Bahja Roulette (Bahja and Jacob story)

Chapter 18 ♥ Relievers

Princeton did nothing but stare at her in the same position. His world literally stopped.

"What.. the hell.." he said, lowly, not moving from his position one bit.

"I was going to tell you sooner, but you were so hurt and I honestly didn't think you were going to survive from that gunshot wound!"

".... so, that means that I'll-... I'll have aids, also.." he said in a daze.

He shut his mouth and immediately jumped out the bed, grabbing his car keys. Stephanie shot up from the bed and ran behind him. He zoomed pass Roc and ran straight for the door, not looking back at anyone.

Roc sat up from the couch and glanced at Stephanie, weirdly. "What happened?" he asked.

"Roc! I didn't- I didn't mean to do that to him!"

"Do what, Steph? Calm down!"

Stephanie smashed her two palms on the side of her head, messing up her straight, blonde hair. She was too upset to even tell him what was going on.

"He's upset with me, Roc!"

"Did you break up with him or something?"

"Roc!" she whined, not wanting him to get mad at her.

"Roc.. I can't tell you.. I have to go find him! I don't know where he is going!"

Roc started to grow frustrated from her stalling. He stood up and pointed his index finger directly in her face, causing her to back up.

"Stephanie, I really respect you, baby girl, but I want to know what is wrong with Prince. I don't want for this to get ugly, but I can make it that way if you don't TELL me what happened!"

"It's... it's.." she paused and groaned. "Just call him, Roc."

She sat down and placed her fist in the middle of her forehead, letting out a couple of tears. Roc rolled his eyes and pulled out his Android Razor from the back of his pocket. He unlocked it, then dialed Princeton's number. While he waited, he couldn't help but notice how nervous Stephanie was acting; almost as if she'd just slaughtered someone. The phone rang for a little while, then stopped earlier than usual. He grunted and looked at the screen.

"Steph, he didn't answer.." he said, baffled.

"Just... call again!" she said, with her voice starting to crack up.

Roc called a couple of more times, but with each call, the rings would become shorter. He slowly started to get anxiety as for Princeton could've been anywhere. He finally decided to give up and get to the meat and potatoes.

"Stephanie, WE need to go and look for him. I don't know what the heck you did, but he isn't answering his phone and that is not like him!"

Without hesitation, she stood up and grabbed her keys from the king ring in the kitchen. She opened the door and they left to go find him.

As they pulled off, the same two police officers who came for Manny's murder scene, pulled back up to the house. It's been three months since they'd gotten back with Princeton.

"Joe, I think I'mma stay in the car this time." Paul, the white police who always ate, groaned as he rubbed his potbelly.

Joe, the slimmer and hispanic cop with a nice head of slicked-back hair, rolled his eyes and grabbed his clipboard. "Paul, lay off the cheesecakes. I need you to come in with me in case someone tries to pull a 417 like last time."

Paul rolled his eyes and rested back in the seat, helping his piece of cake digest. Joe walked into the front yard, onto the top step of Princeton's condo.