Smoke Vibes

Smoke Vibes- ▲Chapter 19▲

Angelic

"You still listening?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

Mike and Sienna were still going back and forth with each other about what he had to do. Their conversation was hushed.

"Why the hell did I even....," she sighed.

When Roman and I were done with our food, we paid and left. He dropped me off to my apartment and he went home.

The next day, I went back to work as if nothing happened. My coworkers were still in shock from Ms. Magdalin's murder almost a month ago.

Ty, one of the workers said, "She was a bitch, I ain't gon shed no crocodile tears when I know damn well I didn't like that bitch. I ain't fake the most of y'all."

I agreed with her as I continued to fix the display table.

"Shit, most of y'all was crying because y'all didn't know who was cutting y'all checks, but that's cool because I wanna know too," she went on.

"I heard Porsha is stepping in," Davis said, flipping his blonde bang out of his face, "To be honest chile, I could care less as long as I get my money, we good to go boo."

"I heard she was hit close range," Ty said.

"Ok Ms. Stick Talk, but I heard the same thing too," Davis said.

It was time to clock out and left.

On the way there, I saw Trey and Mike talking when I drove by, they didn't see me. They looked like they were in deep conversation.

When I got to my apartment, I went straight to the kitchen and warmed up the leftovers from the restaurant.

My place was quiet and I was gonna enjoy the time I had to myself and enjoy the food I had too.

Peace and quiet was hard to come by, shit was at a stand still for me at the moment . Every opportunity I had at serenity, I took it. Most people like have noise and drama, I rather be laid back, but life wasn't like that. Everyone has to struggle, including the rich people.

Who would've thought of that? A person who pulled the trigger to end someone's life was thinking about having peace and quiet. The irony.

That's how it was.

Whenever it was quiet, that was my time to think. I started thinking about my dad and things went from great to terrible.

"Come on dad!" a six year old me went down the slide at the playground.

"I'll be right there, Angel," he answered, already walking away from my mom.

She looked on at us and her attention went back to her hands. Her face was glued to the phone, not paying attention. Her hair was swept back into a neat ponytail, showcasing her beauty.

I used to look up to my parents like they were the greatest people in the world.

I ran onto the swing, waiting for my dad to hurry over and push me. Once I began swinging back and forth strands of my hair started hitting my face. I had a wide smile on my face as I shrieked with joy as my dad continued to push me on the swing.

Calvin was sitting, playing in the dirt while my mother watched him for a minute before she went back to her phone.

From the outside we look like a family that had it together, hell I thought so too. Little did I know, her ways were the reason why they got divorced. My mother has been hooked on drugs for the longest.