Quavo's Trip To Cuba

Promise Me

Quavo

"How many times I gotta tell y'all niggas? I ain't do shit & I don't know shit."

"Quavious, you're only making this harder on yourself. We know you were there and we know you and Mr. Brewster weren't on good terms."

"So what nigga?" I spat.

"So we have the proof..."

"Y'all don't got shit!"

The detective stared me down before taking a seat across from me at the table. I squinted my eyes as the light from above beamed on us. He opened a Manila folder then looked back at me.

"Why did you and Mr. Brewster get into the fight inside of that New York club last year?" He asked.

I sat back into my chair & folded my arms without saying anything.

"Oh, you have nothing else left to say tough guy?"

"Nah, not until my lawyer get here."

He nodded before standing, grabbing his things, and heading for the door. Once he reached it he stopped and turned back to me.

"You have a daughter, right? You really want her to grow up without a dad, while you rot in jail?" He asked. I stared him down without saying anything, and he shook his head before exiting. I smacked he lips at him, before placing my head in my hands.
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Cuba

I held my phone up to my ear as I drove down the highway. I've been calling Honduras all day but he hasn't answered. Not like I'm not used to him not answering my calls, but this time it was different. He was starting to break that habit but now he's falling right back into it. After concluding that he wouldn't answer me, I called my mom. I dialed her number then placed the phone back to my ear. I looked in my rear view mirror seeing that Indya was still sleep.

"Hello?" I heard her on the other end.

"Where's Duras?"

"Well hello to you too daughter." She said sarcastically.

"I ain't call to make small talk, where is my brother?"

"He isn't here Cuba."

"Why not? Where is he?"

"I don't know."

"You don't kn-" I stopped and took a deep breath before continuing to talk. "Shelley, how in the fuck do you not know where your own son is?" I could feel my face burning and my leg wanting to shake. Everything in me just wanted to explode.

"Listen, I been trying to hold my fucking tongue with you, but Honduras should've stayed down here with us. I don't know why you came down here trying to act like you wanted to do right by us. With all this shit going on I feel like I'm gonna lose my fucking mind. I was beaten up by a man, Qua is in jail and now my little brother is fucking missing!" I yelled as tears swelled in my eyes.

"So Ima ask you one more time & if I don't get an answer that I wanna hear then somebody is gonna get it. Where is my fucking brother?" I yelled into the phone. A tear left my eye and fell onto the steering wheel.