Halo #2
She answered yes and all I could do was laugh.
All this time her dad was Keanu, and his wife was Ms. Toll aka Arabia.
That’s why I had a ick feeling about Dallas.
She was attached to people that I could do without in my life.
Keanu went and sat at the edge of that table.
The cook came in and put our dinner on the table.
“I have to know how and when you two got together.” Keanu wanted to know.
“We don’t need to get into that again. Just know they are good friends.” Arabia poured her some wine and looked annoyed.
“I’d like to know how you know him.” Dallas asked her dad.
“I’ve done business with him and his brothers. That’s all you need to know.”
He talked and I could feel Arabia looking at me. Then that smell, the smell I have not had in my nostrils for almost four years came to me. Burberry Brit and cigarettes.
“I just remembered that you are a triplet. How are your brothers?” She questioned.
I swallowed the steak in my mouth and answered. “Greek and Golden are doing good. You know what’s ironic, I was just talking to them about you.”
Her face lit up when I admitted that. “Really! It’s good that I made an impact.”
“That you did. They laughed when I told them how you had a piacular smell. Burberry Britt and those cigarettes you used to smoke.”
Arabia’s expression dropped.
“That funny that you’ve been wearing that same perfume to this day. I’m glad you stopped that smoking shit last year.” Keanu shared.
“Seems like the wrong sister got cancer.” Dallas shot out.
“Do not ever say that again Dallas.” Keanu started checking on his daughter.
My eyes glanced up at Arabia, and she was looking at me like I was the steak on her plate. The shit was sickening and I had to step away.
“Where’s the bathroom?” I asked.
Keanu told me it was down the hall, first door on the right.
When I got up, I heard him and Dallas going back and forth.
I got to the bathroom, closed the door, and turned the cold water on.
I needed some on my face and my breathing regulated correctly.
This entire family was trash and I was conflicted.
It never came across my mind to locate Arabia.
Now that she was in my face I wanted her dead.
For all the time I stayed up at night, couldn’t erase her smell, and had many conflictions about who I was.
But if I kill her then I’d have to kill Keanu and Dallas.
I put my hand under the cold water again and was about to put it on my face. But my phone went off.
“Greek, everything good?” I answered.
“I’m hoping so brother. I have you on speaker phone, Golden and Blake right here with me. We in my ride still parked in the casino parking construction. Blake was talking to us, and she dropped some shit you need to hear. We are in the car just in case you need us.
I kept the water going and told them to hurry up because I was in the middle of something.
“Siren called me ten minutes ago and said she couldn’t reach Story.
I told her she was busy, but Hendrix said he texted her too and she did not answer.
I stepped out of the loud room so I could talk to Siren.
Golden followed me and good thing he did because Siren mentioned a dude Story was messing with. She said his name was Keanu.”
The room started coming in and out of focus and I stopped berating for a minute.
“Bro, we don’t know what’s all going on but we are not telling Uncle Thaddeus or auntie---
“Listen to me y’all. I’m at Keanu’s crib now.” I spoke through my gritted teeth.
All three of them talked at the same time.
“Shut the fuck up and listen.” I whispered in anger. My fist was balled so tight I thought my hand would break. “Dallas asked me to come to this dinner with her people so they would think she had a boyfriend.
Turns out her dad is Keanu and her step mama is…that part don’t matter. Look, I gotta get back. If Siren and Hendrix say Story isn’t home, then track her phone and let me know the last location. I’m about to text y’all my location. Get the fuck here now because all this smells funky.”
I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how I looked like a demon ready to swallow a fresh soul. All of this was about to come to a boil if my boo is missing. I hung up, turned the water off then opened the bathroom door.
“Fuck you doin’?” I asked when Arabia stood on the other side of it.
“Keanu and Dallas needed a second to talk and I wanted to check on you.”
“You don’t need to ever concern yourself with me.” I walked past her and she grabbed my arm.
You would have thought she had the plaque from the way I snatched away from her. “I will break your entire arm off if you touch me again.”
“Halo. Please, tell me you don’t remember our special---”
“Arabia. If I was you, I would stop talking because the way I am feeling I am on the edge of losing it.” I left her where she was and went back to the dining room.
“Are you feeling, okay?” Dallas asked me. She looked and sounded concerned.
“I’m good, my head started bothering me but it’s cool.”
“I Tylenol three’s if you need two of them.” Keanu offered.
Arabia came back and sat down with a pasted smile on her face.
‘Thanks, but I’m cool. I think it’s from a lack of sleep I got last night.” This was the hardest thing I ever had to do.
Keanu was the nigga who fucked my Story and got her pregnant. I know it’s him because it made sense for it to be. I knew the way Story was acting today was fishy. I don’t know if she is scared or if he did something to her. What if I was never texting Story this entire time?!
Did Dallas find out about her dad and Story and take matters into her own hands?
Did Arabia know about it all? Including me and Story being each other’s exes.
Did she threaten Story? Do worse like take her and hold her hostage.
There So much was going through my mind as I played nice with these three people.
I talked mostly to Keanu and Dallas. Arabia said a few things, but she would get mad when Dallas and I would talk about us. She told the cook to leave the dessert on the stove and told him he was dismissed for the night.
Arabia said the same thing to the maid too. On purpose I ate my dinner slowly so I could keep the sharp steak knife close. My phone vibrated and I took it out of my pocket.
“My bad about this. My brother is on a job and needs my help with something.” I lied.
“Go ahead Halo, I know how work is.” Keanu told me.
I got up and stepped on the other side of the wall.
Greek: Story not at home! Her phone’s last pink location is where you are! We are few minutes out brother!
Me: Get in this house by any means necessary. It’s four of us here, a cook and a maid are here but they left. Probably to another part of the house.
I sent the text message then put my phone back in my pocket. From then on, I was flying off in an unhinged state. Story was here and I did not know if she still was. The worst came to me and the three of them were not leaving this house alive.
“Everything good Halo?” Kenau asked me.
Arabia came from the kitchen holding two small plates with cake on it. I saw that Dallas wasn’t done with her dinner either. I looked at the steak knife as I walked back to my seat.
“Naw, everything isn’t good and it’s peeled another side of me that I didn’t know I had.”
Keanu looked baffled and troubled. Arabia matched him and I could see Dallas from the side of me looking alert.
“Is Greek---
“Where is Story?” I asked the million-dollar question with my eyes on him and in a calm state. Calmer than I was on the inside.
The room had a heavy silence to it as he looked at me. I do not know what Arbia and Dallas were doing but I knew they did not move.
“Story? Am I supposed to know who that is?”
Had I not known what I did then I would have thought he really was clueless. But because I knew somewhat of the truth. I flipped out, grabbed the steak knife, and snatched Dallas out of her chair so fast.
She screamed and I pushed her in front of me with my hand on her neck and the point of the knife against the side of her temple. Dallas couldn’t move and I made sure my back was against the wall.
“Halo! What are you doing?!” Arabia hastily stood out of her seat.
“Think about what your doing boy!!” Keanu shouted.
“Naw, you need to think about the next words that come out of your mouth! I asked you where the fuck is my girl!!”
“And I told you---
“Ahh!” Dallas screamed again when I took the knife and went across her jaw.
I went deep enough for it to split it open and blood came out. Her face was not about to look the same anymore. My hand remained on her neck and she still couldn’t move. Keanu was about to charge towards me, but I wasn’t having that.
“I will end your daughter before you even touch me. Again, where is Story!” This was the last time I was asking before I kill Dallas.
This time when I looked from Keanu to Arabia, I saw it on their faces. They had her and one of them was going to crack. Keanu’s eyes went to his daughter and Arabia started crying.
“S-She’s alive Halo. Story, she’s alive.” Arabia spoke.
Even though she could be lying, I still had some relief wash over me. “Where is she?”
I looked to my left, and the maid ran into the room with her long sleeve night gown on. Her face was shocked. “Mam, what’s going on? Oh my God, Dallas!”
“Keep yo’ ass right there lady and do not fucking move. You should have just stayed in your room.” I warned her.
Her hands went up. She started crying and praying in Spanish.
“This was never supposed to happen this way.” Keanu said next.
“How was it supposed to happen then nigga. Because from where I’m standing you a slime ass bitch just like your wife.
You fuck Story, get her pregnant, she kills it and what…
you could not let go?” I looked at Arabia and said, “Or did you find out and couldn’t take the fact that your husband fucked someone else. Which one is it?”