knocking for five minutes and got no answer. It was evident that she was home, though, because her car was sitting right there in the driveway. I just knew she was ignoring me, but then her neighbor came out.
“Marcy isn’t here. She had been in some type of altercation and had been rushed to the hospital.” From what I could get out of her nosy neighbor, she had been attacked by some woman almost two weeks ago. My mind started racing, and Cyn popped up into my head. I was getting agitated by the minute because I had no real information. I thanked the lady and began to walk back to my car.
“Oh, yeah, you may want to give her a call. I heard she was released from the hospital a couple of days ago.” I thanked her again and pulled off. The pain in my hand was starting to become unbearable. I pulled into the lot of a gas station to get something temporary to take. I refused to let this pain get in my way. I was on a mission, and I wasn’t stopping until I got some answers. I bought a bottle of Aleeve and popped four pills, with hopes that it killed the throbbing feeling I was experiencing. I decided to make that call to Marcy, praying that she would answer my calls and that she didn’t change her number. The phone rang three times before going to voicemail. Well, at least I knew she had the same number. I sent her a quick text message, asking her get in contact with me soon. About five minutes later, a message came back. Go fuck yourself! I sat there, looking at the message because little did she know, I wasn’t in the mood for her bullshit, either. I texted her back that this wasn’t the time for her to be in her feelings. She texted back. Go to hell, bitch! I was becoming enraged because this bitch thought I was in the mood for her shenanigans. I had to think, and fast. I thought maybe I could try Dawn; she always seemed to be the level-headed one out of the group. I was glad I saw her car was sitting outside of her house. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. I could hear her shuffling to the door, and I knew she was peeping through the peephole.
“Hey, Dawn. It’s me, Eric. May I please speak with you? When she opened the door, she had a look of hatred in her eyes.
“Sorry, I showed up unexpected, but I figured you were my only resort.”
“Well, Eric, I don’t see how you thought I would give you any information.”
“Dawn, listen, I tried contacting Cyn, and of course, you know she changed her number, plus she moved. She made some pretty strong accusations against me, and I need to get in contact with her. Can you relay a messages to her for me? Let her know I’m looking to hear from her. Tell her my number is still the same.” I thanked her and walked away. I turned around, “By the way, tell her I didn’t forget the fact she slapped me, either.”
Chapter 18
Dawn
Eric had the audacity to show up at my damn house, looking for my help. If he had any sense, he wouldn’t be searching for Cyn. She went completely ham on his ass, but I peeped his little friend, sitting up there all smug. He didn’t even flinch during the commotion between Eric and Cyn. Compared to those pictures that Cyn received and from what I saw of his appearance at the café, he looked a little frail. I texted to warn Cyn that Eric was looking for her, and her response was, Good let him bring that ass my way. I didn’t stay on the phone long with Cyn, but I made sure she knew to be safe.
I was busy preparing dinner for my hubby, since he was returning from his business trip. I knew he wanted a homecooked meal. This time he went to NYC, scouting some new players who needed representation. I was upset that I couldn’t make this trip. You never knew who you would meet in his line of work. He traveled all over, scouting new basketball players. I remember meeting Carmelo Anthony and his wife, LaLa. Meeting Carmelo was a dream of mine because I was a true fan. I also had the pleasure of meeting the great Dr. Julius
“Marcy isn’t here. She had been in some type of altercation and had been rushed to the hospital.” From what I could get out of her nosy neighbor, she had been attacked by some woman almost two weeks ago. My mind started racing, and Cyn popped up into my head. I was getting agitated by the minute because I had no real information. I thanked the lady and began to walk back to my car.
“Oh, yeah, you may want to give her a call. I heard she was released from the hospital a couple of days ago.” I thanked her again and pulled off. The pain in my hand was starting to become unbearable. I pulled into the lot of a gas station to get something temporary to take. I refused to let this pain get in my way. I was on a mission, and I wasn’t stopping until I got some answers. I bought a bottle of Aleeve and popped four pills, with hopes that it killed the throbbing feeling I was experiencing. I decided to make that call to Marcy, praying that she would answer my calls and that she didn’t change her number. The phone rang three times before going to voicemail. Well, at least I knew she had the same number. I sent her a quick text message, asking her get in contact with me soon. About five minutes later, a message came back. Go fuck yourself! I sat there, looking at the message because little did she know, I wasn’t in the mood for her bullshit, either. I texted her back that this wasn’t the time for her to be in her feelings. She texted back. Go to hell, bitch! I was becoming enraged because this bitch thought I was in the mood for her shenanigans. I had to think, and fast. I thought maybe I could try Dawn; she always seemed to be the level-headed one out of the group. I was glad I saw her car was sitting outside of her house. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. I could hear her shuffling to the door, and I knew she was peeping through the peephole.
“Hey, Dawn. It’s me, Eric. May I please speak with you? When she opened the door, she had a look of hatred in her eyes.
“Sorry, I showed up unexpected, but I figured you were my only resort.”
“Well, Eric, I don’t see how you thought I would give you any information.”
“Dawn, listen, I tried contacting Cyn, and of course, you know she changed her number, plus she moved. She made some pretty strong accusations against me, and I need to get in contact with her. Can you relay a messages to her for me? Let her know I’m looking to hear from her. Tell her my number is still the same.” I thanked her and walked away. I turned around, “By the way, tell her I didn’t forget the fact she slapped me, either.”
Chapter 18
Dawn
Eric had the audacity to show up at my damn house, looking for my help. If he had any sense, he wouldn’t be searching for Cyn. She went completely ham on his ass, but I peeped his little friend, sitting up there all smug. He didn’t even flinch during the commotion between Eric and Cyn. Compared to those pictures that Cyn received and from what I saw of his appearance at the café, he looked a little frail. I texted to warn Cyn that Eric was looking for her, and her response was, Good let him bring that ass my way. I didn’t stay on the phone long with Cyn, but I made sure she knew to be safe.
I was busy preparing dinner for my hubby, since he was returning from his business trip. I knew he wanted a homecooked meal. This time he went to NYC, scouting some new players who needed representation. I was upset that I couldn’t make this trip. You never knew who you would meet in his line of work. He traveled all over, scouting new basketball players. I remember meeting Carmelo Anthony and his wife, LaLa. Meeting Carmelo was a dream of mine because I was a true fan. I also had the pleasure of meeting the great Dr. Julius
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