Faith (THIRD BOOK TO GRINDING W/ YOU)

23.

Yn August

Me and Rayan walked inside of the prison, I was nervous and my palms were sweaty. I honestly was excited to see Chres, but for some reason I'm not anymore. Knowing the last time we spoke to eachother was'nt the best.

We signed in and went into the vistors room. The first person I saw was Craig. He was looking around as if he was waiting for a visit.

I put my head down and tried to walk pass him but he stopped me."Yn!" He said happily. "Thank god you're here I-"

"I'm not here for you Craig." I said lowly.

He sighed. "Look, I know your probably upset about Bahja but-"

"Probably?" I scrunched my face. "I'm fucking heated! You must don't understand what you actually did. She's been unresponsive since the incident!"

"Okay and? You're not looking at it from a man's perspective." He paused. "My perspective even! Hell I'm pretty sure if you and Chres were in this type of situation he would've done the same damn thing and-"

"Yn!"

Me and Craig looked over and saw Chresanto. I wanted to bust out in tears, instead, I ran up to him and hugged him tightly.

He kissed me deeply and looked into my eyes. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." I blushed.

Chres put his arm around my shoulder and looked at Craig. "And by the way bro." He laughed. "I would'nt have done the same thing, I would never put my hands on a female."

Rayan Lopez

I sat at the table with Craig, he seemed so stressed.

"How is it in here?" I asked.

He sighed. "It's hell. Yeah, Chres is here but who cares. Were in here for two completely different reasons. When he leaves me in a week who am I gonna have?"

"Oh yeah." I said. "The courts talking about life in here."

He put his head down.

"Why man?" I whined. "Why did you do it? You know what dont even answer that. It was wrong what you did, period. I dont care what your excuse is, you know you were deadass wrong."

Before Prod could respond, my phone started ringing. I looked at the caller ID and scoffed. India? I pressed the end button and looked back at Craig.

"Even though I'm your bro no matter what, I'm still pissed at you." I started. "What happened to you being the uplifter? The positive one? The one who was a role model to all of us in highschool? Now you're just acting like an arrogant asshole." I stood up. "Get better and watch your temper man."

Shania Tate-Walls

I paced back and forth in the living room panicking, scratching my skin rash. People with an STD gets them atleast two times a month, in order to prevent it from happening, I have to take pills evey other day. Unfourtently I'm all out of pills.

I was shaking, I did'nt know what to do. Then I thought, Craig must gets the rashes to right? So maybe he has some pills in his house! And since he lives right next door, why not just get them and leave.

I walked out the house and next door. I took the spare key from under the mat and unlocked the door. The house was clean and it smelled heavenly somehow, I jogged upstairs into the guest room.

I remember Bahja telling me that Craig was sleeping there instead of the main bedroom. I opened the guest room door and it was neat too. I sat the spare key on the dresser along with my phone.

I started to scratch my arm while looking around. I looked in the drawers, under the bed, in the closet, I could'nt find anything. As soon as I was about to give up, I heard a voice.

"What are you doing?"

I jumped and turned around, nobody in sight- which was weird. I walked by the door and peeked my head out looking into the hallway.

"Over here babygirl."

I turned back around and saw nothing.

They sighed. "You're so stupid."

I looked around and saw black dust forming into a person. It was a caramel, skinny girl with long, curly hair. She was floating in the air.

"W-w-who are you?" I stuttered.

She scoffed. "Better question is who are you! Sneaking into my home!"

"Your home?" I folded my arms. "This is Bahja and Craig's house!"

"I live here too." She said floating by the bed. "You're invading my private space, what are you doing in my room?"

"This is Craig's room." I said back.

She shook her head. "Craig's room is down the hall. This is my room."

I scrunched my eyebrow. "I'm confused."

"I'm Bahja's friend." She explained. She stared at me for awhile while squinted her eyes. "Shania Tate-Walls? Single female that works at a boutique in the mall that's dealing with an medical problem?"

"How'd you know?"

"I'm a ghost." She chuckled. "I know everything."

"Well since you 'know everything' do you know where Craig keeps his pills for his skin rashes?" I asked.

She pointed out the room. "In the bathroom medicine cabinet."

I nodded. "Thanks uh..."

"Justice." She said quickly, she held out her hand and smiled. "I'm Justice."