21 | Chapter Twenty-One
May, 2015| Harlem, New York.
Cassidy was seated next to me in my apartment as I told her everything. It was noon, and no call had erupted the silent room I was in came from Raven. She told me in the morning she would take me there, I show up to her house and she's gone. I shouldn't have believed her. I should've stayed at her house or slept in the car or something like that. I shouldn't have given up the way I did. I was fustrated. More than fustrated, pissed. Raven did this all on purpose? Our whole meeting, our whole 'relationship' was to stop me from finding Isis? It made me angry. I was this close to falling for this girl and she played me. She played me like I was some kind of game.
Which I probably was.
This isn't GTA, Joey.
She just didn't want me going there.
I wanted to slap myself. How could I be so damn naive?
"Joey, calm down please. You're shaking." I glanced up from my position (my head between my hands) and was met eye to eye with Cassidy. She was croutched down so she could see my face. She looked concern. She had every right to be. I was so angry any actions I made right now would not be judged. "I know I should be bouncing around saying 'I told you so' but I'm not going to, Joey. It wasn't your fault that hoe left. She tricked you by making you care so much about her. Amateur mistake." She stated. I made a face at her. I could sense a hint of shade in her comment. She definitely just said 'I told you so' without saying 'I told you so.'
Clever.
"So what now? We're going to sit here and carry on?" I asked Cassidy. "We're going to sit here and sing 'Kumbaya' like nothing is going on?" I asked Cassidy, which sounded more like a yell in the empty room.
Cassidy put a finger in the air.
"You're not going to yell at me like that, Joey. I'm here to help you. And nobody is singing. If you give me some time, I can find out exactly what we're going to do." Cassidy stated. I looked away from her as she walked towards the other end of the chair. She bit her lip as she looked out the window. She was thinking, I knew that was for sure.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
I got up, looking for any excuse to walk around and stretch my muscles. It was Rakim. He held a bottle of Hennessy in his hand, and rolling paper in the other. He looked happy which I could assume was the opposite of my face.
"What up, nigga?" Rakim stated, walking past me.
I shook my head. "Rakim, please. Not now. I'm going through something." I stated. I wasn't sure if he heard me for he was humming the tune to a Rich Homie Quan song. "Hey Cassidy..."Rakim stated, glancing at her. Cassidy turned her head from the window and looked at Rakim. I could see her bite the inside of her lip to keep from smiling before nodding in his direction. Rakim rubbed his hands together. I shoved him.
"Stop playing, man. That's my sister." I whispered in his ear.
Rakim raised his hands nonchalantly.
"Didn't do anything brother."
"I told you you can't be here, and you're still here. Why don't you just leave?" I stated. Him being here put me on edge for some reason. Rakim shrugged his shoulders. "I can help." He insisted. I shook my head. "It's about Isis, and I really don't need your negativity around here while I'm doing this." I answered. It was obvious Rakim wasn't fond with Isis ever since I told him what happened between us. It didn't help that Isis went off on him in front of Leah and ultimately broke them up. But still, Rakim was standing in front of me.
