Caught Up

Appalled

Aaron's POV*

Brains sent the location of the accident while I was driving.

I'm now at the scene, people are crowded around the car that is flipped over, the light post is broken and there is no police, no ambulance.

I'm assuming they are on their way.

I walk to the car, blood is everywhere.

I kneel on the ground, to look through the window.

Jah jah yute...

Her neck is broken and the right side of her face is chopped open.

Mi cyah stay yasso too long.

Rest in peace.

I get up and I make my way to the car before dialing Nine's number.

"Mi know" He answers, his tone is gloomy

"Jah know" I mumble

"She dead?" He asks

Dead yuh fuck.

"Yeah. Me a wait pon the police dem fi fawud before me leave" I tell him and I can hear him snuffling

"Condolences mi bredda" I tell him and the call goes silent before he hangs up.

I send a message to Brains.
*Wah yuh get?*

The phone in the glove compartment rings and I mentally groan.

Mi cyah ketch a bomboclaat break.

I press it at my ear.

"Leave the scene now"

"The story sound sketchy. Paige say a when she leave your house the car start follow. Wah dem a do a your house? How dem know say a your house she deh?" Brains says and I exhale before flooring the gas

"Double your security numbers...Dale will be there in the morning to upgrade the security system." He adds

"So yuh know a who?" I ask

"No. But leave dat to me...I'll send you any information that I get" He says and I exhale before hanging up.

I cannot fathom the reason why I'm torturing myself, imagining if they were ready and Kenya  was in the car.

I clench my jaw before gripping the steering wheel.

I don't know who it is for sure....I have an idea but I can't go around killing unnecessarily.

I need to be sure.

I don't know how many of them.

I cannot estimate their next move.

Bomboclaat.

In less than 5 minutes...I arrive at the house.

Kenya meets me at the door but I don't acknowledge her.

"Paige alright?"

If I tell her she'll start crying and I'd have to leave everything to comfort her and mi cyah...

Cyah deal wid dat right now.

I go into my office and I spin the lock before sitting around my computer.

Wah the fuck me a go do?

I take the bourbon from my drawer and I pour a glass.

In a real life.

Wah the fuck me a go do?

I know there's really nothing I can do until I get some information from Brains in the morning but mi cya sleep with this pon me mind.