It was 4 in the morning when my phone started ringing, startling me out of my sleep. I fumbled around knocking stuff down on the nightstand, trying to reach for my phone with my eyes closed. I finally found it and I looked at the number that brightly lighting up my screen with a number I didn't recognize, but I went ahead and hit answer because some shit must have went down for a person to call me this late. This is somebody done died hours.
"Hello." I groggily spoke into the phone.
"You have a collect call from "Dave" at the Metropolitan Correctional Center. If you wish to expect please press one now. If you wish to decline please...." I heard the operator speak into my phone, causing me to sit up in the bed on high alert. Immediately I pressed one.
"Dave what the hell is going on! Why are you calling me from jail?" I questioned as soon as the operator connected us. It was silent for a moment, then a deep sigh before he actually spoke.
"I'm in some deep shit Sani."
"Okay...and what does that have to do with me? You broke up with me. Remember? Told me if I ever showed my face again in Harlem I was dead on sight so I up and moved my ass as far away from you as possible. I didn't want no trouble, yet here you are on my phone."
It was true the day Dave and I broke up my friend Sunny was there to pick me up. It was all apart of the plan. I knew once word got around that I was messing with Jayceon that Dave wasn't going to be with that shit so I hit Sunny up before I even got home and told her the deal cause I knew I was going to need a ride once shit went down. As far as Dave not knowing what he had in store for him I stole half a million from him before I rolled out of town. How did I get away with that?
I pre packed my bags while he was out of town on business...one of those suitcases I was struggling with didn't have clothes in it. Dave was too pissed at the time about the whole Jayceon ordeal to think of anything else, but I knew it was going to be too long before he figured shit out that's why I hopped my ass on the first bus out of New York and rode it as far as it would take me and I made my way to North Carolina. Not my ideal place, but it was far enough from him. I know everybody thinks I'm crazy for taking that money from him knowing he could cause me bodily harm, but the way I saw it was I deserved that money for all the pain and suffering he put me through over the past 11 years.
"You don't want no trouble? If you didn't want no trouble why'd you steal my money?" He asked with venom laced in his voice. Shouldn't have left the safe combination with a woman you fucked over.
"Our money! It was our money Dave! I helped you get a lot of that shit or did you forget? And I figured you wouldn't miss it too much you still have plenty left. I didn't clean you out too bad."
"It's the principle of it all Saniya!" He voice blared through my phone, but then he took a deep breath I guess to calm down, "Look...I didn't call about all that...I called because I need your help."
"Oh isn't this priceless? Big bad Dave East needs my help. Little ole me? What could I ever do to help you?" I spoke sarcastically
"Niya I'm serious! You're the only one has the information to my safe, my lawyer, all my legal documents. I need you to call my lawyer and I need you to bail me out."
"And if I say no?" What I need to help him for? He put me out. He cheated on me. He made me feel like I was worthless and now I'm supposed to come running back? I don't think so.
"You have 90 seconds." The operator cut in.
"You're in North Carolina right. Bug outside your place right now. I know where you are at all times Saniya. So bring your ass here before I have to put hands on you from where I am. You're already in deep shit don't make it harder for yourself." And with that the phone call ended.
