfish.
Here I was being hypocritical, just couple days ago I was yelling at Christine about snitching, now here I am laying in my bed debating on if I should or shouldn't. Not only that, I made a promise to Durk, loyalty was everything to me, and for me to break that promise made me basically go against what I believed. But what was Durk to me to actually hold loyalty to him? We're not in relationship, more like newly friends that's share sexually interest for one another.
Friends with benefits isn't that what they're calling it nowadays?
The rumbling in the pit of my stomach broke me from my thoughts. I sat up from my bed and slowly made my way out of it. There was a sharp pain in my back reminding me of my cramps. Leaving my room I went to the kitchen to prepare myself something to eat.
Pulling out the needed essentials I begin making myself some eggs and bacon. While the food was cooking I went to bathroom and grabbed a bottle of aspirins going back into the kitchen.
Popping a pill in my mouth I grabbed my glass of orange juice from the counter and swallowed it down. Noticing that my food was done I grabbed a plate from the rack and piled it up leaving the left overs on the stove.
I was just about to take seat at the table and enjoy my delicious meal but was stopped when a knock came to the door. I released a frustrated breath and sat my plate on the table. Knowing that it was probably Christine coming back to get her U.S. history textbook, something she alway forgot, I took slow strides to the door.
