THE ONLY GIRL

Chapter Thirty-Five

A FEW DAYS LATER

"Zyland and Zo y'all hungry?"

Zyland shook her head no.

"I'm hungry", Zo got up and came into this kitchen.

I been keeping Zo at my crib to give my mama a moment.

I still been checking in with her from time to time.

"What you want? I'm finna doordash", I said to her when somebody began knocking on the door.

"Zyland can you get that for me please?"

"It's West and Malik", she said going to her room.

"Wassup bro, we brought pizza", West said putting the boxes on the counter.

"Wassup baby Zo", Malik said picking Zo up and spinning her around.

"Aye bro", West said holding up a wood and a bottle.

"Ight , here eat Zo. Come get me if you need me", I said to her and went upstairs to the guest room which was really just the room we smoke and shoot dice.

"How's moms doing", West asked lighting the wood.

"Man she ain't taking this shit lightly. That's why I got Zo & I gotta be strong for them"

"If you ever need us cuh. We know where to find us at", Malik said.

"Hell yeah but wassup with you and Skylar", I said to West changing the subject.

"I dont know yet cuh. She got some fye shit. I see why that nigga so crazy bout her. But I don't got time for the drama bro", he said taking a shot.

"Shit nigga if you really like her. Talk to that nigga", I said to him.

"Bro what I'm not doing that shit", he laughed.

I shrugged my shoulders.

Ain't my business. I'm staying out this one unless it come down to it then I'm riding with my brother wrong or deadass wrong.

1 WEEK LATER

KREATIVE POV

"When's the funeral baby?" I asked ZyMere as we got dressed to go out for date night.

"Saturday".

"You ready?" I asked.

He shook his head no and then I heard pounding on my door.

I looked over at Zy and he went to the dresser to grab his gun.

"Stay here", he said going to the front door.

After about 5 minutes he came running in the room.

"It's the police ma", he said panicking.

"The police?"

"Why is the police here?" I asked.

He didn't say nothing. He just stared.

"We ain't got time to talk about it ma. They finna buss in this hoe if we don't open the door. Just call my pops and I'll be straight from there", he said taking the gun and hiding it in the top of the closet.

"OPEN THE DOOR OR WE'RE COMING IN", the officer shouted from the outside.

I opened the door.

"How can I help you?"

"Is ZyMere Martin Here?"

"No", I lied.

"Can we have your name ma'am"?

"Kreative Davis"

"Okay we have had eyes on this building and we have resources who say they saw him come into this apartment".

"Well he isn't here", I lied again.

"Ma'am you mind if we take a look around then?"

"Not without a search warrant".

"If you are lying to us ma'am and he's in here. We have the right to take you to jail also for withholding information about a wanted suspect".

"What is he wanted for?"

"First Degree Murder".

My heart dropped. He told me he wasn't doing that shit no more.

"Well he's not here".

"Thank you for you time ma'am", the officer said and I closed the door.

I went back into the room.

"You got 2 seconds to start talking".

"Where they go?"

"Nigga they gone".

He stood there in silence.

"ZYMERE HELLO".

"Okay okay".

"This grown nigga was talking to Zyland. So I did what I had to do".

I took a deep breath.

"Anything else?"

"That night you was looking for me. I went to make some money with West and Malik and shit ended up going left. I don't know if them niggas dead or not though".

"So you've been just straight lying to my face. I told you I don't want no nigga like that".

"Im sorry", He said coming up to me but I backed away.

"I need some time Zy. And you should go because their watching my place".

"How ima leave right now Kreative?"

"Leave in the morning but go sleep in the guest room or something", I said to him and he walked past me shaking his head.

I told him I didn't want this. I don't wanna be looking over my shoulder. I have to do that enough with my brothers doing what they do.