Guns & Roses || (August Alsina)

82.

Carina

I had felt stupefied for the last couple of days not knowing what to do with myself. It was like everyone was nasty with me.
I kept messing up.

I didn't think it was fair.
How did I deserve this?

I just wanted to stay out of the mix and do me but clearly, that wasn't my planned path.

Curled up in my bed I watched the tv screen rubbing my fingers through Blu's neat hair. My mother had got it dyed and groomed for me. He looked like a bougie king.

The day Quin fled the hospital he obviously left me as well— very much expected. Carter surely wasn't gonna take me home so that let my mother. She drove me up to her house to talk and get Blu finally. 

She didn't seem too displeased in my pregnancy... I was just glad she didn't hate me also. She was the last person on earth I needed to be mad at me right now too.

Hearing my doorbell, Blu went crazy jumping off the bed. He raced down the hall barking. I groaned then got up to grab my robe. Slipping it on I shoved my feet into my slipper socks going downstairs.

"Okay Blu" I said since he kept growling down the stairs.

He was still afraid to go down them. Picking him up I locked him in my room then proceeded to the door.

Standing on my tippy toes I looked through my peephole. My brows ceased as I eyed the older white man outside my home. Jumping back as he knocked this time I grabbed my phone.

"Hi. Who is it?" I said with my ear pressed against it.

I typed on my screen texting my dad since my boyfriend wouldn't talk to me.

I had never seen this man a day in my life and it was weird for him to be standing outside my door like this.

"Good afternoon. I'm officer West." He lifted his badge.
"I just wanna ask you a few questions"

"About what?" I stood higher to see his full attire.

"Ma'am it's about a murder"

Alarmed I opened the door.
"A murder? Who? When?" I questioned as he turned to me since he had been standing sideways.

"I would rather sit and hold this conversation" He requested.

"Uh— okay" I said stepping aside.

With his eyes shifting, I assumed, he was waiting for me to tell him where to go.
"Oh you can sit right there" I pointed to my plush sofa.

Walking around it he took a seat as I did on the other. Making sure my robe was closed tight I was glad I had a shirt and sweats on under this.

"Are you familiar with a De'Andre Javension?" He spoke.

"No" I shook my head.
"What does he have to do with me?"

"A little while ago he was found murdered in Crenshaw. You might have seen it on the news. They were talking about it for a conservative of days"

"Oh— wow" I said.
"I did see that on the news. I have no idea who he is."

"Hmm okay. You may not know him but what about a Dylan Thompson" He interrogated.

Confused I eyed him as he eyed me.

"Why" I said blatantly, I wasn't stupid and I saw what he was doing.

"From our records you both have the same last name, I just want to ask you some questions"