Stay Down

Chapter|17

Dom

I felt relief as soon as I walked through the doors of my house. All the fellas, except Duck, left. On the cool I wished he had left too, I just wanted to chill out by my damn self for a second. I checked my phone to see if Amarri texted back but she hadn't. Fuck it. I ain't gon hit her up no more. I'm not the one to be chasing bitches. If anything I'm the one that gets chased.

"Say bro, I'm bout to roll up." Duck stated while pulling out a pack of cigars. I was about to hit the shower and rest my body for a second because I was starting to get sore again but I can hit the blunt first.

"Bet. I'll be back down in minute." I responded, going upstairs. With my phone in my hand I proceeded to check my emails. It was mostly junk mail but I came across one from Ms. Angie. It must be a copy of the interview. Damn she's quick. I opened it up and to my surprise it was a video of her bouncing her ass with the caption 'since you couldn't seem to get enough' across the top. Where they do that at? She was bold as fuck for sending me this video. I bet if her boss knew what she was up to her ass would be fired. While I was looking at it for a second time another email from her came though. This time it was only a message that read, "our little secret." I couldn't help the laugh that escaped. She must've read my thoughts. I put my phone down so I could go use the bathroom but it rang as soon as I did and it was my mama.

"Hey Ma."

"Hey Ma my ass. I told you to call me as soon as you got back. How you feeling? You shouldn't have taken your butt down there doing no interviews. Don't you know that you're not well?"

"Hi Mama how you doing, how was your day today."

"Hi Dominique!" I had to bite my tongue to stop me from laughing at her. I knew she was as serious as a heart attack but when she said that she reminded me of Craig's mom on Friday when she spoke to Smokey.

"Mama chill. I'm good. I literally just walked through the door."

"Mmm hmm, you better take it easy before you rip out those stitches. Have you changed your bandages lately? You know you gotta keep'em changed."

"Yes Ma, I got it. I told you I'm good. I got a appointment later this week. My doctor gon come to the crib and check me out."

"Oh ok good. Well let me know so I can come over. Have you heard from the detective. I got a call from him this morning."

"I got a call yesterday but like I told him I ain't pressing charges or no shit like that."

"Now that's just stupid Dominique you-."

"Ma chill. Ain't no use in pressing charges when I don't even know who did it. Shit is stupid." I lied right through my teeth. If I could help it, nobody would ever know that Amarri pulled the trigger on me.

"Yea they don't know now but when they find out you will have the proper charges already filed. They finally got a witness so-"

That got my attention, "a witness? Since when."

"Yea, the detective said one of the bartenders that was working that night came forward." Fuck! I gotta get in touch with Amarri. My mind was wrapped around what I just heard. Already I was thinking what it could mean for Amarri, what it could mean for me. I could very well get in trouble for withholding information, an obstruction of justice is what they call it. "Hello! Am I talking to myself?" She screamed in my ear.

"I'm here." That was another lie. I was on the phone but I wasn't listening.

"Well I was just calling to let you know that. I'm about to drive. I'll talk to you later. Love you son."

"Love you too." After hanging up I went to the bathroom. I washed my hands shortly after and went back downstairs. I needed to call Amarri but I was gon wait it out and see if she hit me up.

"Bout time nigga. I was damn near about to smoke this bitch up." The smell of marijuana filled my nostrils. I knew it wasn't no regular weed either. It was some that was gon probably put me on my ass but I was cool with that.

"You ain't lying nigga, damn." I said taking the blunt from hit. It was damn near a doobie now. I took a pull and could immediately feel myself relax. I could feel Duck's eyes on me as I swallowed the smoke and then let it out through my nose. "What's up nigga? You got something on ya mind because you burning a fucking hole through the side of my face."

"Ole girl that was here the other day."

"Yea what about her?" I took another pull from the blunt, this time not being able to swallow because I started coughing hard as shit. This was some good shit.

"I know her from somewhere. She look familiar. She got a dude named Amir or some shit like that?"

"Naw nigga, that ain't her dude." I responded in between coughs. During the time me and Amarri been chilling I found out that he was her best friend. I, too, thought they was together how he came to my house tryna check me and shit that day.

"Well you know I dabble in that dope game a lil bit and I swear I done ran across her one time or another."

"Naw I don't think she get down like that. You must be getting her confused." Surely Amarri wasn't into no drug shit. This nigga gotta me mistaking. But on the cool, she never told me what she did for a living.

"Naw I'm telling you that's her bro. Her and that nigga moving major weight. I'm surprised you ain't heard of them."

"Naw I haven't. Sometimes the streets don't talk that much." I handed him the blunt back and got up to go into the kitchen. I had a lil stash of weed in a cabinet above the refrigerator. I grabbed a step stool and opened the cabinet. To my surprise it was gone. The fuck? I know I ain't smoked it all. Just as I was about to question Duck, my doorbell rang. I stepped off the stool and walked to the door. I looked out the peephole and was taken aback. "Red Dress? To what do I owe the pleasure?"