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Thirty-Seven.

Andreson

I couldn't stop thinking about Isamariá. She had been on my mind since last night. When I found out that she was going on a date with Ace, a huge wave of jealousy came over me.

Also, I was pretty upset that she didn't believe me about the Rebecca situation. Out of everyone in the world, I thought it would be her that was on my side. Then again, I felt bad for calling her Naive. But, a little part of me was happy that she was because the fact that I told her that I loved her. Good thing I played it off.

Anyways, I got freshened up and dressed nice because my plan was going into motion today. After I fixed my collar on my white shirt, I looked over at the twenty grand sitting on my bed. Yes, I had gotten twenty grand out of my bank account. Why? I was going to give it to Isamariá's mother. I realized that not a lot of people have what I got, and I thought it would be cool to give her mother a little money because I knew that she needed it. I didn't want to give it to Isamariá because I knew she wasn't going to take it.

I grabbed a box and loaded the stacks of money inside. Afterwards, I closed the box and taped it up, then walked out of my room.

"Where are you going?" King asked.

"About to make a trip to my girl's house real quick." I grabbed my keys off of the coffee table. "I'll be back."

"Alright."

I walked out if the apartment and closed the door. After walking down the steps, I threw the box in the passenger side of my car. I then hopped in on the other side and started the car up. I drove off and started making my way to the Bronx.

After a while, I pulled up to the housing section where she lived. I parked and turned the car off. I looked over and saw that the Window was closed in the apartment. I sighed, then grabbed the box and got out of the car.

I walked up the steps and closed my eyes, then sighed. Hopefully, I could get through to them. I knocked on the door, "Mrs. Johnson?" 

No response.

"Quiero hablar con usted!" I yelled through the door. "It's me, Andreson!"

Still no response.

I could either leave and go home, or, I could go inside and leave the money there. Of course, I didn't really have to think about it, because I already knew I was going to end up going inside, anyway. So, I turned the knob and walked inside of the apartment.

Nothing was on, except for the kitchen light. I prepared to just put the box on the table, but when I looked up, I saw something on the wall that I never thought I'd see in my life.

KU KLUX KLAN was written on the wall, with what looked like blood. 

"What the..?" I knitted my eyebrows together as I looked at the sign. "Isa?! Mrs. Johnson?!"

I walked into the kitchen and saw a purple stain on the floor. A cup was laying near, but everything else seemed fine. I left the kitchen and walked down the hallway, and peeked inside the bathroom, nobody was in there. I looked inside of Isa's bedroom, and nobody was there. Then, I looked in the other bedroom which I assumed was her Moms bedroom, and nobody was in there either.

Was this a joke? I knew this wasn't really happening. The Ku Klux Klan had Kidnapped Isa and her family? No, this couldn't be happening. I didn't know what to do. If I called the Police, I could possibly be charged with tresspassing and or, I could be named a suspect. Ugh. The only thing that seemed right, was to wait. So, I walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, waiting for somebody to come home. There was a possible chance that Isa's family wasn't kidnapped.

For hours and hours, I sat there and waited for someone to walk through the door. Though, I was nervous, if George walked in he would probably shoot me or something. I would probably shoot him back if that happened. I don't know.. I think my conscious was getting at me. Overall, I was just hoping that Isa would walk through the door.

It was about seven o'clock in the evening, now. Yup, I sat here and waiting all day. Nobody came home, though, and I was getting tired and irritated. Just when I decided that I was going to call the police, I stood up, but then the front door opened.

Inside came Mrs. Johnson with Kaylani on her side.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked me. "Isamariá better not have le-"

"Mrs. Johnson, where Is your husband?"

"He went to visit his mother." She snarled. "Why?"

I nearly died when she said it.

"I think the Ku Klux Klan kidnapped Isamariá..." I said in a low tone.

"What are you talking boy?!"

"Look at the damn wall!" I snapped.

She turned around and looked at the wall. Kaylani frowned and tugged on her mother's shirt.

"Mommy, what is that?" She asked.

"Nothin.'" She whispered. "Go in ya room and get ready for bed."

Kaylani hopped off down the hallway.

"How long have you been here, boy?" She asked me.

"I got here about one.. " I said," And... I saw that on the wall, but I didn't know what to do. If I called the police, they might think I did it!"

"Maybe you did!" She yelled. "I heard all about your prejudice parents! You can't fool me, boy! I want my god damn daughter back or I'm calling the police and getting your ass locked up!"

"You think I did it?" I asked. "Why the hell would I do that? Unlike you or anyone else in this house hold, I actually care about Isamariá! You assholes don't!"

"I do care about my daughter, because If I didn't, I would continue to let her hang out with you." She growled. "From this minute forward, I forbid you from coming anywhere near Isamariá."

"That would be good to say If she wasn't fucking kidnapped by the KKK!" I barked. "Great fucking parenting! What are you going to do, Mrs. Johnson?! Are you going to call the police or what?"

Suddenly, she just began crying her eyes out. She sat down on the chair and covered her face with her hand, crying loudly like she just got shot or something.

"What?!"

"Them police folks ain't gonna do nothin' for me." She wept. "My daughter probably dead right now..."

"Fuck it."

I looked at the box, and thought about if I should leave it or not. But, right now wasn't really a great time to think about it, so I grabbed the box and walked out of the apartment.

I was so angry and irritated, I just wanted to know if Isa was okay. None of this wouldn't have happened if I just told her how I felt a long time ago. I'd been in denial so long, I never realized that I was wasting time. I had so many opportunities, and so many signs slapped me right across the face and told me that she was the one. Yet, I lost my chance, and I probably wouldn't get a second one.

I felt liquid falling down on my cheeks and I wiped it away. I couldn't even remember the last time I cried. Anyway, I put the key in the ignition, an started the car up, then reversed out if the parking space.

Afterwards, I began driving after I left the housing section. I didn't even know where to go, because it was a million thoughts In my head. My vision was getting blurry because I was still crying. Every time I wiped a tear, another shot out and It wouldn't stop.

Just when I shifted my attention back towards the road, I realized an other vehicle was coming towards me.

CRASH!