𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇.

eighteen.

𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐧. 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬
𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 || 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙾𝙽 𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙴, 𝙻𝙰.
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    "You ain't heard from her?"

I stood outside my house, talking to Kha through his car window. It had been three days since my game that Kacie hadn't shown up for and she hadn't texted, called, shown up for school, or even reposted anything on TikTok which is unusual since she reposts something new every hour.

"Nah, maybe it's something with her moms." Kha shrugged, taking a pull from his blunt as he looked at me with low eyes.

"I was debating going over there since you know her people's strict and shit. But now I feel like I need to go just to make sure she alive."

"I stopped by and nobody came to the door.."

"Well what the fuck am I supposed to do? My wife might be dead and I don't even know. Then I don't want to call the police because what if I'm just overreacting and she's fine—"

Kha cut me off, "First of all, she's not dead or anything like that. I'm sure she's just going through something and it could possibly be that her mom passed away or is getting sicker."

He continued with a raised eyebrow, "Second of all, yo' wife?"

"Yes that's my wife and I am deeply in love with her."

"Well when the fuck you gone lock her down?" He shook his head. "Don't let the good ones go, fool."

"Well if I could see her in person and get her to respond to my texts then maybe I would. But on some real shit, I'm just being patient. It would be her first relationship or whatever so I just don't want to force nothing." I explained.

He shrugged, "Understandable. I'll go pull up on her again to see if anybody answer this time. Her pops don't like me and shit but I don't give a fuck."

"Can I go?"

"Sure nigga hop in." He unlocked the door and I got in.

I sat in the seat and struggled to close the door back because the handle was all janky and loose. Then it wouldn't close all the way.

"Janky ass door," I mumbled.

"You gotta slam that shit." He reached over me and slammed it hard as hell, making it close. "I just bought this shit and it's a nineteen ninety-seven model, so not too much."

"Nigga why you buy this old ass car?" I frowned as he pulled out of my neighborhood, heading to Kacie's.

"I was sick of walking everywhere since my last car got totaled. But I'm also broke and it was only eight hundred. And it ain't that bad it just don't got air and the door be tweakin' sometimes."

Shidd his car, none of my business.

We pulled up to Kacie's house and her car was out front, indicating that she should be home. We walked up to the porch and knocked on the door lightly four times before being met with the girl we were concerned over for the past three days.

"Since when ya'll start going places together?" She laughed and moved out the way to let us in the house, closing the door once we were in.