Over

Twenty Two

Upon your arrival, Carti started to make some calls. He pulled into the large garage and got out of the car immediately while still on the phone. You still didn't budge from your seat. Noticing you not moving, he came around to your side and opened the door. He grabbed your arm and gently tugged you out of the car. You follow behind him glumly as he continues his conversation.

"Nah I need it tonight! You can't pull a couple strings?" He says to the person on the other line.

'Maybe a quick nap would help.' You think to yourself.

You begin to make your way upstairs to Carti's room. On your way there, you passed a mirror hanging on the wall in the hallway. You took three steps backwards, and faced it. You audibly gasped at your reflection. You had dirt all over yourself, your eyes were red, puffy, and swollen, and you even had a bruise on your face from who knows what. To top it off there were leaves and twigs in your hair. But it wasn't your atrocious reflection that made you gasp. It was the dried up scarlet colored blood that stained your clothes. It was splattered all across your shirt like an art student's project. From seeing that, everything came back you. The memory replayed in your head over and over as you stared at it. Next thing you knew, you dropped to your knees sobbing again. You wailed as loudly as your throat would let you as you pulled at your hair.

"What the fuck? Y/N? What's wrong?" Carti says from behind you with a confused look across his face. You didn't even hear him approach you.

"I...killed...him! I...didn't...mean.." You sobbed out, snot running down from both nostrils. The tears didn't stop either.

"Shawty chill out! Niggas get killed everyday! You ain't do shit wrong." He says towering over you. He couldn't believe you were still boohoo crying over what happened.

"Are you...fucking insane?!" You hiccuped looking up at him with your puffy eyes.

"No. Just realistic. You gotta get over it. What's done is done. We move on now." He says looking away.

"But he was your friend! And I..." You say crying again. Just thinking about it made you want to throw up.

"He clearly wasn't. And you saved me from almost getting lit the fuck up. I ain't even know he felt like that. But you did and you helped me without me even asking. You ain't did shit wrong shawty." He says kneeling down in front of you looking you in the eyes.

"But what if the police find out? Oh my god I'm going to prison! For life! My parents are gonna hate me!" You say beginning to sob again.

"Listen to me. The feds not finding shit and you not getting locked up. But in the case that they do, you gon tell 'em that you was on vacation with me." He says.

"What? Why...a vacation?" You ask.

"You tryna tell 'em what you really did?" He asks raising an eyebrow.

You quickly shake your head no.

"Aight. How quickly can you pack?" He asks standing up.

"Um I don't know. In like 10 minutes why?" You ask wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

"We going to Mexico." He says walking to his room.

"Wait what?" You question aloud getting up and following him.

"You got ya phone on you?" He asked taking two steps to reach you.