Pieces of Me 2 by Rachel Rae

Pieces of Me 2 by Rachel Rae

Author:Rachel Rae [Rae, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: United States, Urban, Urban Life, African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00NJAQPKC
Publisher: Jaded Publications
Published: 2014-09-12T04:00:00+00:00


Too Close

Chapter 13

Jessica:

After walking to the pay phone at some raggedy ass gas station, I finally got in contact with Niekko and told him to bring me back my phone. One would think that since he want his shit back so bad I would have been had it back. Since he had it for a got damn day in a half, I asked him would he give me an extra day, but like the asshole that he is he refused.

I don’t even know where to begin to start looking for this shit. "Okay Jessica, pull this shit together... Start off at the hospital." I said out loud to myself and that’s exactly what I did.

In the taxi I kept replaying the girl with the hair putting that shit in my IV. I know that hoe from somewhere I just can’t put my damn finger on it. Damn this shit is not going right at all. Everything I planned on doing was working in other peoples favor and I had to try and grab hold to this shit before it starts spinning even more out of control. I asked the driver to drive around the hospital so that I could look for signs that had towing numbers on it and I found three.

"Which one is it?" I yelled out loud.

"Would you like for me to stop here?" he asked with an accent.

"Look, if I need you to stop I'll tell you." I put my hand on my fore head and massaged it. "Stop here." I got out, positioned my crutches and stood by the yellow taxi cab.

The driver rolled down the window and yelled out the window. "You want me to stay lady? The meter is still going to run."

I looked at him and rolled my eyes and took a deep breath before answering him, "Sir if I could not afford yo stupid ass services I would not use them, so please just give me one second!"

After gathering myself for a split second I called the first number, "Apple Towing." some rude bitch said answering the phone. Usually I would go ham on somebody as rude as her but since I really, really, needed my shit I took a breath then spoke. "Yes, I'm trying to figure out if you guys have my car.”

“What’s the license plate number?" she asked rudely.

"SNJ16WK" I snapped back.

"Color??"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yep right after you tell me the color."

"Why would you ask me what’s the color if I just gave you the license plate number?? I mean what fucking sense does that make?" I spoke slowly so that she could understand. "My plate number is SNJ16WK the color is silver or for some slow people light grey and it’s a Nissan."

"I’m going to ignore your smart ass attitude and tell you that your car is here. The address is... You know what since you're such a smart ass I’m pretty sure you could find out what the address is." She said hanging up.

"Wait!! Got damn it! Fuckin' bitch!" I yelled and got back into the car.



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