The Come Up

Chapter 58 - Get to NY!

I feel my breath stop in my throat, in the middle of an exhale. Suddenly the world around me goes out of focus. Suddenly nothing matters more than those few words and in an instant I feel like those are the most important words in the world. 

"Don't play with me, Flex." I say firmly. 

"You think I would play with you like that?" He laughs, happy and as shocked as myself. 

"How do you know? How do you know this news isn't fake? That this ain't some kind of fucked up game they playin?" I ask, my words stumbling over each other into a jumbled mess. 

I stand to my feet and walk with Trisha's phone to my room, quickly I pull out my laptop and slam it on the bed. 

"Trevon told me himself. He wanted to surprise you but I don't think he knows that you're in Cali most of the time now. I saw a ticket for a 7 AM flight back to New York. You would miss him actually getting out, because they're releasing him at noon." Flex says as though he is reading this from a paper. 

My finger tips crunch along the laptop keys. Flights from LAX to Laguardia and JFK are booked solid. Flex is right, the next flight isn't until 7 AM tomorrow. I close my laptop, not willing to accept this defeat.

"I'll be there in the next 6 hours." I say after a few moments. 

"Trisha, wake up." I rock her soft and then heavy as I begin to lose my cool with excitement pouring through every vessel in my body.

"Wake up, wake up. We gotta go back to New York!" I say continuing to shake her.

She groans and fans me off, her head turns into the pillow and her eyes remain shut.

"Trisha!" I say, shaking her over and over.

"What?" She mumbles.

"Trevon is getting out tomorrow! He's getting out Trisha, we gotta go now!" I say laughing but tears have already begun to form at the tips of my eyes. I wipe them away quickly.

Trisha sits up on her two arms and turns towards me.

"What?" She asks squinting at me. "Tomorrow? I thought he had several more months." She says.

"Me too, but Flex just called, we gotta go." I pull her up so she is sitting at the edge of the bed and throw some clothes at her. I stuff the rest of her clothes sloppily in her bag and zip it shut.

"I need a second, Chan. I'm drunk and high." Trisha says.

"Me too, I understand. We just have to be out of here in the next 20 minutes. Can you call Remus, I don't know where my phone is." I say to her as I rush to my room to pack my own necessities. I slide out of my expensive dress and slip on sweats and a big sweater with new Adidas, the first shoes in my sight.

"Yea, Remus. Sorry to wake you up. We need a ride to the airport in the next 20 minutes." I hear Trisha speaking.

"Tell him he will be greatly compensated." I scream to her.

"She's paying you for all this, she apologizes but its kind of an emergency for her." She says nicely. You can hear that Trisha is still half asleep. Her voice is course like she has been screaming all night.

I smell my arm and my armpit, I don't stink but I reek of liquor and weed. Shit. I need to shower.

"He says he will be here in 15 minutes." Trisha speaks through my room door. As I start pulling off my clothes like a maniac, the zipper from my sweater gets stuck in my hair and as I am dragging it off, it twists into a knot.