⚠️Book 1: Black Rose⚠️
Dave and Bernice are back, but this time as Mr. & Mrs. Brewster. How long will that last though? Watch them as they go through struggles not only as a married couple, but also as parents. People don't want to see them happy. O...
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I stood over my balcony of my apartment looking down on the city smoking a blunt. I blew out smoke putting it out in an ashtray on the table going back inside. I needed to be packing for the second half of the tour that starts in a couple of days. I went to my closet throwing my luggage on the floor standing up straight scanning the racks trying to think of what I want to bring. I really just needed clothes to chill in on the tour bus and at the hotel because Brittany handles my performance outfits. I could hear the bell for my apartment. I wondered who it could be because I've been staying to myself lately. It's been three weeks since what happened and I still don't know how to feel. I went to the door looking in the peephole then opening the door to see Shoota. I looked at him oddly as he said, "I've been calling, but no answer. I just wanna talk."
"I need to talk to you too," I said letting him in going to the living room. I sat on the couch and he sat in the seat adjacent to me. "I just wanna know why? Why did you pop up at an engagement party you weren't invited to, drop a bomb then basically do a mic drop then leave? What was up with that?"
"I know the way I did it was wrong, but I just had to let you know. You and your family. I was tired of seeing y'all smile in that dudes face when I knew what he did. And I knew y'all didn't know."
"We didn't," I said scratching my head. I didn't know because when they found out who did it I made a choice not to know. I told myself if I knew who did it I would turn into a vengeful person and I'd kill him myself. I was content with him being arrested and elated when he was found guilty. The killer was in jail, so I would have to be satisfied with that. Plus, all of the hearings were in Florida. I stopped selling drugs, so I was a struggling rapper with no money to be going out there every few months just to sit in a court room for hours.
We sat there in silence as I thought when he asked, "You going on the second half of the tour?"
"Yeah, I leave in two days." I hadn't talked to Shoota in awhile and I didn't plan on doing it soon either. I forgot I even invited him on it after him not coming the first half.
"Can I still come?" He asked with a smile.
"I don't know..." I dragged out. "Robb's going to be on the tour and that might cause problems." I haven't talked to Robb at all. He's called and texted a few times trying to apologize, but I haven't answered. We're about to go on tour together, so I know I have to see him eventually. I just need to be a little less angry, so I don't attack him again.
I get what Zeek and even Bernice are saying. It was self defense. It was either he gets killed or the people trying to kill him. Either way somebody had to die and it happened to include my cousin. With that being said, I get it. Does it take away the hurt? No. I still lost my cousin. It all could've been prevented if Bernice hadn't set him up. Someone could also say it could've been prevented if Robb didn't abuse her. The list could go on and on.
