Shades of the Projects 1 by Solae Dehvine

Author:Solae Dehvine [Dehvine, Solae]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Urban, Single Authors, african america best seller, 45 Minutes (22-32 Pages), Genre Fiction, Urban Life, Literature & Fiction, Short Stories, Short Stories & Anthologies
Amazon: B00RGZTZ7G
Publisher: Dehvine Publishing
Published: 2014-12-25T05:00:00+00:00

*****

I went to work. I don't know why, but something in me said that it was best to stay with my routine. I took the bag into work with me and locked it in my locker, and checked on it more than a mother looked in on a newborn baby. To me, that bag was my baby, and if I had to go back and look in on it a million times, I would do it.

Meanwhile, throughout my shift, every loud noise made me jump.

"You okay, Syn?" my manager asked, and all I could do was nod. The white man with the silver grey hair had no idea what the fuck I was going through. I only smiled for them because this job didn't need to know what I’d just witnessed.

"Yep, I'm great." I lied through the day, trying to mask what I was feeling. Every time I blinked I saw Tevin, the father of my baby lying in that pool of blood. The coldest part of me said that he deserved it, that he should have been dead for neglecting me and my son. But then again, no one deserved to die like that.

Maybe I could have helped him, calling the ambulance, but that would have done nothing but get me in trouble. Being in a room full of drugs and money there would have been no way for me to describe why I was there.

No, I did the right thing.

The day usually dragged, but today after this morning, everything sped past me. Maybe because with every customer that walked through the door, I expected to see a gun looking for the bag. When a cop came in for lunch, I damn near shit my pants. The shit was crazy and I had to calm myself down.

Nobody saw you. No one is looking for you.

I repeated it a million times to myself until the end of my shift. I grabbed the duffle bag not knowing what to do or who to tell. I rode through the city with my mind racing. I checked the rear view mirror a million times to make sure no one was following me.

Of course no one was there, I was just being paranoid—until my phone rang.

A restricted number popped up and I knew instantly knew who it was. Only the county jail showed up like that. Even Tevin dying and the duffle bag wouldn't stop my life from continuing.

"Hello."

"You have a collect call from..." The line stalled a moment before Sharon screamed that it was her. "Will you accept?" I didn't want to. She never paid me back for the collect calls, and if she hadn't stole the damn rent money, I wouldn't be scared with bricks of drugs in my passenger seat.

I pressed two to accept the call, wondering what nonsense Sharon had to tell me now.

"Baby girl, you gotta come get me.”

I almost swerved off the road when she said that. She only called me ‘baby girl’ when she wanted something.

“Come get you with what? My good looks? You took the fucking rent money!” I screamed into the phone.

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