The Urban Daily

Chapter 17

Chasity

"Again, I'm so sorry Aunt Reema. I wasn't expecting any of that to happen."

I held the phone in between my shoulder and ear, reaching on the top of the fridge to grab a box of cereal. Going in the fridge, I pulled out the gallon of milk and continued listening to my Aunt go on and on about the drive-by that happened two days ago.

She called me early this morning just to tell me that she was still shaken up. It was just like her to over exaggerate situations like these and honestly, I should've saw this phone call coming.

"I know sweetie, I know it wasn't your fault. I just can't help but to think that I was so close to dying, you know?"

"Yeah, I understand, hopefully things will get better for you."

"I hope so Chas." She sighed. "As much as I love the Lord, I don't think I'm ready to meet him at the gates of Heaven just yet." I could just imagine her shaking her head. "No, ma'am. It's way too early for that."

Grabbing the cereal and milk off the counter, I walked to the kitchen table and satchel stuff down, inwardly rolling my eyes at how dramatic this lady was acting. I understood how terrifying the situation was, but did she really have to be so over the top? And it wasn't like she was even close to dying, she was in the bathroom when all the chaos broke out and like an idiot, she just decided to run out and jump in the middle of it, putting her own self at risk of getting shot.

Who in their right mind would do something like that? Run into a pool of chaos with bullets flying in every direction with the possibility of getting yourself hurt?

"Well hopefully things will get better for you, alright? Just call me if you need anything else Aunt Reema."

"Alright Chasity, you have a great day honey."

"You too now, bye." Ending the phone call, I realized that we had been talking for well over 30 minutes.

"Never again." I mumbled to myself, pouring some cereal and milk into the bowl. Being the first one awake in the house, I had hoped to enjoy a little bit of peace and quiet before I got started on today's plans, but thanks to Aunt Reema calling with her exaggerations, my hopes were crushed on site.

Just like I had promised Pops, I was going down to the city prison to see Tyree. I had scheduled a visit for early this morning, seeing as that in the afternoon, the rest of my day was booked to capacity. His only visit days were on Mondays so that was also a plus.

Later on in the day, I had another interview with Eliza and Tyler (which was only a continuation of the first one) after the jail visit, we had to take a tour of pretty much the entire town for the documentary, to shoot some scenes and document my favorites places and people that were here and then I had to head back home to edit this month's issue of the magazine before sending off the finalized version.

I shifted comfortably in my seat and started eating, getting a head start on some of the workload I had. With my laptop perched in front of me, I went through the Urbanista, the fashion column of the magazine and started editing through it, looking out for any spelling and punctuation errors that were present.

I was halfway through editing the article when Zeke entered the kitchen, yawning up a storm. It had to been about fifteen minutes until nine. Walking right past me, he went to the cupboard and took down a plate, ignoring me as if I wasn't present in the room.

Ever since the party, he's been ignoring me and to be honest, I couldn't figure out why. One half of me hinted at the reason he was mad was because of how 'slick' I acted towards Kali at the party, but there was no particular reason as to why he was acting like this towards me.