Cash's POV
I had carried Crystal all the way back to hotel suite. I didn't know full story of what happened. All I knew is that Crystal slapped old dude because he was pushing up on her and out of no where he punched her in the face. "Shawty you can't just be slapping every nigga that tries to get at you." I said laughing afterwards. After I said that shit she went crazy. Crystal started beating on me for no reason at all.
"Chill. What the fuck is yo problem?" I asked bear hugging her. She wrestled out of my hug then ran to the bathroom. I ran after her but couldn't get to her because the bathroom door was lock.
"Unlock the door Crystal," I said through the door.
"Go!" She sobbed out.
"I'm not leaving until you talk to me. I will sit by this damn door all fucking night until you talk to me so wassup? What happened at the club?"
"You don't know what he said to me. You don't know what I've been through," She cried out.
"What you mean shawty? Talk to me," I said.
"He told me to shut up and be a good girl. The same exact thing my mother's boyfriend said to me before he raped me." Crystal said with her voice cracking on every other word.
"Ma I'm sorry. Please unlock the door so we can talk face to face." I waited until I heard the lock click. Crystal stood in the doorway. Her eyes were full bloodshot red. I stepped closer to her and hugged her tightly as she cried some more. "Change into something to sleep in. You've had a long night and you should just call it a night." I said to her. Her teary red eyes looked up at me and she asked, "Will you stay in here with me?" I was surprised she had asked but I nodded. She had got some clothes our her bag and went to change in the bathroom. I took my cargo shorts and my shirt off. Now I was just dressed in basketball shorts. Crystal came out dressed in some grey joggers and a Pink tank top that was white with black letters. I loved a girl that was still beautiful in night clothes and I wasn't talking about the night clothes that showed ass cheeks and stomach. Crystal climbed in bed laying right beside me. I pulled the cover over our bodies then wrapped her in my arms. It felt like she was mine but she wasn't. I didn't want to rush into a relationship with someone I just met and I knew she didn't want to do that either.
*phone rings*
"Bro we got some business to handle. We gon' have to end our vacation a little early and get the fuck out of here." Quez said. It was damn near three in the morning and we had business to take care of. I didn't wake up Crystal because she needed all the rest she could get. Everything of hers was still packed except for her personal hygiene stuff. I packed all of that and packed all of my stuff. I threw on a shirt and some shoes and took all the bags down to the truck. Quez, Jr, and G was already at the truck with all their stuff including Saige's. G decided to stay with the girls while we went to go do what we had to do.
Jr drove us to an old warehouse. As beautiful as the Bahamas was, it did have its ghetto areas. Areas that looked more ghetto than back home. Jr stayed in the truck while Quez and I ran behind a tree so that we were out of sight. Quez had took a picture of a group of dudes that we inside the warehouse at the top and sent it to Chaz. Once Chaz told us which two to take out, Quez and I positioned our riffles and let fire go. After the job was done, we both ran back to the truck and Jr took off before the dudes that were left in the warehouse could see us take off. I had called G and told him to be. We had to quickly get to the plane before anyone knew it was us.
Crystal's POV
I was sad that we had to end our vacation early but I was happy that we were on our way to New Orleans instead of Atlanta. It was my dad's birthday and what better way to celebrate than visiting his grave. Last night didn't end bad after all. I didn't plan on telling Cash about being rape until we became a little more closer but I'm glad that I decided to tell him. He actually cared. No dude that didn't care would never do what Cash did. For him to sit by that door and tell me that he wasn't leaving until I told him what's up really showed me that he cared and I appreciated that. The flight to New Orleans was going to be long. Might as well get some sleep before I visit dad's grave.
