Trauma

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August

It was now going on four in the morning and everyone was out trying to find Keira. Kevin called to say he had made a report but that was it.

For the first time in a long time, the night was still and I honestly felt lost. Keira kept me together all these months and now I'm trying to be strong for her.

I knew that bitch has something to do with all of this, but I don't know where to begin. My home boy who I had check into some things for me where Makahi was concerned been out of Atlanta for a couple days now and a nigga calling fucking Cody but he aint answering.

As I tried to think where this nigga could be, my phone just kept vibrating. I didn't know who the number belonged too but seeing as they kept calling I finally answered.

"Who's this?"

"Who yuh think!"

When I heard tha voice I shook my head.

"Why you calling me man?"

"Yuh know why, so just listen." He spoke calmly.

I always wondered how the hell this nigga was so calm given tha fact that he was locked up.

"Expect a call from one of my boys. They should be in Atlanta by now. He'll let Yuh know where yuh afi meet him and everything."

"Bruh I been tryna call Cody so what tha fuck."

"Uno afi worry bout him."

A heavy sigh of frustration was released from my lips as I rubbed my hand down my face.

"Aight bruh. Only because it's Keira."

"Look I know I got her in this mess but she know what to do, she been trained fuh situations like this cuh she was with me."

Listening to him speak, I hope after all that shit she really is OK.

"Yea man but look I got another calling coming in."

After that, he just hung up. Switching over to the next call sure enough it was tha one he told me bout.

"Yea man wassup."

"We need to meet!"

"Hmm aight, when?"