Crossroads

Ch. 41: Lose You

Daniel

I sat in my car outside of the home I shared with my godfather, India and her mother. I didn't know how I could ever step foot into that house. It was 10 AM. I had been sitting there in my car since 7:30 AM.

I came from the warehouse where I received a very long, confusing, and angry scolding from Tank. Apparently, India came by looking for me last night and she found me having sex with another woman. The confusion was that I had absolutely no recollection of that at all. Why would I ever, ever cheat on India? I love that girl to death. I swore up and down that I never touched another girl while I was with her but Tank said she caught Courtney on top of me and it caused a big scene in the warehouse when India stormed out with Xavier.

I felt like I didn't know myself. Everyone was telling me I did something that I knew I didn't do. Especially with that filthy female. I didn't know that girl to want to get in her pants. I would never cross that line especially since her and India had history. I remembered her coming in with one of AK's little friends, I had one drink and the next thing I knew I woke up with my pants hanging off my waist. So I was sitting in the car trying to make sense out of everything and I literally couldn't. I knew in my heart that I didn't have it in me to betray India like that. She was the love of my life. The woman I planned to marry. Why would I cheat on her?

I tapped on my steering wheel nervously and looked at the house. I just knew India spent hours crying her heart out and the thought of her being in that kind of pain made me sick to my stomach. I hated myself for putting her in that situation even though I wasn't sure what happened.

"Fuck!" I hit my steering wheel repeatedly in frustration. I was scared. I didn't know what to do with myself because I honestly don't know how it happened if it did.

This was the last thing she needed right now. She was at a point where she needed her peace to get through this pregnancy in good health. I should've just came home when I said I would but I was busy going over the books looking for a good investment in business to make. I accepted a drink from one of the regular girls and everything was blacked out after that.

At any other time, I would be more than willing to take responsibility for my actions. But how could I when I was unaware of those said actions? I was so conflicted and I wanted to run. But I knew doing that wouldn't solve anything and I wanted to speak to India. I just didn't know how to.

I sighed and mustered the strength to get out of the car. I said a silent prayer while I walked up the pathway and fumbled with my keys. When I managed to open the door and step inside there was no one in sight and it was silent. I'm ashamed to admit I was a little relieved. I closed the door behind me and approached the steps to go upstairs but stopped in my tracks by the living room. I didn't look at them, but from my peripheral vision I knew the two figures standing in the living room awaiting my arrival were John and Maria.

"Where do you think you're going?" I heard John ask. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I reopened them. "Daniel Simmons, look at me, boy."

I forced myself to turn to the side to face them. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw the disappointment plastered across their faces. Maria's eyes were red and glossy like she wanted to cry or was crying.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" John asked.

I folded my arms behind my back and kicked at the ground nervously as I looked down at my shoes. "I don't know."

"You don't kn-", he stopped himself from talking in disbelief and turned to his wife. "He doesn't fucking know." He repeated to her in a mocking manner.

"Daniel, I'm gonna be honest with you. It has never been this hard to look you in your face." Maria spoke up. "I am so disappointed in you beyond my ability to describe it. I held you at such a high standard."