Shot For Me || August Alsina

Chapter 15- Answers

Jordan POV
"I want answers, Payton." I say, after she'd been quiet for far too long. I began playing one of the voice memos someone sent me.
August 22, 2014
"Okay, Okay!" yelled Payton. "I'll help you kill her." Malachiae, a drug dealer rubbed his hands together. "Great. I knew you'd come to your senses Perfectly." Payton rolls her eyes, "I told you not to call me that bullshit." Malachiae began unbuttoning Payton's pants forcing himself into her. "What bitch?" Malachiae screams thrusting harder, pounding her shit. Payton screams, as she begins bleeding. She had been raped.
I wince at the sound of my former friend being molested and hurt. "He made me." Payton said. I give her a confused look, as does Ty. "Made you what?" Ty asked, pissed. Payton speaks in a small voice, indicating she was scared. "He told me that if I didn't hurt, or better yet, kill Jordan, he would murder me, Jordan, Honey, and Heather with no hesitation. I couldn't let him hurt my friends." I nod, in understanding. "How are you alive? I killed you." Heather says, appearing from behind a different booth with Trell in tow. Payton chuckles lightly. "That was actually hard to pull off. Malachiae had made me a bulletproof vest, with fake blood packets inside it. It was under my clothes. When you killed me, or so you thought, you actually just burst the packets of blood. I played dead for almost an hour while y'all tried to figure out what to do. If you would have looked at me for a while you would have seen my chest slowly rising and falling." Payton says simply. I process all this new information in my mind. "How can we trust you?" Trell says. "How do we know you not working with that nigga Milkshake or whatever his name is?" Payton shrugs. "Its Malachiae. And I don't know. Through my actions. You can't believe everything at the word of mouth, ya know?" Trell nods. "Sho nuff." Trell daps Payton up and my phone rings. "When the streets is all you know, its hard to tell who's a friend or foe, all I need is a beautiful girl so me and her can fuck the word." August's voice ring out. I look down and see that the jailhouse is calling. I answer and put the phone on speaker. "This is a call from August Alsina." the automated voice rings out, "Press one to accept the call. Press two to decline." I press one. "Baby?" August says. "One, I'm not your baby, two, yes love?" "I need you and Trell to come visit tomorrow. Only you and Trell. And when you leave from wherever you at, swing by my crib and get the money out the dummy speaker." He states calmly. "Okay baby boy. I got you." I nod. "I love you Bonnie. Don't forget that." Damn, he remembers that? "I love you too, Clyde." I smile. The line goes dead. I walk out Starbucks and run into the one and only, Kehlani. *MULTIMEDIA* I have a mini spazz attack. "Y-You're Kehlani." She smiles warmly. "Yes, I am." She hands me a band of cash that has to be at least 25K. "August told me to give this to you. Its for his bail." She hugs me and gives me her number. "If you need anything, you can call me. You in safe hands, love." The pieces finally click in my head. "You one of Royalty, aren't you?" Royalty is the gang Heather and Honey started a while back. She nods. "Tsunami, in the flesh. But, look, I have to go. Bye love." She takes off down the street. Trell had picked up his car, I'm guessing when he dragged Heather outside. I look at the time. "Damn," I mumble. It's already 10:30pm. I go home, and settle into bed. It's gonna be a long ass day tomorrow.