CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

NATIVE

 

Native didn't know what Brisa thought she was doing but cooking wasn't it.

The eggs were cold and hard.

The toast was nothing more than stale bread and the bacon smelled as if it died and came back twice.

The best thing about this breakfast was the fresh coffee that she herself made earlier.

Native wasn't concerned about eating anyway so it didn't matter. The only thing on her mind was the email she was reading from Mystro, which gave her anxiety.

Although rarely utilized, she was happy they set up this option to communicate via the prison, and she wouldn’t forget it again.

But she could already since by the tone and exclamation points that things weren't going as planned.

Baby Dom was supposed to be protected. But it looked like Mystro had dropped the ball.

 

Native,

You probably don't wanna read this! To be honest I had trouble writing it. Me venting to you about what was popping off wasn’t a reason for you to do what you did. I just needed feedback. But I'm sure you'll think it was what I wanted. That wasn't the case!

But this ain’t about all that! It’s about something else!

After you left, I seen a change in Baby Dom. At first I thought it was her lunching, like she normally does especially when she can't get her way. But this is different. A few of the broads that know me around here and know we were cool said they were concerned.

When I asked about what, they led me to believe that she could possibly be doing something else. And since my emails are probably read by the staff, I can't go into detail. But what I will say is this, remember that broad ‘round the way?

The one with the white mother and Asian father? Who claimed she wasn’t mixed when she was?

You remember what she used to do when she thought nobody was listening? Nobody was watching?

That's what I believe is going on now.

 

Native looked up for a second to catch her breath.

The chick who she was speaking about who looked Asian even though she said she wasn’t, was an addict. At one point she would lace her weed with crack but when she wanted a bigger high she would shoot up instead.

Native knew this couldn't be the case. After all, Baby Dom moved smarter than this.

Or did she?

She took a huge gulp of her coffee.

Focusing back on the email, she decided to finish.

 

I tried to pull her over to the side a few times and speak to her. But she called herself carrying me. I never wanted her here, man! I told you this shit before! She made the decision to come anyway.

But I guess you think that's my fault too, right?!!!!

Anyway, I just figured I'd let you know. This ain’t no call for us to get back cool again.

At least not before you apologize.

 

Native sucked her teeth and slid her iPad across the table.

Apologize for what to hear her tell it?

Mystro orchestrated this drama in Native’s mind.

Yeah, she had no business walking up to the girl and doing what she did, but she felt she needed to prove to Mystro that retaliation would only make shit worse. Almost wanted her to make the move.

But none of that mattered.

Too much time had passed.

The only thing on her mind now was finding out if Baby Dom was okay.

But how?