Locust Lane

Chapter 18

We live in a world where the good suffer and the ruthless live to see their grandkids have kids.

I stared at the post that Nichelle put on Instagram. It was a picture of her and Amir.

There's no denying that her caption has some truth in it. I always wondered why though. A man who works his ass off at his job could barely make two thousand dollars a month. In that same time, a man who does illegal things for his money could make ten times that. The one who struggles could end up being put out of his home with nowhere at all to go. The one who does illegal things could pop bottles and buy drinks for everyone at a club.

A woman who desperately wants to carry and give birth to at least one child, may have a condition that causes her to not be able to do so. She could have gone through miscarriage after miscarriage. Yes, she could get a surrogate to carry the baby, but the experience just isn't the same. Then, you could have a woman get pregnant who is healthy enough to go all the way through the pregnancy. During her pregnancy, she'll still smoke a pack in a week or less. She could spend every penny on herself, not buying a single thing for the baby. Soon time she gives birth, she dumps the baby on someone so she can go live a care free life.

Questioning God is something that shouldn't really be done, but we all have.

All I ever did was try my best to love and support Jason, but then my selfish ass cousin, along with other bitches, came along and took his love away from me.

Before I dwelled on the past for too long, I stood up and went to go use the restroom.

"-stly I'm tired of waiting. You, come up here first thing in the morning and see what's going on. I want to know if he's dead or not."

While I was peeing, I heard someone talking. It sounded like the female that asked about Amir earlier.

"Oh they did? Don't take their word for it though, I want you to see. If he's not dead I want pictures.... your fucking iPhone obviously.... if they do come back, then.... I don't know. You're his friend and coworker, just say you were checking on him."

There was a pause in the conversation. I finished my business but just as I was about to flush, I heard water running.

"Damn Bri, I don't give a fuck about all that. If the lil bitch says something out the way then just pop her in the mouth. She's scary as fuck anyway. I pushed her out my way and she didn't say sh..."

After she left out the restroom, I flushed the toilet then came out the stall.

I washed my hands, thinking about what I just heard. Uh, Bri is a common name. I've known a few. Maybe she wasn't talking to the Bri that I know. If I told Chelle about this, she probably wouldn't really know what to think either. For now, I'll leave it to myself.

I went back into the waiting room and sat by Chelle. My phone vibrated and I saw that I was getting a call from Laila. I simply put my phone in my pocket and ignored it. I wish she would leave me alone. There isn't too much more that I would like to say to her. She is a sick ass bitch that needs her head chopped off. That's cruel, but so is taking a little girl's innocence.

"Nichelle James?" Chelle and I looked up to see a person that looks like a doctor standing at the waiting room's enterance.

We stood up and went over to him. Just by the way that he was looking, I could tell that he was getting ready to tell us some bad news.

He took us around the corner where nobody was before he said anything. "Would you like to speak in a more private area or is right here okay?"

"Right here is fine. I just want to know about my cousin Dr. Livingston. Is he still alive?" Chelle said. She must have read his badge.