IN TOO DEEP [SEQUEL]

Eight

And here you go..(Published 06/27/2015)

Just because I luh y'all :).....

Natasha

It's been two days since Sky's been missing and I haven't heard anything from her. I was more hurt than anything and I just didn't understand how she could just up and leave without saying anything to me. She knew what I've been through and for her to turn around and do the very thing that hurt me the most was unforgivable. I took a deep breath as I bypassed Cashs' doorbell and knocked.

"Who!?" I heard him yell.

"It's me! Open the door!"

"Who is me?"

"Cash open this fucking door!"

The door swung open and he had a goofy grin on his face as I pushed my way inside the house.

"Damn, good morning to you too." He spoke with sarcasm.

"Whatever. Look, I came here to see if you heard anything from Sky?"

"Nah, why?"

"Because I haven't heard from her in a few days and I'm worried."

What I said was partially true. I was worried but I also wanted answers as to why she took my money. And even though she did something as fucked up as she did, I would never tell Cash our personal issues.

"Oh. Nah I ain't heard from ha'. That's whatchu' came hea' fa'?"

"Kind of....I kind of need a favor too."

"Shit." He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head back and forth.

"Don't be like that Cash."

"Last time I did you a favor, you almost got my ass locked up."

"And I would've bailed you out but that's not the point. Are you going to do me a favor or not?"

"Can you tell me what it is first."

"Cash?"

"Natasha?"

"Cash!?"

"Aite, Aite! Whatchu' need me to do?"

"I need for you to give me the address to where August lives."

"Nope." He shook his head. "Hell nah. I'on want no parts in that shit."

"Come on Cash." I plopped down on his couch." I really need to talk to him."

"Then his number is 555-"

"Cash! I use to be a criminal. Don't you think if I wanted his fucking number that I could get it?"

"True. Why can't you get his address then?"

"Because I've tried. He's too smart and I can't find out where he's staying."

"So you want me to snitch on my blood fa' you and tell you whea' this man is laying his head at night?"

"Yeah. Please?" I begged him with my eyes.

He stared at me trying to figure me out before he spoke.

"Ok." He mumbled.

"What?"

I smiled so hard that my eyes were practically closed.

"I said aite! I'll text it to you."