Jr. starred at the number for over thirty seconds. Everything he had just done, had blank out his mind. The number that had sent Beverly that text really did look familiar but at the same time, he wasn't really sure. Jr. calls the phone and the caller picks up...
"Hello... Hello............Hello.........Beverly!"
The caller hung up the phone due to Jr. not saying anything. Jr. immediately throws the phone on the ground. Jr. realized that the voice was from his head chef Chris. Jr. grabs the gun again and once again put the gun to his mouth. His mind was on a never ending roller coaster. The fact that he killed and put his wife in the freezer started to kick in on his conscious. The fact that his head chef, co worker and friend, creeping with his wife made him angry.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK.... SHIT... SHIT.... SHIT.... DAMN MANE!!!"
Screams from Jr. made the pictures on the wall rattle. He was furious and in the blink of an eye was a totally different person. In the back of his mind he wanted to go right then and there to kill Chris. Instead, he told himself that he was gone play it off cool until the right time.
Jr. could hear Beverly phone ringing again and picks it up without saying one word...
"Beverly......Beverly........Girl whats wrong with your phone?"
Jr. hangs the phone up. He couldn't wait to see how Chris was going to act at work the next day. That night Chris started to tear up while laying in bed. He knew what he had done was above and beyond unnecessary. He tossed and turned all night. Flashbacks of him shooting her and wrapping her body up made him weak. One thing he was still confused about was the words from Chris text message.....
"What you doing baby? Did you tell that fool you call Mr. Suicidal yet lol?"
The next day at work Jr. could see Chris steam washing the dishes. He walks behind him, pokes a knife in his back and whispered in his ear....
"What was this fool suppose to know?"
