“No.”
“He got stabbed.”
Her expression didn’t change.
“He asked me to come by here and make sure that you and his children were safe.”
Lakeda stood up. “We’re fine, so you can go.”
“It ain’t that simple, Lakeda. The people that stabbed Miles might come after you and the kids. So what I need for you to do is pack up some stuff for you and the kids and come with me.”
Lakeda looked at me and sat down. “Miles got stabbed over something you did. That’s it, isn’t it? What did you do?”
“You don’t need to know all that. What you need to do is pack up your shit so I can take you someplace where y’all will be safe.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you, Rain,” Lakeda said, and I looked at this bitch like she was stupid. I started to pull my gun and say oh yes you are, but I took a deep breath.
“People might be on their way here right now to kill you and your kids. So for once in your life, you need to act like you got some sense and realize that I am all you got.”
Lakeda sat back in her chair and gave me a fuck-you-bitch look. Then she got up and started getting stuff together. Once I made sure that they were someplace safe, I went to shut this shit down before it went any further.
Mike Black
Nick was talking to me, but I wasn’t listening. I knew where he was taking me and the only thing on my mind, was what I was about to do. It had been a long time, but I was having the dream again. I was dreaming about the night that I found Cassandra dead.
When it first happened, I used to have the dream all the time. It would always be different, but it would always end the same way. No matter what I did, Bart would always kill her and I would wake up in a cold sweat.
“Black, are you listening to me?” Nick asked.
I didn’t answer him. When he put the car in park, I got out, took out my gun, and walked toward the house.
“What’s wrong?” Nick shouted and got out of the car. “You want me to come with you?”
“No! Get out of here!” I shouted and unlocked the front door, turned off the alarm, and stepped inside.
“Cassandra,” I called out; but as usual, there was no answer. I went into the living room and the television was tuned to the local news on CBS, just like it was that night. That night, I called out for her again and she didn’t answer. The remote was on the couch, so I picked it up and turned off the TV. I remember thinking that night, where the hell is she? I dropped the remote on the couch and headed upstairs, thinking that it was funny that she would have gone out just that fast. Maybe she’s hidin’