Stranger II (Sequel) [Completed]

Chapter ¤ 29 -Back to ATL- (Part IV)

[4:47 p.m.]

◀Dre▶

Rome had just finished tying up Rios big ass and put him in the trunk. I had taken my shirt off from under my hoodie and tied it around the shot wound on Jay's back.

I kinda felt bad that Makayla was layin there basically dyin. But what could I do? The hospital was an hour away from here and she was shot in a very vulnerable spot. Jay on the other hand would be fine because it was his upper back.

I helped him up from off the wet concrete and put his arm around the back of my neck, while I held onto his side just in case the pain was too much for him. Every step Jay would take would make him whince in pain but he kept walkin. By the time we made it to the car, Rome had started the car and was waitin to pull off.

"You aight man?" Rome asked Jay, as he sat back into the seat.

"Nah. But I'll be good."

"Aye man watch how you sittin tho. This shit is a rental. I can't have blood all in that back seat." I told him. Jay chuckled.

"You good. I'm not sittin all the way back." he replied.

Rome put the car in drive and started to make his way out of the neighborhood. As we passed by Makayla's house, I made sure to keep my eyes away from the driveway. I knew that if I saw her as we drove off I would feel some type of way about just leavin her there to die. Plus I would feel bad when somebody did find her lifeless body.

Even though I wanted to hunt all three of them down, I really ain't want nobody to die. But it is what it is. I can't change what happened. I'm not the one who shot her.

The ride was quiet. Nobody said a word. I didn't even hear shit from Rios like I thought I would. Maybe his ass just gave up fighting.

"You good bro?" Rome asked, glancing up from the road. I shook my head.

"I don't know..." I trailed off.

"Look man. Nothin you did was ya fault. So don't blame yourself aight?"

"Yea. You right."

I turned my head to look out the window. I really don't know what's gonna happen after this. But I know I gotta be prepared.

◀Kiley▶

It's going on almost five and I still haven't heard from Dre. I'm really starting to freak the fuck out. It's not like him to not return my calls. Plus what makes it worse is that I called Rome in hopes that he would know where Dre is. But that nigga ain't answering either.

Sighing, I got up from the living room couch and went into the kitchen. I haven't ate all day so I decided to make something quick. I took out some stuff to make baked spaghetti and started cooking.

As I was cooking all I could think about were all of the good times me and Dre had. From when we first met to our first kiss. I remember it like it was yesterday.

[Flashback]

"Why didn't you tell me you could sing before tonight?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise. I saw the look on your face while I was singing." he smirked

"Mm you ain't all that."

"Your face said it all. So I already know you lyin'." he chuckled.

"Whatever."

"So I wanna ask you somethin but I don't know if its the right time."  he said, looking down.

"Why would you say that?"