What Da Lick Read? The Triple Cross by Sevyn McCray

been doing. He didn’t have to do no homework where this is concerned because everything Poke knew, he learned from him so he was one step ahead of him. He had to have a meeting with the kids as soon as possible to let them know and see if they had seen or heard anything. Damn Poke was shooting real bad if he was plotting on fam ’ now. He thought to himself “Friends, how many of us have them?”
     

Chapter 9: Dirty Sprite

     
    Reality made it home and she knew sleep wasn’t coming to her anytime soon. She decided that she might as well stay up until the meeting with Pop-Pop later on. She had gotten her own place earlier this year. As a gift, Pop-Pop had purchased an old industrial warehouse in the Castleberry Hill area close to downtown that he converted to lofts for the girls. She liked having her own space but she hated being alone, especially when she was totally sober. She didn’t want to go to Pop-Pop’s because she knew that he could look at her and tell if something was bothering her. Honesty’s truck was not parked in the parking deck so she knew that she wasn’t at home. She hadn’t spent the night at home in three days.
     
    Reality walked into her bathroom and stripped off her clothes. Maybe a nice hot shower would help her unwind. She hit the switch on her sound system and her bathroom was flooded with the soothing sounds of Marsha Ambrosius . She climbed into the shower and stood under the massaging head and closed her eyes. She was thinking that if she had smoked another blunt earlier her nerves wouldn’t be so shot right now. Reality couldn’t help it, she always felt like she needed to be doing something. Even when she was sitting still, she felt like she needed to be on the go. Anxiety and Hyperactivity was hell.
     
    The water went cold as she got out and grabbed a towel from the towel rack. She wrapped it around herself. Her crimson hair dripped water as it flowed down her back in loose waves. She didn’t even bother wrapping it in a towel as she slid her feet into her slippers. She went into her bedroom and looked into the ashtray on her nightstand to see if she had left any weed in it. No such luck. She shook her head. She was feenin . Her insides were churning and her heart was pounding. She needed some syrup. She shouted out “Fuck!!!!!!!” to an empty apartment as she thought about how D.J. had tried to handle her like she was a junkie or something. She padded around her place dripping water everywhere trying to think of a way to calm her nerves and soothe the craving that she had. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was just 8 a.m. She still had three hours before she was supposed to meet up with the family. She knew that sleep was nowhere in her near future.
     
    Real put on her bathrobe and picked up her keys, she wanted to see if Honesty had some weed at her place. She usually did because she always bought a large quantity at a time. She walked down the steps and to the other side of the building where her sister’s loft was.
     
    She immediately noticed that the door was off the hinges. She ran upstairs and grabbed her iPhone and her chrome 380 pistol and went back downstairs. Her first call was to her sister. Honesty’s phone went straight to voicemail. She didn’t leave a message. She texted her and told her to call her back A.S.A.P. it is an emergency. The next call was to Pop-Pop, he didn’t answer either. Reality put the phone in the pocket of her robe and pulled out her pistol. She barely had to push the door for it to swing all the way open. The door frame was splintered and wood was all over the floor. She stepped over it in her bedroom shoes and looked around the wide open space. Furniture was turned over, cushions on the floor, pictures were off of the wall, and all the area rugs that Honesty had decorating her hardwood floors were out of order. The oven, refrigerator and microwave all stood wide open. Reality walked into her sister’s bedroom, the