Nightly Behaviors

Chapter 31

After emotionally tiring myself out with scrolling through every post within the 6 year time frame with which I was sent to live with my uncle somewhere along the way, my mind lingers to Chresanto. I trace my thoughts to a couple of nights ago to when we'd had our stupid argument and me leaving sent him running out of the apartment a few moments after I did. I watched him from behind a large van parked on the street knowing that if I had tried to take off in any direction he would catch up.

He acted frantically like he actually really wanted to find me. Apologize even. But I didn't want to hear it.

He looked in both directions and it looked as if he was contemplating which one he should run in. Which one he might catch up with me in but like an over worked computer he crashed and blacked out. And Chresantos blacking out usually lead to throwing things. Things like the trash can in front of the building that he sent flying to the opposite side of the street.

Afterwards I watched the feeling of defeat showcase on his face. Soon enough his back was turned and he began his entrance back into the building. 

His expression nearly broke my heart but I kept myself from running to him and melting at his touch again. I reminded myself that he thought I was disgusting.

Merely that was enough to get me riled up again, so I began my walk to the nearest bus station.

I thought about that night deeply for the next twenty minutes. I thought about all the different ways we both could have acted, all of the different decisions that could have been made. I though about Chresanto until I fell asleep that night.

Chresanto's POV

After a few days of self loathing I got my shit together and cleaned up my apartment. I swept up all the broken glass, and I put all of my furniture back in place, if it wasn't broken. Everything else that no longer usable I left outside my door to be dealt with later.

As for now I planned to use my time to visit Crystal, successfully apologize and invite her back.

"The hell you mean this ain't a strip club no more?"

I pulled up in the drive way to a business dressed man pinning up a permanently closed sign, so as one would expect, I jumped up and began badgering him about it.

"Just as it says, the city closed this place down once they found out that those strippers were living here. With the conditions being as unfit for living as they were I'm surprised it took this long for them to get shut down."

It made sense but that didn't halt my confusion. If there was no more strip club there where the hell would Crystal have gone? She didn't come back to my apartment and as far as I know that's the only place she could've gone, unless she was willing to get a motel room for a few nights but I highly doubt that. My mind wonders to panic, I hope she'd been okay.

"Well do you know where all the girls that were living here went?"

"Look the owner will be down here in a week to finalize the papers, unless you can track him down and ask him yourself until then I'm afraid your out of luck and you just have to wait."

I contemplated grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and scaring more information out of him but I figure I would get in a lot more trouble than I had when I did that to the lobby boy.

He begin to walk away but I run in his path before he is able to get more than a few feet. "Can you tell me what time I should be here then?" I guess I would have no choice but to wait but I would at least like to know how long I would be waiting for.

"I'm sorry I can't do that." He responds. "Your best bet is getting here at the crack of dawn and waiting all day. Your highest chances are from 12 to 3."

He begins to walk away agains and I step back and let him. Times like this, I wish she'd had a phone or something.

I throw myself back on the side of the building and bring my fingers through my over grown hair and think back to the night when she left to begin with. I should have stopped her before she ever ran out the door but I was being an asshole.

Interrupting my self enmity my phone began to ring. I figured it was my mom and couldn't let it go unanswered so I took my phone out of my pocket and answered it without looking at the contact information.

"Yo what's up Chresanto, I need a favor." The voice was that of an all to familiar person and when I pulled the phone from my ear to check the number it confirmed just what person I thought it was.

"Yo man I told you I was done with this."

A snickering laughter filled the speakers of my phone making me angry. 

"What's so funny my G?"

"You nigga, your what's so funny! I'm sorry that nobody told you before you got into this business but there's no out."

I was silent. I knew it was true but deep down I'd hoped that maybe if I just changed my number and ignored the situation maybe it would go away.

"Alright now as I was saying about this favor I need. There's a brothel being set up around your area, it should start having guys in and out of it in a few days. I need you to pick up 5 of the girls for me."

"Five? That's nearly impossible. How the hell am I even supposed to fucking pull that shit off?"

"Its easy man, I talked to the boss, its already arranged. You just do your part and meet me in Uptown tomorrow night."

I sigh, hating myself for even getting mixed up in this business to begin with. "Yea ight."

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If you are a little confused about the end don't worry the next episode should help :)