that. My body felt hot all over and my heart rate was starting to pick up quickly. The look on Kelvin’s face made me feel worried and sorry for him at the same time. I’d never seen him so stressed before, and all I wanted to do was reach out and give him a long hug, but instead, I waited for his next move.
“I don’t know what to do,” he said. I could tell he was in dismay. After about thirty seconds of staring off into space and an eerie silence, Kelvin finally started texting his uncle back.
“What are you gonna say?” I asked.
“I need to know where he is and what he’s doing. I just need more details.” Kelvin was clicking away on his phone as fast as he could. After he pressed send he went back to staring at the same spot on his comforter, barely blinking.
“Are you okay?” I asked again, hoping my questions weren’t making him more annoyed.
“I don’t know. I… I don’t know.”
Ten minutes passed without us saying another word. I could tell Kelvin was all in his head, worrying about his uncle. I was worried too, but I knew I couldn’t fully understand what he was feeling. I just wanted to be there for him, because I had the feeling that he might need someone. I wanted to tell him that I’d have his back, no matter what came of all this, but before I could build up the courage to say it, his phone went off again.
The second he finished reading the message, Kelvin jumped out of the bed and ran over to the closet, ripping the doors open and yanking out clothes at an alarming rate.
“Okay, Babe. You’re starting to scare me. What’s going on?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
“He said he needs to meet with me right now. He said it has to be right now ! Hurry and get dressed, we have to go now. I think he might be in some kind of danger.”
Kelvin snatched out a plain white t-shirt and some black sweatpants. As he reached to grab his jacket, I ran over to the closet and pulled out my own pair of sweatpants and a black sweater. By the time I finished putting on the sweater, Kelvin was already at the elevator waiting for me. I grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand and ran over to him as he pressed the button to open the doors.
We stepped inside and Kelvin slammed his hand on the button to close the doors faster. He was in a state of sheer panic.
“We have to meet him at the corner of Forty-First and Gifford. He said he’d be waiting in his car there,” Kelvin said as the elevator carried us down to the basement. When the doors opened, he grabbed me by the hand and we ran out the doors all the way to his car. The headlights flashed and I heard the click of the door locks as Kelvin pressed the button on his key. We jumped in on our respective sides and Kelvin didn’t waste a second starting the engine and spinning the tires on his way towards the busy street.
We hit the road and quickly made our way around the corner, just barely making it through a yellow light as it turned red. Kelvin was oozing intensity as he drove past the slower cars, shifting through the gears with focused aggression, and weaving in and out of traffic. It must have been his lucky day, because there wasn’t a cop car in sight as we sped down the street.
It didn’t take us long to get to Forty-First and Gifford. When we came to a stop, I noticed that we were in front of a strip club, called Fantasies. It was only one-thirty in the afternoon on a weekday, so the place wasn’t exactly popping. Kelvin put the car in neutral and pulled up the parking brake, while he scanned the street for signs of his uncle.
“I thought he was gonna be here already. I didn’t expect to beat him here,” he said, furrowing his brow. His stress level was maxed out.
“I’m sure he’ll be here any second,” I replied, doing my best to calm him down. I could tell I wasn’t helping.
We waited in front of the club for about twenty minutes without any sign of Deshaun. Kelvin was more anxious than I’d ever seen him,
“I don’t know what to do,” he said. I could tell he was in dismay. After about thirty seconds of staring off into space and an eerie silence, Kelvin finally started texting his uncle back.
“What are you gonna say?” I asked.
“I need to know where he is and what he’s doing. I just need more details.” Kelvin was clicking away on his phone as fast as he could. After he pressed send he went back to staring at the same spot on his comforter, barely blinking.
“Are you okay?” I asked again, hoping my questions weren’t making him more annoyed.
“I don’t know. I… I don’t know.”
Ten minutes passed without us saying another word. I could tell Kelvin was all in his head, worrying about his uncle. I was worried too, but I knew I couldn’t fully understand what he was feeling. I just wanted to be there for him, because I had the feeling that he might need someone. I wanted to tell him that I’d have his back, no matter what came of all this, but before I could build up the courage to say it, his phone went off again.
The second he finished reading the message, Kelvin jumped out of the bed and ran over to the closet, ripping the doors open and yanking out clothes at an alarming rate.
“Okay, Babe. You’re starting to scare me. What’s going on?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
“He said he needs to meet with me right now. He said it has to be right now ! Hurry and get dressed, we have to go now. I think he might be in some kind of danger.”
Kelvin snatched out a plain white t-shirt and some black sweatpants. As he reached to grab his jacket, I ran over to the closet and pulled out my own pair of sweatpants and a black sweater. By the time I finished putting on the sweater, Kelvin was already at the elevator waiting for me. I grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand and ran over to him as he pressed the button to open the doors.
We stepped inside and Kelvin slammed his hand on the button to close the doors faster. He was in a state of sheer panic.
“We have to meet him at the corner of Forty-First and Gifford. He said he’d be waiting in his car there,” Kelvin said as the elevator carried us down to the basement. When the doors opened, he grabbed me by the hand and we ran out the doors all the way to his car. The headlights flashed and I heard the click of the door locks as Kelvin pressed the button on his key. We jumped in on our respective sides and Kelvin didn’t waste a second starting the engine and spinning the tires on his way towards the busy street.
We hit the road and quickly made our way around the corner, just barely making it through a yellow light as it turned red. Kelvin was oozing intensity as he drove past the slower cars, shifting through the gears with focused aggression, and weaving in and out of traffic. It must have been his lucky day, because there wasn’t a cop car in sight as we sped down the street.
It didn’t take us long to get to Forty-First and Gifford. When we came to a stop, I noticed that we were in front of a strip club, called Fantasies. It was only one-thirty in the afternoon on a weekday, so the place wasn’t exactly popping. Kelvin put the car in neutral and pulled up the parking brake, while he scanned the street for signs of his uncle.
“I thought he was gonna be here already. I didn’t expect to beat him here,” he said, furrowing his brow. His stress level was maxed out.
“I’m sure he’ll be here any second,” I replied, doing my best to calm him down. I could tell I wasn’t helping.
We waited in front of the club for about twenty minutes without any sign of Deshaun. Kelvin was more anxious than I’d ever seen him,
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