HIS-Story

HIS-Story~21

"I'm thinking about getting a tattoo of Shawn's name on my arm," April said with a smile on her face. Saying that made me get out of my thoughts and look at her like she was crazy and stupid.

"What? Why would you set yourself up like that?" I asked like a concern friend.

April chuckled and shook her head. "I had to say something to get you out of your Amber trance. What's up with you two anyway? She hasn't come around in awhile and every time I call her she doesn't pick up."

I shrugged like I didn't know, but I knew. Of course Stacy's death put a toll on Amber, even though she put a gun to her head. "I don't know. She's your friend."

"And she's your girlfriend. Unless y'all broke up for the fifth time," she rolled her eyes. "Anywho, I'm playing about the Shawn tattoo, but I am thinking about getting a ride she on my arm and Rose's birthday under it."

I nod in approval. "I'm surprised you didn't get it yet. But that's a good idea."

April smile from my response. "Good. I'm getting it this evening. I'm so excited."

I nod and looked down at my semi empty plate. I sighed then tossed it to the side, April noticed and leaned over the counter to take my hand into hers for support.

"What's wrong?" She asked. "Amber is not talking to you either?"

I shook my head. "Yeah, it's just something else. It's a lot of things on my mind."

"Work? Relationship? Family issues? Friends issues?"

I chuckled. "Work and relationship. Those two are colliding together and I don't want them too. It's kinda hard though."

"Of course it's going to be hard. You really think you can keep Amber out of your work lifestyle forever," April stated. "She doesn't approve of your work doings?"

I nod. "Yeah and other doings."

"Like?" April removed her hands from mine. "What did you do?"

I looked down at my rough hands. "I killed Stacy," I mumbled.

"Who? Stacy? As an Amber's best friend Stacy? The bitch that think her shit don't stink," April chuckled then sighed. "Maybe it was for the best."

I gave her the are you crazy look. "What?"

"I mean it's horrible that you killed her friend, but Stacy is a bitch."

I sat up straight. "Jesus Christ April, she's dead. Have some respect."

April shrugged. "So? People will still talk about you even if your dead or alive. That's life," she reached over and took a sip of her orange juice. "So you killed Stacy, why?" She set her drink down on the counter. "Wait! Don't tell me. She stole money from John and you killed her. I knew she had sticky fingers. Anywho, you had to do what you had to do," she shrugged it off. "Do you think you can take care of Rose tonight?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Good."

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I walked into my apartment with Rose on my hip and her night bag in my hand. Like a two year, her eyes wondered everywhere around the apartment; in fascination. "Alright babygirl," I set her down on my bed.

"Up!" Rose raised her arms up at me.

I sighed then shook my head in defeat. I pick her up once again and sat down on the bed. "What do you want to do tonight?"