Only The Begining *Completed*

8- Close Call

Karina POV

I didn't know what to do with myself at the moment. All of Dreux's friends left a few minutes ago, because I wasn't feeling good anymore. Now I was just laid up in the bed while Dreux and I watched reruns of Season two of Empire. I wasn't really in the mood for talking and I liked that Fizz didn't try to pry.

Although, he steals a glance at me every three seconds he doesn't say anything. I yawned sleepily, as I began to dose off.

Dreux POV

Careful not to wake KK up, I got out of our bed and went to the kitchen to get ready to cook. I could tell Karina wasn't feeling good and I just wanted to do something good for her. As I looked around I noticed we had nothing in the cabinets, refrigerator or pantry that was worthy enough to cook. I huffed in frustration as I drunk from my bottle of Pepsi. I sat my bottle down on the White Quartz Countertop by the sink and sat down on an island. I sat thinking about what my life would be like back in Delaware if I was still there.

Back when I was trying to get a come up— when nobody would listen to my music, I'd sell. Herione, cocaine, anything that would help me get some cash. Before my music career really took off, I was working minimum wage at the corner store on 63rd Street. That job didn't work though, I wanted the big bucks and now that I've got it, all I need is someone to spend these big bucks on.

I really am thankful for the things I have, because most niggas that wanted a come up got murdered or they in jail. Where me and Karina from, if snitches don't kill themselves then they get bodied by someone else. The streets of Delaware don't play, you either die trying or you end up in Sussex Correctional Institution. I've been to jail before, and the security guards over at Sussex are strict and harsh.

"What are you doing?" Karina asked as I came back to reality as she walked over to me. "Just thinkin'."I uttered.

"About what?"

"Nothin' you should worry your pretty little head about."

"Oh, okay."she opened the door to the pantry.

"Store?" I asked.

"Yeah,"she slipped on a pair of shoes as I brushed through my hair. We went out to the garage and got into my White Maserati Quattroporte.

I drove as we listened to the radio in a comfortable silence. I pulled into a parking space, got out and opened the door for KK while I locked the car. We walked into Walmart, as Karina grabbed the lil' buggie. We strolled through the isles occasionally throwing things into the basket.

"We already have four cereal boxes in the cart, you jackass. Put it back. " Karina complained as I picked up a box of Fruit Loops.

"Mayne, I ain't finna' put shit back. You gone get 'dis muh'fuckin' cereal and gone wit' allat' mess."

"You are acting like a damn child, and I thought I was the youngest. Your acting like a five year old."

"Well lemme be a five year old then, 'ole mean ass."I smacked my lips playfully.

"What are you cooking tonight?" She questioned as we walked down the meats isle as I threw some ground meat and pork into the basket.