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Bzzzt.
Bzzzt.
My forehead creased with confusion. Instantly, my thoughts began to scatter. The unfamiliar device resting against my handslid from my pocket with ease. I tried to remember slipping it into my pants, but couldn’t recall the moment it had happened.
Daniel.
Heat consumed me as my chest pierced the space in front of me. The caller was trying to reach someone who was unreachable. I swiped to answer.
“Yeah?”
“Tiana?”
“Fuck is this?”
“Daniel. Who the fuck is this?”
“August.”
“August?”
“Yeah, my nigga. Write that name down and hope you never run across the nigga the name was given to.”
I ended the call. Just as I tried unlocking the cell, it rang again.
Bzz–
“Yeah?”
“Yo, where the fuck is Tiana?”
“Sucking my dick. Keep calling, and I’ma come see about you as soon as she’s done.”
I ended the call a second time. My blood was boiling in my veins. I was no longer seeing the bright lights of the elevator. I was seeing red.
Lying wasn’t exactly my thing, but it felt right at the moment. In fact, it felt quite honest. She would be, even if it wasn’t at the exact moment of the call. Eventually, her lips would be around my tool, and I would be face deep in her well, waiting to drown.
Tiana’s face appeared on the screen. It disappeared just as quickly.
Bz–
“Who is this?” The voice I’d heard far too much tonight repeated.
“Stay up, fuck nigga, and you will see before sun up.”
I ended the call and pressed the number six.
Fuck.
It wasn’t until the elevator’s doors opened that I realized I hadn’t pressed a button. I’d been in the same spot since the doors closed.
I marched down the hallway, stopping in front of Tiana’s door. I pressed my knuckles against it firmly, trying my hardest to get through that motherfucker without her assistance.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
