Bloodstream

I've been sitting here for ages, ripping out the pages.

“did you go home with Bo last night?” my phone buzzed, waking me from my daze. I did go home with Bo last night, but this wasn’t an unusual thing.

I picked up my phone and dialed Tori’s number, the dial tone rang,

“hello?”

“hey, how did you know I went home with Bo last night?”

“Megan was there with her boyfriend and she said she say you and Bo walk out, holding hands”

“oh, well yeah I did go home with him but nothing happened, stuff went down last night, are you free today?” I pulled on my pants and began to walk out to the kitchen, where Bo stood making breakfast, I flashed him a smile,

“sure am! Usual place for lunch?” Tori asked,

“yeah, I’ll texted you the details, cya” I hung up the phone and stuffed it in my bra

“sleep well?” Bo asked,

“really well actually, how about you?”

“eh, it was fine, little rough, do you plan on staying long?”

“depends, I have lunch with tori later on, so just whenever, is that cool with you?”

“I’ve just go out and run a few errands, feel free to stay here, just make sure you lock up before you leave, yeah?”

“sure” I gave him a little wave before he grabbed his keys and left, I decided to look around his apartment, I walked into his bedroom and put my phone on charge.

I looked at the pictures on his night stand, there was a photo of us on New Year’s Eve, he kissed me that night, we still don’t talk about that. I smiled and continued to look at the pictures of him and his mothers, him and his niece.

He still keeps a lot of the things I give him, when we first began to become good friends I gave his a silly bracelet,  its sat on his nightstand, that’s weird; he usually wears it. I fell down on to his bed and stared at the ceiling for a while, I spun onto my side and something strange. I slowly approached the item, it was exactly what I thought; a gun. Why does Bo own a gun? I backed away from it, I continued to search, I was curious.

I walked into his walk in robe and looked around, I seen a big black bag, I didn’t want to open it. When I did it was spilt down the middle, one side was full of cash, hundred dollar bill stacks. The other side was bags and bags of cocaine. I didn’t believe it, I couldn’t. Drug Trafficking. My best friend was a drug trafficker.

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It had been a few weeks since I discovered his secret, everything was like normal, we went to work, sometimes we left together, and sometimes we didn’t. I’m sat on my bed, his contact brought on my phone.

One ring

Two rings

Three….

“I need to talk to you..”