The next day, I was woken up outta ma sleep ta the smell of breakfast and old school gospel. Last night was cool, I guess you could say. We ain' do much plannin or talkin bout Sarah, which was aight, but taday, a nigga ready fa business. I needed all the answers and shit. I wanted ta find ma baybeh.

Slidin outta bed, I grab ma bag and took out the clothes I was gone wear taday. After finding ma fit fa taday, I entered the bathroom that was connected ta the guest room I was stayin in. I stared at maself inna mirror, befo grabbin ma toothbrush and ma toothpaste, brushin ma teeth.

Ion see how people can walk around with shit mouth. Shit will have a nigga reachin fa God.

Afta I was done, brushin ma teeth I rinsed ma mouth out and turned on the shower on. I stripped out of the pjs I had on and jumped right inna shower.

Afta a few minutes of standing under the warm water, I finally decided ta rid maself of last night stress. Washin all of this stress, worry, and anger away. If I didn't, I'd be runnin off emotions and I won't be able to find ma girl. I wanna be able ta think rationally for the sake of Sarah because at any given moment I see that nigga, it's over. But I guess he consider himself a street nigga, so I know the way street niggas move. He ain' hea, but his niggas are. He got a reputation ta uphold and an image ta keep steady, he ain' gone let no nigga stop what he got goin on. That's why he hidin and bein undercover like a lil bitch ass nigga. He tryna be all calculated and shit, but I came straight from the gutter, I'm a real street, hood ass nigga. So if nobody can find him outchea, I know I can. Niggas forgot who the fuck I was round this bitch.

After 30 minutes ta an hour of cleanin ma body off, I turned the shower off and stepped out. Slidin inta ma Nike slides, I wrapped a towel round ma waist and began ta lotion ma body. I ain' gon lie, a nigga been usin up Sarah's lotion and that shit felt good on ma skin. I see why she was always hidin ha shit from me. Shit had ma lips and legs feelin like heaven.

Pickin my clothes up off the bed, I began ta dress myself. Wearin grey joggers and a grey shirt. I wanted ta be comfortable and casual taday in case I gotta beat a nigga ass. Once I felt presentable, I exited ma room, walkin down the stairs ta the kitchen.

"Mawnin." I said, announcin ma presence.

"Good morning, August! I'm just finishing up breakfast here, you can wake your brother up. It's just about ready." Rose said.

I eyed her, befo noddin goin ta the otha guest room ta wake Simon up. Knockin onna door, I heard shufflin.

"Aye, nigga." I knocked again, but this time I entered the room. Kickin his body off the bed, I stood over him, while he looked up at me with a mad expression. "Wake yo sensitive ass up. We got shit ta do taday."

"Man you do the dumbest shit fa no fuckin reason, dawg. I hate you nigga." He kept mumbling and cussin me out under his breath. Nigga know better than ta say slick shit ta me out loud.

Talk that shit ta Christian mean ass, not me, unlike that small nigga, I'a really best yo ass.

I shrugged, walkin outta his room and back into the kitchen. I sat down at the stool, watchin the lady of the house make plates and place them in front of the empty chairs.

"Got your brother up?" She asked, not turnin ha back ta me.

"I did, he prolly inna shower right na." I said.

"I know that accent, I do. Where you from?" She asked.

"New Awlins." I answered.

Finally turnin around, She clamped ha hands tagether. "New Orleans. I knew I knew it. Were you born there?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Born and raised."

She smiled. "That's amazing. I've been to New Orleans once with my husband and it was beautiful. The weather isn't so nice, but the trip itself was nice." She laughed.

I chuckled. "Yeah, it be hot as hell down thea, but you get use ta it."

She smiles at me, but it left suddenly. "I'm so sorry this is happening to you all. This is just so unfortunate."

I but my lip, noddin. "So what happened? How y'all know who she was or she was in trouble?"

"Well first, we didn't know who she was until we watched TMZ and they showed a picture of you and her and I just knew I had to do everything in my power to get a hold of you." She answered.

"Okay, so how y'all know what was up with ha?" I asked.

"Malcolm and I were sitting in the living room, it was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, roughly around three thirty and we hear these gunshots." She closed ha mouth, tears threatening ta fall. "Malcolm tells me to stay put as he walked outside. He stayed outside for a good ten minutes before he takes off running. I didn't know why he was running or where he was running to, so I ran after him. When I finally caught up to him, he was picking up this woman. She didn't even look human. Someone had beaten her to unrecognizable person. You could tell she been through some trauma. She was so bloody and her face was so dirty and puffy."

I bit ma lip, wantin ha ta finish the story.

"We took her inside and I check ha pulse and she had one but it was so slow, it was barely there. My husband begins to check her body to any open wounds and he found it, right along with a plethora of bruises and cuts. She was shot three time, her should, leg and her abdomen and blood was pouring out of her. It was a mess. A very depressing mess." She wiped all ha tears that fell. "I remember shaking her to keep her up and all she kept saying was this scripture "The Lord is my Light and my Salvation: whom shall I fear," and I knew the Lord had His hands on her. My husband called 911 and they came with the ambulance." She finished.

My baybeh was a fighter. As much trouble as she had in ha life, she wouldn't be so quick ta give this shit up. She had something worth fightin fa and it was ha family. Ha son was the biggest thing she was fightin fa.

"She went ta the hospital?"

She nodded.

"So whea's the update?" I asked, very fuckin confused.

She sighed as Simon enters the kitchen. "That's the thing August, they won't give us any updates. You see, a few years ago this man named RaMevo Jones ran Houston. He was bigger than any drug dealer you ever heard of. He sold drugs, robbed places, and killed plenty of people. He was like the devil in flesh. People feared him, including the police or anyone in the crime fighting field. RaMevo ex-wife Jackie gave birth to his son Peter Jones and because Mevo had such a scary reputation in Houston, hospital, police stations, even fire departments knew not to mess with those three." She said and you could see the fear in ha eyes.

"Fuck allat, whea ma sis at?" Simon asked, rude than a muthafucka.

"Aye nigga, watch yo mouth and tone when you talkin ta ha. She was talkin ta me, watch dat shit." I snapped.

"It's fine, August." Mouthin the words 'thank you' ta me. "We don't know where Sarah's at. We called every hospital and police station around. They won't give up and information. We even went up there, b-but we saw RaMevo and Peter Jones. Malcolm knows they had something to do with her so he told me to leave it alone and I did. I wish I did something. I felt so sick for her. She was so beautiful and they treated her so so wrong."

I got out ma seat ta go over and give Rose a hug. A hug was something we both needed.

"What can we do and how can we find ha?" Simon asked, changin his tone a bit softer.

"Malcolm is in the FBI and they've had their eye on Peter and Mevo for years now. They didn't have any evidence to convict them, but with some help we can find Sarah and bring her home to you all."

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