Poison Ivy

Ivy 17

Chris POV:

"Thing is, I don't understand why you pushed all of us away. I mean we are your bro's and I know you hurting, but we all wanna be here for you. Now you fucking with London? Really nigga?"

He sighs and takes a sip from his red cup. "I just wanna be alone. Why y'all always wanna be with a nigga? We ain't dating."

I jerk my head back. Wassup with this nigga? "Shit, I know you going through the most right now, but you don't need to talk to a nigga like you talking to some bitch off the street. I'm trynna be there for you as your fr-"

He pulls out his phone. "I ain't ask you to be here. The only thing I wanted from you was to stop Red from doing what he did to Rita."

I frown. I chuckle, shaking my head. "Nigga, I wasn't there. Do you think I would have allowed him to do that? At least talk to Rizzy. He needs you. He is going through the same shit as you. Je is the one who stopped Red."

"Listen here, Rizzy made his bed, he should lie in it. His girl left him because he wanted to kill Rita and before you say I'm the one who sent him to kidnap Rita, no, I'm not. So yes, he made his bed and his lying on it. I also made my bed and I'm lying on it. I allowed her to be kept there, therefore leading to her death, when all she was doing was risking her life for everyone."

I run my hand down my face. He is right about one thing, that girl was protecting us and we couldn't do the same. I sigh, looking down. She was one of the realest.

"Nigga that girl was only 25. 25." He chuckles and runs his hand over his curls. "You know, when my brother said that, here in NOLA, we don't make it past 25, I took it to heart, It was something I knew existed, something I believed, I think to a point were it was like, something I lived by. When I passed 25 and I hit 26, I thought maybe it was his time or maybe it is the life style he lived, the life style that we live, but when Rita died at that age and the fact that she worked so hard to make it out... that shit hit me hard man, that no matter what, no matter if you go to school and get a degree or masters, you die man, at a young age. I used to listen to her, tell me there's to life outside this NOLA shit and I'd laugh at her. She tried living that life and getting out of NOLA, but her being with me, caused her death, her knowing me. I open up my heart and the girl I love dies, because of me."

I shake my head, stopping him. "August, no. Listen to me, this isn't your fault-"

My phone cuts me off. I sigh and pull it out. "Hold on." I hold my finger up. I look at the screen and it's Red. I frown and look at Aug. I get up, leaving the room to answer it.

Phone conversation starts

Me:" what nigga?"

I whisper.

Red:" damn nigga. Dat's how you do your niggas na?"

I suck my teeth.

Red:" and why the hell are you whispering?"

Me:" because, I don't want that nigga to hear me talk to your ass."

Red:" who? Aug? What, that nigga don't want y'all talking to me?"

Me:" no, he don't care. I just don't want him to hear me talking to your ass in his house."

Red:" so, what? Ya'll afraid of him now?"

I sigh, hitting my forehead.

Me:" why you keep saying 'y'all, y'all, y'all'?- you know what, never mind. What do you want?"

Red:" nigga, Rita ain't dead."

I start laughing. This nigga is definitely high. I look behind me and there's no one.

Me:" ok, you high. I was there and I saw the casket go down. I was even on of the guys carrying the casket, so I don't know why you would joke about something like this. Shit nigga, Aug is hurt over this shit and you-"

Red:" nigga you think I'm joking? I wish I was. I saw her. I've been in New York all this time and she was leaving Akasia Hospital."

Me:" nigga, maybe she is haunting you, for you know... what you did to her."

Red:" she isn't haun-"

Me:" ok, did she say something to you?"

He sighs.

Red:" no. I kept talking to her, asking her how she's still alive, but she said nothing. She was like a ghost, but she was there. I thought I was going crazy-"

Me:" you are going crazy-"

Red:" no. I asked my girl, she was with me. I asked her if she saw that girl too and she said yes. She even described her to me."

I sigh.

Me:" that's not possible though. She died in August's arms. I was there when he carried her out the car and I saw her lifeless body. Trey was in the car, he confirmed it too. Even the doctors man. Even Rose for goodness sake."

Red:" well she's alive. I'm trynna track her down, but it's like she's vanished into thin air."

Me:" well maybe that's a sign. If she is alive, leave her nigga. She probably vanished because she saw your ass."

Red:" maybe. Listen, I'll call you sometime."

Me:" ight nigga. We'll talk soon."

Phone conversation ends

I walk back in the living room. I look around and Aug ain't here. Aaliyah smiles when she sees me. I smirk at her.

"Uncle Chris. It's so good to see you."

I pick her up and we walk in the kitchen. "Its good to see you too. I missed you so much." I kiss her forehead. She smiles. "I missed you too. You don't come see me anymore, none of you guys do. Y'all used to come see me every week."

I sigh and take out two bowls. "You hungry?" I ask her. This girl talks a lot and she's too clever. She nods. "Yes. Uncle?"

I pour the cereal in the two bowls. I look at her. "Yes, love?"

"Why is daddy always sad and mopping around? He never spends time with me anymore. Now, Rita isn't visiting me anymore. It's like she's disappeared again and she promised me that she wasn't leaving."

I sigh, not knowing what to say.

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Just a Chris POV. Hope it was good. Chris thinks Red is crazy. What would you think if your friend told you what Red told Chris?

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