Growing Up Together(EDITING*)

Chapter 29

[T O N Y]

"Man Tony you sure you wanna do this shit ? Killing somebody is a big ass weight on your conscience.." Truth be told I wasn't trying to hear nothing Chris was saying to me. I wanted who ever did this murdered. Fucking ripped to shreds. I wasn't sure if I would find the people that obviously raped her, but I know I would find whoever beat her. I swear to god I would.

"I don't care Chris. My damn wife in the hospital in a fucking coma...I don't even know if she'll make it out man." Chris sighed and nodded as we pulled up to the house I found Carmen at. "Damn this a Big ass house.." Chris mumbled as he got out of the car and repositioned his gun on his hip.

I didn't waste anytime in going to the room where I found her. "Ima search around for shit in here, you look down stairs." He nodded and ran back down stairs, and I looked around the room, moving shit and throwing stuff angrily.

"Ima find who did this to you baby..I promise.." I looked around the room and widened my eyes as I seen the familiar green scrunchie Carmen tied her hair up in. I grabbed it up and squeezed it in my hands before shoving it in my pocket and opening all of the drawers.

"AYE TONY COME DOWN HERE MAN !" I stopped what I was doing and ran downstairs, staring at Chris who was holding up a brown Louie's Vuitton purse. I tried to search through my memories to see why that bag looked so familiar, but I couldn't come up with anything. So I just shook my head and stared at Chris like he was stupid. "Nigga what the fuck we gone do with some bitch purse ?" Chris rolled his eyes and tossed it to me.

"Bitch open the bag and see if it gotta id or some shit in it. Do you know anything bout being a detective nigga ?" He chuckled slightly and I laughed too as I opened the bag and searched around for a wallet.

There were all kinds of lipsticks, eyeliners and other types of make up along with a cell phone. I tried turning it on, but it was dead. I figured I could charge it with one of my chargers at home, so I slid it in my pocket. I couldn't help but notice the case around it seemed familiar too..But this purse couldn't belong to who I thought it did, cause she was back in Atlanta and we left that life behind.

I finally came upon a brown and pink wallet with the letter S written in cursive across the front. I stared at it for a long time, debating against opening it and finding out some shit that was gone send me into a killing spree, so I tried to calm down.

"Nigga open the wallet, we ain't got time to be fucking around. We ain't even suppose to be here." Chris mumbled and lightly tapped his knuckles against my forehead. "Okay Chris damn, a nigga just tryna chill." He rolled his eyes and straightfaced me, pointing to the wallet. "We ain't got time to chill. OPEN THE DAMN SHIT !"

I took a deep breath and opened the wallet, seeing various bank cards along with gift cards and a few dollar bills. I carefully pulled out what looked like a drivers license. Before I even looked at the name, which was the most needed thing, I stared at picture.

And could you guess who the fuck was smiling all innocent in the picture like they didn't just put my wife in a coma ?

Sherry De'Anna Anderson. 

I flung the wallet against the wall and slipped her drivers license in my back pocket. "I found out who the fuck we looking for."

With that, me and Chris left without saying a word to Eachother.

[ S H E R R Y ]

I glanced at my watch nervously several times as I drove down the long road. Time was escaping me, and I needed to catch a flight back to Atlanta as soon as possible. I knew by now that Tony had surely found Carmen's hoe ass body and was on a mission to find me, and his father. A satisfied smirk crawled onto my lips when I thought about Carmen's lifeless and broken body laying on the floor. I'm sure that I hit her enough times with so much power that she died.

Now she can rest in hell with that ugly ass baby too. I chuckled to myself again and smiled in relief when the airport started to come into view. I reached over to the passenger seat to grab my purse and the suitcase I packed, but frowned when I seen that only my black suitcase rested in the seat.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned to look in the backseats and on the floors of the cars, but didn't see my purse anywhere. I forced myself to be calm and got out of the car, popping the trunk open and searching to see if I dropped my purse in there, but again I came up empty handed. What the fuck did I do with my damn purs-

Wait.."Shit !" I widened my eyes in horror as I realized I dropped my purse on the living room floor when I left because I had to carry the bleach and pinesol. "Fuck, I gotta get the hell out of Michigan now." I quickly pulled my shit out the car and left the keys with the driver so he could drive it back to the dealer I rented it from. I could almost taste the homerun.

I ran into the terminal, ready to be transferred into the plane and on my way back to my home town. Just as I was called to transfer, someone stopped me.

He was light with curly hair and blinding white teeth. Tattoos crawled down his arms and you could easily see one across his chest because of the simple white tank top he was wearing. His eyes looked innocent, and I completely forgot about my destination as I let him stop me. Damn was he gorgeous.

"Hey Ma, I just needed to ask you something. You're the only person who let me stop them." I smiled and nodded, putting my suitcase down by the chair. "I have a few minutes to spare before my plane leaves..so what's up ?" He smiled back and grabbed my hand as he led me out the terminal and back outside. "I'm sorry..it's a little personal, didn't want everybody hearing." I nodded and patiently waited for him to explain what it is that he needed.

Before I knew it, he was smirking at me and shaking his head. "Man, I feel bad for what's about to happen to you. You really are a dumb ass bitch to let somebody lead you out of a terminal and delay your flight which leaves in 10 minutes. But I appreciate you being dumb, just make my job easier Ma."

He quickly held a black cloth to my mouth and nose and I made a bad mistake to inhale. The cloth was laced with chlorine gas and some other substance, and I felt my eyes close as I fell back, never feeling the hard concrete underneath me.

The last thing I heard before I fell unconscious was the sound of an engine revving and pulling off.

What the hell is going on ?

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