Sinner's Heist

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HIGH PITCHED WINDS were heard as the wing's of the plane sliced though the air, over land. The area inside was quiet, muffled music and movies in earphones of different passengers while others slept, read, or ate the snacks they'd requested. Amos stared forward , the bags underneath his eyes feeling heavy as they've felt a lot lately. He gulped a hard swallow down his dry throat, lost in his trance of memory lane.

The setting of the flashing lights from both the ambulance and police car couldn't shake from his mind. No more could he remove the image of Latrell and Dyce being zipped up into black, body bags. Amos squeezed his eyes closed and tilted his head sideways. His breaths trembled as he reached up and grabbed ahold of the chain that hung around his neck-the angel chain that was once his but was given to Dyce. Now it was in his possession again, now with a deep importance to it. His fingers closed around the gold angel while his thumb traced over the wing.

The neighborhoods sad faces and Bebe's hurtful cries was included his flashback. His eyes shot back open as he leaned his head back against the passenger seat, exhaling deeply. His esophagus began to tingle as his mouth watered numbly. He lifted himself from his place, stepping over Kielce and felt dizziness accompany him. He'd stepped to the back of the plane, the sight being blurry as he did. He seemed to have been going in slow motion until he got to the vacant restroom, rushing to pull the door open. He kneeled to the toilet and emptied his stomach, spitting the remainder of his regurgitation from his mouth.

He felt his stomach jerk as he repeated the method, but this time, a relief coming over him. He sat on the tiled floor, leaning his head back against the plastic door. "Damn, man." He croaked, shaking his head from each side as he continued to convince himself his best friend was dead. His face was moist from the outbreak of a hot flash he'd had when throwing up, but now his eyes were being wet as well. He wiped his forehead and pulled his legs up forward to his chest, leaning his head against the cap of his knees.

This plane was heading to Atlanta, Georgia. Take it as a setup, but Kielce convinced him to go ahead and move there with him while his mind was gone down a rabbit hole. But once he was back to, the words of you should go from Latrell himself replayed and influenced his final decision. He haven't been thinking straight. The entire night was sleepless for him. The vision haunted him with his eyes open and it felt relived all over again once he even tried to close them. There was a faint knock at the door as Amos started to slowly come back this way. He moved his body to the side wall and lifted his arm to the knob, unlocking, turning then pushing it back slightly. Once seeing Kielce figure, he dropped his arm down and leaned his dome backwards with his arms sitting low.

"We're in the A, about to land soon. You holdin' up cous'?" He questioned his younger cousin of his state as well as updating him on their whereabouts. Amos kept the same posture without a word or movement. Kielce kneeled before taking a seat beside him, joining him in a similar position leaned against the wall. "It's just.." Amos trailed off faintly, barely audible had Kielce not been right next to him.

"I was where you at, Am'. A couple years back, you remember. Except I was in the car when my best friend got killed." Kielce started, laying one foot flat as he extended arm over the top of his knee. The distasteful memory paraded in his head as if in black and white. It was four years ago and the two young men filled the car with laughters from gut deep. Kielce had sat his styrofoam cup down as Dominic jerked the steering wheel from each side, zooming through intersections on this late night in downtown Virginia. "What's up with you and my sister, Yoyo?" The olive toned Hispanic questioned his good friend of a long time about. Though he was both Latino and black, more of his black roots showed in features.

Kielce sucked his teeth, disagreeing as he replied, "Now no offense, Dom, but y'know your sister be gettin' around." Dominic threw his hand out mockingly, furrowing his thick eyebrows together. "Y'know I know, I've been told you leave ha' ass alone." His accent crossed within his words like laces. He continued with a head nod, "So you back with that ah, Melani chick, yeah?"