Crossroads

(11)

Dawaun

Taylor jumps up, she must not have heard him announce himself and come in.

"The hell you sayin 'Oh Shit' for?" She asked with an attitude, probably from being scared.

"You doin the dishes." He stated, but it sounded more like a question.

"Uhhh, ye-yes. Was I not suppose to do them?" She had a scared look in her eye as she said that.

"Fuck yea! I needa bring you around more often," he said cheesing.

"Just to wash dishes?" She said while glaring at him.

"Nahhhh, I liked chillin' with you too," he said.

"I liked chillin with you too," Taylor said and practically beamed her smile in his eye, he had never seen one so wide and bright.

"Just a lil bit though," he teased.

"Then ima just do a lil bit of these dishes," she shot back.

"Ok, you got it," said Dawaun as he sat on his couch, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" Taylor questioned.

"Anything."

"Are you gonna answer?"

"Sure."

"Truthfully?"

"Girl, ask the question."

He heard a pause before she continued.

"Umm, like...you have your own apartment and car and stuff but, how OLD are you really?"

"Oh. Thats it? Im 18, but I turn 19 in April, the 24th. How old are you then?"

"17, I turn 18 in May, the 22nd."

"Awww," he said as he laughed, "you a lil youngin'," he laughed more.

He looked over and saw Taylor's head down, he couldn't know for sure because her hair was long and covering her face, but he thought he saw blush.

"You almost done?" He asked.

"Yea. Just gotta rinse this plate," she responded.

"Good, im lonely over here."

"Nigga, play with yourself or something," Taylor said laughing at herself.

"Wasnt eem' funny," said Dawaun as he turned back around towards the T.V.

They stopped talking, eventually Taylor came over and sat next to him on the couch.

She un-paused the show and they sat there and watched.

Hours pass and they talk more, joke, and laugh. It comes time for Taylor to head back. She still has to get home and make it look like she was at school today.

He walked her down to the front door of the building, where they walked in at. They stood at the door for a while, talking.

"You know how to get back?"

"Yea, I remember," she said.

"You sure?"

"Yes, im sure."

"Ight, text me when you good so I know."

"Ok, when I get in the house." She told him.

"Thats bool," he said. He bent down a little and gave her a hug. She hugged him back and said a little "bye". He barely heard it.

He held the door open for her as she walked out and watched her get in her car and drive off.

He went back to his apartment. He left his phone on the table and when he got back it was buzzing.

He quickly walked over to it, looked at who was calling and answered.

"Aye Chris, wassgood?" He said.

"Nigga...where you...at?" Said Chris in between breaths.

"Im at my crib. Bro, you good?"

"Fuck no nigga, me and G was boolin on this corner with a couple niggas we know. Outta nowhere a muh'fuckin' car skrt around the corner," he said all in one breath. He paused and took another deep lungful before continuing. "They slowed up a lil and then the windows start comin down. By then I was already sharp about what was bout to happen, so I...hit G in his shoulder and started to run. But before I did i peeped the nigga in the passenger seat, closest to us."

"Who the hell was it?"

"Bruh...it was that nigga Casey bruh. I seen him whip out an all gold Nina bruh. We was runnin and got away, but that nigga shot me bruh."

"Oh shit, where?"

"Nuffin' serious, just my arm. But this shit hurt like hell bruh."

"Where yall at? Im bouta come scoop yall up then."

"We on V-Street, northeast bruh. That lil alley thats right there. You know where its at."

"Im on my way then fool, aye keep pressure on that bullet wound, dont bleed too much nigga."

He hung up the phone and quickly went into his room and put on clothes.

He stepped back out 5 minutes later with his original outfit on.

He tucks his Glock 17 into the waistband of his pants and belt, and leaves his apartment, hops in his car, and speeds towards Chris & G.

He calls a number while dodging traffic with one hand on the wheel.

"Hello?" The person he called answers.

"You know any medical stuff?" He asks.

"Depends, like what?"

"Like how to remove a bullet out a niggas arm."

"Oh my god! You got shot!?"

"No not me! Just answer the question!" He says letting the anger coat his voice.

"Ummm...not really, I took a little class with my mom before, she's a nurse, but I cant do anything major."

"Im not asking for surgery, its just his arm. Can you do stitches?"

"Yea. I can do stitches." She said.

"Ight, send me your address, ima be there in a little while."

He hung up and waited for her to text him the address.

Tay😻😎: 1547 Dumont Drive

He then sped up a little to pick up his Men.