Retributed

Chapter 32

Retributed: Chapter 32

~Breezy P.O.V.~

Nothing felt right anymore.

Right now I was at the house sitting with Trey. I told Arlie and Tilly Beans I'd watch him while they were at the trap with Varo, Ginot and Sweets trying to see what they could do about the trap. It was well into the late evening and he didn't even as much as stir in his sleep. His chest would move up and down real slow and steady so at least he was alive but he just wouldn't move. I wanted to check out his house and car soon as Arlie gets back because I want to know what he was messing with. Alcohol and weed don't do this to him, they don't make him go all psycho and try to kill family, that's just not Trey.

...it was exactly that. That person I saw at the trap just wasn't Trey. Physically it was but I refuse to believe Trey of all people would do this on a sane mind. For fucks sake he has a "Family Over Everything" tattoo on the back of his neck- I'm getting worked up over something that really doesn't need to be worked up over.

"Trey?" I called out sympathetically to him. Something no one seemed to do prior. "C'mon nigga, you need to wake up." I continued to say as I nudged his leg. "It ain't good for you to sleep this long, especially without moving or anything to drink." I shook his leg harder, nearly making the couch shake with him but this fool might as well have "K - O" painted on his eyelids like in the cartoons I used to stay watching on Saturday mornings when I was a kid.

I continued to be a pest to him, shaking various parts of his body, yelling loudly into his ear and finally I just decided to pinch his nose and cover his mouth to see if depriving him of his oxygen would get him to wake up. Pressing my hand on his mouth and pinching his nose hard, I waited patiently. He steadily began to stir, clearly agitated till his eyes shot open. Bloodshot far worse than I'd ever seen, it was almost like as if he had gotten the whites of his eyes tattooed red. I let go of his nose and mouth, helping him sit up as he coughed trying to catch his breath.

"Trey?" I questioned and he looked back up at me. Dark circles around his eyes along with a few cuts that Lolo managed to clean up nicely. His gaze was confused, struggling to keep eye contact with me but I reached out to give my nigga a hug. Despite what he did, he's still my brother and right now he needs family at his side more than anything. "You good?"

"Nah." His voice strained and nearly gone. "I'm thirsty." He continued to say and I nodded. Motioning him to wait, I wandered off to the kitchen and grabbed a tall glass out of the cabinet above me. Filling it a quarter of the way with ice and the rest with water, I brought the glass to him. Where he drank like he hadn't had a sip in days. "Thank you." His raspy voice muttered out. "Where am I?"

"We're at Arlie's place for now." He gave a slow nod in understanding. "Do you remember anything that happened yesterday?" He finished his glass in no time, sitting upright with his feet now on the floor as he set the glass down on the coffee table in front of him. He sat there for a few moments, taking his hands to the back of his neck where he rubbed, clearly in thought but nothing came out of his mouth for a brief moment.

"I can't say that I do. I don't remember anything of yesterday. Why?" He finally spoke. Eyes that remained in pure confusion, staring back at me leaving me to feel caught in the middle. One part of me feels I should tell him what went down but the other part says to wait till he's completely fine from whatever he took. He seemed fine, just groggy and confused but I don't know how much of what I would tell him he would be able to understand.

"There was a bit of a situation that went down but I don't know all the details yet." I'll leave it at that. "When I hear from someone I'll let you know about it. I was just told shit went down." Brief. It was the best thing to tell him for now till he could come back to his senses.