Crossroads (Urban Books) by Skyy

Author:Skyy [Skyy]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781601623270
Amazon: 1601623275
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2012-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

R.I.P Keisha “Supa Sonic” Jackson. Jam Zone has lost a family member today. Sonic you will always be loved and missed.

Cooley held her phone tight. The text blurred. She couldn’t move. “What happened?”

Tee struggled to respond. “She ... she OD’d” Tears began to fall from Tee’s face.

Cooley fought the tears back. “I need a moment. Close the door behind you,” Cooley said, never looking up from her screen.

Tee immediately obeyed.

It felt like a bus crashed into Cooley. Her legs felt weak. She sat on the edge of her desk. Cooley closed her eyes, trying to block the images of Sonic running through her head. She could see her so vividly; the last time they saw each other, Sonic’s frail state. This is all my fault.

Tears streamed down Cooley’s face. Cooley knew the news must have hit everyone. Her phone started to blare back to back. She couldn’t pick it up; she couldn’t face anyone. Guilt took over her body, as the images of Sonic played like a movie in her brain.

Cooley didn’t hear the door open. Sahara walked in, her makeup flawed with streaks from her overflowing tears. Sahara walked over to Cooley. She put her palm on Cooley’s shoulder.

Cooley didn’t look up. Sahara’s hand was like a magnet, bringing the emotions all the way to the surface. Cooley leaned into Sahara. Sahara wrapped her arms around Cooley.

“It’s my fault, it’s all my fault,” Cooley cried.

“No, baby, it’s not.” Sahara held Cooley in her arms, rocking her gently.

“I shouldn’t have pushed her. I pushed her. Oh God. Why! Why!” Cooley’s voice cracked. She wrapped her arms around Sahara. Sahara was only the second woman to see her cry. She held on to her, not wanting to let go.

“Carla, it’s not your fault. She wouldn’t want you blaming yourself. You did what you could. You were a friend to her, she knows that. Don’t do this to yourself. Come on, baby, don’t do this, Carla.”

Cooley looked up at Sahara. “What did you call me?”

Sahara’s big brown eyes widened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t.”

Cooley put her index finger up to Sahara’s soft plump lips. “My name, I never liked when people called me by my real name.” Cooley gazed into Sahara’s beautiful eyes. She ran her fingers through Sahara’s wavy hair.

Sahara looked at Cooley with a confused glare.

“I liked that.”

Cooley slowly pulled Sahara’s face to hers. Their lips gently met. Sahara parted her lips, allowing Cooley’s tongue to enter into a passionate dance. Sahara held on to Cooley’s T-shirt, wrinkling the fabric with the imprint of her fingers.

Cooley’s hand rubbed through Sahara’s long hair, letting her fingers roam freely down her scalp. Cooley slowly pulled her face from Sahara’s.

“I need you,” Cooley whispered.

Sahara nodded her head.

“Anything, baby. Need me, let me be there for you. Cooley, just let me love you,” Sahara pleaded, her eyes filled with water.

Cooley wiped the first tear to fall down Sahara’s face. “Call me Carla.”

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