Chapter 7

 

King was pissed, but hell he’d get over it. I was a busy lady and Spin needed me.

Spin was gone for three days. When he returned I picked him up with Vicky. She hated him but had no choice but to come with me. She’d been staying with me while Spin was gone. I couldn’t stand being in that big ass place alone. She’d asked me to drop her off at K.C.’s, but I said I’d do it after we got Spin.

I pulled up to the airlines, and there my man was. I got out and hugged and kissed him. I missed him. We loaded his bags into the trunk.

He went to the passenger door and waited. I was in the car already. Vicky did not acknowledge him just looked straight. He tapped on the window, and I rolled it down.

“Excuse me,” he said to Vicky.

She looked him up and down and said, “You’re excused.”

“Could you get in the back seat?”

“Yes I could,” she said then rolled the window up. Spin opened her door. “The back door is back there,” Vicky said grabbing the door and pulling it closed with enough force to shake my windows. She then locked the door and continued to stare straight ahead.

They so didn’t like each other and argued constantly. I got out the car and explained I was going to drop her off and asked if he could get in the back for a little while. After a little ear nibbling he said, “Okay.”

I dropped Vicky off with K.C. and we went home. As soon as I got in the door my cell rang.

“Hello,” I didn’t recognize the number.

“Shi, can—” a girls voice cried.

“Faye?”

“Yeah, can you come get me?”

I sighed, “Where are you?”

“Stockton.”

I sighed again and got the address and was there in an hour. I pushed like one ten the whole way. It was late, and I was tired. I hadn’t seen Faye in almost a week and was happy she was okay. I would have an hour to ask questions. I’d known her for a few months. Being the youngest of us all at the shop Faye was looked at as the baby. Her big grey eyes were so cute and sweet. She seemed so impressionable too. Part of me wanted to roast her little ass when I saw her. She’d been M.I.A. for three days. The only reason her mom didn’t call the police was because we both doubted the Oakland P.D. would do anything.

I found Hammer Lane and exited the freeway. There was a Taco Bell next to a gas station. She was sitting on the curb, I pulled up, and she climbed into the car. She looked dirty and beat up in the darkness of my car. I turned on my car light, and she cringed as she turned away from the light. Through squinted lids she looked over at me, and her pupils were huge. She turned away once our eyes met.

“Faye, are you high?” I asked knowing the answer but needing her to confirm it. I didn’t have a lot of experience with drug users, but I knew a high bitch when I seen one. She didn’t answer me, and she didn’t need to because her silence was confirmation. I turned off the light and flipped a bitch. She was snoring by the time I got back on the freeway.

It was past ten and I debated calling her mother. I was back in the bay at a quarter to twelve. I knew if I was a mother I wouldn’t care what time it was, so I grabbed my cell and called.

“Shi?” she said answering the phone. She seemed wide awake.

“Yes ma’am. I got Faye here with me.”

“Oh dear lord. Is she okay? Where is she?”

“Right here in my car asleep. I’m going to take her home with me and bring her first thing in the morning. Is that alright?”

She was silent for a while but eventually said, “Sure, I guess that will be okay. Just tell her I love her when she wakes up.”

“I will Sista Patterson. You get some sleep now,” I told her knowing she wouldn’t get any sleep until her daughter was safely at home. She thanked me and was about to pray on the phone with me like she’d done twice before when I lied and told her a cop was behind me.

I got off the phone and drove home with Faye snoring her ass off. I woke her up and got her inside. It took two hours to shower her and get her into the bed in the room next door to me and Spin. On my way back to my room I was exhausted. I could only think of my bed. I slowly got undressed and slipped under the sheets when I realized something was wrong.

I was the only person in bed.