Don't Let Go (part 2)

The Resurrection of Rell

Zay P.O.V

"I'm sorry bro, there's no one by that name and discription." I couldn't believe what one of my soilders was telling me right now. "And there never was, Melanie Corillo never died because she was never born, I mean if I ain't see her with my own two eyes I would think shes'a figure of your imagination." Every word he was saying was hitting me like a motherfucker right now. How can some girl just appear in my life, take my heart and disappear.

"Igh bro." I dapped him and dismissed him. I know two things. One, I was lied to, and two, I want answers an I'm not stopping til I get some.

Lady P.O.V.

"Wake up." a soft voice said and I jumped up to the cold steel gliding across my neck. A man stood there with familiar eyes.

"Who are you." I continued to study his eyes as I laid there threatened.

"The last person that you have on this earth."

"The last person I have on this earth would be myself, so again, who the fuck are you." I looked this man dead in his eyes to let him know I am not to be fucked with. He chuckled.

"Get the fuck up." He said and sat up with my eyes still locked with his because he gave a familiar feeling, almost like a reflection but I wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

"Your gonna work for me."

"Bullshit. I work for no one." He pulled his safety back and I swallowed.

"I see my sister has rubbed off on your little soul. But sweetheart what she forgot to teach you was to never be afraid of death. But your still young." He tucked his nine in his pants and stuck his hand out for a shake. "Rell."

I shook his hand finally piecing together who he was. "Lady." I responded looking at his hand then back to his face and instead of feeling rejected he just smiled at me as if I amused him. Its like he watched me watch him, calculate his words, and foresee to the depths of his intentions. Its also like he wasn't trying to hide it.

"This will be fun, but come, you have lots to learn youngin" he said and I nodded always accepting new information. He held his arm out to direct me before him and I got up to get dressed and felt his eyes glued to my body under my wife beater and boy shorts. I turned to catch his eye and ended up facing the wrong end of the gun. damn. Boom.

Zay P.O.V

I walked in my mothers house and the air seemed different, dry, empty, and cold. My mother was in her room just sitting on the bed looking at a picture of her and auntie Shay, I sat beside her and pulled her in. It pains me to see my mother in such pain, she has lost a lot over the years and Im gonna make sure I spend every minute dedicated to making her smile for the rest of the years.

"Im sorry baby." she said wiping her endless tears.

"You dont have nothing to be sorry about ma, its okay to hurt, its natural." I held her hand and kissed it which did what the goal was. Make her smile. Seeing my mother like this just keeps me focus on finding the mother fucker whose responsible for this pain.

I stopped in on Lialah, whose been staying with my mother since the whole thing happened. She was looking at the Tv but she wasn't watching it. Her eyes seemed like a old woman who lived a hard life and she hasn't even entered high school yet. I decided to leave her be, because peace is what she seems to need right now. As I was leaving my phone rang and when I answered all I got was a address and a dial tone. looking at my phone crazy my mind started a marathon. Who and what flashed across my mind but caution above all. I decided to see what this was about but not without a few niggas and guns of course.

I pulled up to what seemed to be a little diner. I searched around and saw my niggas parked and posted in various areas. "hope this aint no bullshit." I breathed to myself as I stepped out my benz and and began walking to the diner. As soon as I crossed the street the call came again to direct me to the dark green corolla parked on the side of the spot. I looked over and a female hopped out the whip with a orange envelope. I stood in place as she made her way over to me, looking around as if she was nervous so I looked around as well to maybe catch something her untrained eye didn't. nothing. She handed me the envelope without saying a word and just returned to her car. I watched as she pulled off in a hurry before getting back in my car.

I waited to get home before opening anything. I sat on my couch and seemed to of had a staring contest with this envelope before me. The lord said, seek and you shall find, and I been seeking for a whole lot so anything could come out this shit. I took a deep breath and opened the envelope to see a bunch of pictures inside. I pulled on out and flipped it back and forth confused as fuck. Till I began to study the girl in the pictures. "Melanie" I caught myself saying her name..... well her fake name.

As the more pictures I pulled out the more anxious I got. I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. The pictures of her got younger and younger till the final picture, the icing on the fucking cake. Me and Lady sleeping on each other in the back of my mothers car. I still remember that day. Fuck, why couldn't I recognize her? Why did she lie? In that moment all the answers to my questions came pouring down, dawning on me. This fucking bitch, ever since she entered my life death has been non stop. Now I really need to find her.