Run

REDRUM

Sina

After leaving Devin's house the only thing that played on my mind heavy was what I read in them text messages. The fact that she had a conversation on the phone with him before I spoke to him. That shit was fucking with me. So much shit was embedded in my head. That shit wasn't a coincidence because the last conversation they had through text was months ago and she just so happened to hit him up out the blue not too long before.

I bit my bottom lip as I drove along the quiet streets of the Nola. With my focus on the road ahead of me my mind ran rapidly and I physically felt myself going insane. I felt the pain, the anger, the rage inch higher and higher. I was irate and with that I felt myself heating up. I felt tears forming but nothing dispersed. I blinked a few times as my vision turned red. I was literally seeing this shit in plain sight and it was scaring the fuck out of me.

Never been scared of shit but right now something clicked and I knew I was spiraling. I felt that shit and someone's going to feel this shit. With my eyes focused on the road, I continued trying to blink away this new vision but shit wasn't letting up. The only thing on my mind was murder. Death. Hate. I was on one and with that I felt myself began to subtly shake as if I had hypertension.

After a while of riding around with the most fucked up intrusive thoughts, I pulled up to the familiar yellow and red building. I parked right out front and turned off my car.

Gazing down at both my hands, they shook frantically and I knew a demon was showing face. Placing my hands on my thighs, I took a deep breath before opening my car door.

Stepping out I gazed at my surroundings before building up the courage to gaze at the building before me. Walking around my car, I walked closer to the building and with that I looked down in the very spot my yung laid lifeless. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and with that I bit my lip and was about to turn around and leave but I couldn't.

Swallowing down anything that played on my mind telling me to turn around, I walked to the front door and opened the door of Wing Snack and walked in.

With the cool air from the air conditioner circulating throughout the room, I walked over to the counter. The owner Tedrick who was also a deacon at our family church stood there and spoke. "What's going on Aug, haven't seen you around here in a while. How you've been holding up?", he continued in regards of what happened.

With the faint sound of "Happy Feelins" by Frankie Beverly and Maze playing, I heard faint conversions coming from the kitchen.

Placing my hands in my pant pockets, I gazed at him and I spoke. "I ain't even gonna fake like I came in here for some wings or to shoot the shit, ya heard me", I said before continuing. "You know what I came to ask you", I said and with that he began shaking his head.

I knew my face was flushed red and my eyes had to be bloodshot. I just knew the shit. "I know you been tryin ya best to keep ya business afloat after that shit that went down but you know me. You knew me since I was a little ass kid man, I just need you to show me the video man. I just need to know who...", I said before I stopped talking, trying my best not to breakdown like some punk ass bitch. "Ted, Devin was my best friend. I just need to know who took my nigga out man. We were into it and we just made up and I heard everything.", I said as as I tucked my bottom lip underneath my teeth and turned around slightly to blink away any threatening tears without him witnessing the shit.