Consequences

(13)

say you got a nigga. go figure. (Trey Songz)

Damon

I was awake but my eyes were closed. I was feeling the worst headache ever. It was worst than a hangover.
"Damon please. Get up.",I heard Alicia whisper yell.
I instantly sat up and tried to stand but was tied to a chair. That chair being chained to the concrete ground.
I looked at Alicia in disbelief. Something was so off but she still looked beautiful. Tied up and everything.
"Baby who is after us?",I asked.
Last thing I remember is being hit head on with another car.
She began crying.
"You said..if I told you, you'd still love me.",she said with a cracked voice.
I was scared now. It was like my world was coming down around me.
"I um...I have a-"
"Morning folks!",said an Italian looking man with fake hair.
I looked closer and it was the same man that asked me if I knew a 'Muhammad'.
I looked at Alicia who had her head down.
"Alicia what the fuck is going on?",I asked pissed.
I just knew she wasn't cheating on me. I knew it.
I'm not no punk...anymore, but tears began to well in my eyes. She couldn't even look at me.
"Care to share Alicia?",the Italian man asked.
Alicia bit her lip and looked away.
"Or should I say Muhammad?"
My eyes widened as everything began to connect. She was going to tell me she had a boyfriend. That's what the speech meant, that's what all the unfinished sentences meant.
A cell phone rang and the Italian man answered it.
"Meeting?"
...
"Yes..right away."
He hung up the phone.
"Maybe she can tell you while I'm gone.",he said and walked out with a smirk.
"Don't say shit to me Alicia."
I hung my head and fell asleep.

Mr.T

I would make sure he knew that his presence was known. He wasn't fooling anybody. Especially me.
"Your client is here to see you now.",Janice said.
She raised an eyebrow at me before dropping a file on my desk. As she walked out Mr.Zelda walked in.
"Hello Co-owner. How are you?",he asked cheerily.
"Listen Morgan. This can be simple or complex."
I swiftly pulled out my gun,aiming directly for his head.
He chuckled and the accent had completely faded.
"You always did try and take things that weren't yours.",he said.
He was referring to his ex wife. I knew he killed her. I always knew.
I grinned a little, revealing my deep dimples.
"You can leave and never come back. Or die. Pick wisely.",I cocked the gun.
He laughed and leaned further into his chair.I couldn't shoot him after knowing him so long.
"According to the contract, I could crush you."
I gave him a confused look. I know for sure that paper didn't have anything unnecessary in it.
"Where?",I asked taken back.
He chuckled and pulled out a copy of the paper I signed.
The same huge smudge in the bottom corner.
He scraped at it before peeling back the smudge. Then I realized that it was a sticker.
"Fine print says that if you aim a gun or shoot me you are fined three hundred million."
I stared in disbelief as he stood and began walking towards the door.
"What you plan on doing about it? Sue me?",I could feel the temperature in my body rise.
"Precisely."
The door closed behind him.

Jas

"No! Damon is in trouble! Him and Alicia.",I yelled at the nurse.
I knew Erica was waiting outside.
"Ma'am you're going to make yourself have a miscarriage!",the nurse shouted.
I laid still in her arms. I knew it. I knew something was off about me.
"What?",I asked still in disbelief.
She released my arms. She literally had to hold me down because I was about to rip the IV out of my arm.
"You're four to five weeks pregnant.",she said as she handed me a prenatal pamphlet.
I snatched it and threw it across the room.
"Listen. My best friend and his girlfriend are in danger. I feel it.",I said.
She sighed and nodded.
"I'll call the police and you can make a statement."
Before she could fully walk out Erica, Jas, Eric, Grandma, and Cordyn barged in the room.
"Baby you okay?",he asked kissing all over my face.
I smiled and nodded. I still was on edge though.
"I have good and bad news.",I said.
He sat down and as soon as he did his phone rang. Its like he barely has time for me anymore. Like nothing is adding up. Who is he talking to?
"Yeah....No!....Where?....I got you."
He hung up and kissed my forehead before briefly kissing Jasmon.
"Sorry baby. Something came up."
He ran out the room and left me once again. I slightly cried and Erica akwardly grabbed my hand.
What is with this family up to?

Cordyn

"I got here as quick as I could.",I said barging into my fathers office.
I saw him sitting down with a picture in his hand. A picture of me and my mother.
He nursed a bottle of Hennessey and a blunt in the other hand. I've never seen him so depressed,since my mother passed.
"Where'd you get that?",I asked in disbelief.
He looked up at me with red eyes. I could see the pain in his eyes.
"Never threw it away."
He abruptly dropped the picture and stared at me.
"Be careful. Shit is about to hit the fan."
I stared at him.
"What do you mean?"
He chuckled but nothing was funny.
"Mr.Zelda isn't Mr. Zelda. He's Morgan Foxworth."

Damon

I was barely holding in how I felt. I didn't want to make Alicia feel bad because I hated to see her cry but she needs to he hurt like I'm hurting.
"Damon please listen to me. Please.",she begged for the hundredth time.
I looked at her with hate filled eyes. The second time I've made eye contact with her today.
Her eyes made me feel at home. I couldn't look at her.
"I want the truth.",I sat up to the best of my ability.
She took a deep breath before staring me directly in the eye.
"I um...I'm in a gang. Nobody but the man that was just in here knows my first name, and you."
I was beyond confused. How the hell does he get the privledge to know her first name?
"They all know me by my middle name. Which is Muhammad.",she said.
I stared in disbelief. I opened my mouth to speak but she interrupted me.
"Please, let me finish.",she said.
I closed my mouth, expectingly.
"I was ordered to find out information about Jas and Cordyn. At the time I didn't know you were connected with them. When we met at the hospital, I didn't know you were there to see Jas Grandmother."
She sighed.
"I-I was ordered to bring them to her father. The man that was in here."
I scrunched up my face.
"How? Her father is black.",I said.
She nodded.
"Its fake skin. Its silicon on top of his face with a glue on wig. Only way you can take it off is professionally.",she said.
I was so shocked I couldn't even comprehend. But wait...
"Then why the hell was he so focused on looking for you?",I felt my anger subsiding.
She was just a woman lost in the drug world. I felt bad for us both.
"You know. I never was as happy as I was with any man than I have been with you. You bring genuine joy to my heart. You've never taken...advantage of me, you loved me when I didn't live myself."
What was she trying to say? I asked her a simple question. Its scaring me how she chooses to answer me.

"My love for you is real. I promise on my dead fathers grave."
She had tears falling down her eyes.
"But I'm holding back."
I looked at her sad face. I only wanted to make her happier.
"Why?"
She stared at me for a while. Unknowingly making me feel like home, making me feel loved.
"I'm pregnant."
I smiled so wide. I was finally having a child with the woman of my dreams. I want to mar-
"I'm married."
My smile dropped.

To be continued...