27. Juelz
We were out having dinner, and the drinks and food were hitting, the vibes were good, and we were just having an amazing time enjoying each other’s company.
Ari and Zel found this restaurant, and I had to admit, the place was nice.
Our waitress had just topped off my third drink for the night, and I had a nice buzz going on.
I wasn’t flat out drunk but a little bit past tipsy.
Leaning back in my chair, I glanced around the restaurant until something at a nearby table caught my attention. I swear my eyes were playing tricks on me. They had to fuckin be.
It can’t be her, I thought as I continued to openly stare, not really giving a fuck. That’s when I noticed the small crescent shaped birthmark on her wrist, confirming what I feared was true.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Before I knew what I was doing, I jumped up from the table, swiftly moving across the room as I got closer. It was fucking her! Sitting at a table with my boy, Xavier.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT KENYA! THE FUCK IS GOING ON! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!” I yelled, standing in front of their table.
Hearing Zel call my name, I looked back and saw that my whole party was standing behind me. At this point, I could care fuckin’ less! Xavier stood up, while Kenya looked at me in a daze still not saying shit.
“Juelz, calm down and let me talk to you,” he said. I looked at this nigga ready to fuckin’ murder him!
“What the fuck you mean, let you explain? This bitch is supposed to be dead but she sitting here smiling and bustin’ it up with you! The fuck you mean let you explain!” I gritted, I was ready to tear this nigga the fuck apart and remurder this bitch!
“I know it looks crazy, man, but I tried calling you several times in the past four hours,” he spoke with urgency.
He pulled me away from the table, and Zel was right behind us. I pulled out my phone, realizing that this was the first time I pulled it out since we got here. There were several missed calls from X, and a voicemail telling me to call him when I got the message.
“Okay. Speak,” I shrugged.
“Look, man. I was out earlier, and I thought I saw Kenya, but I knew it couldn’t be true because when she was kidnapped, they fucked over you.
They took the money, and as we thought they killed her anyway.
We saw them shoot her, but she wasn’t dead Ju.
She has been living here all this time. She said it took her time to recover, and that she had some memory loss.
But she’s slowly gaining it back. She remembers you, your mother, Zel, and me but she doesn’t remember having a baby.
She does not remember where she’s from, and she doesn’t remember being with you.
She just knows our names. When I showed her pictures of y’all she hesitated, but she said your names.
So, when you talk to her keep that in mind,” he spoke.
“Ju, what we doing cause this some deep shit right here?” Zelan spoke, as I was standing there in deep thought with my mind racing.
“Get the girls out of here, I need to deal with this shit,” I said, looking at my brother.
“X, we’ll talk later,” I told him, walking back to the table.
“I don’t know what this is, but I need for you to come with me. I promise I'm not going to hurt you, but we need to talk and that needs to happen right now.” I grabbed Kenya’s hand and didn’t even wait for her to respond before we headed for the door.
Luckily, she didn’t put up a fight and came with me willingly. I glanced in the direction of the ladies and the look on Ciera’s face damn near knocked the air out of me. But there was no way that I could deal with this and her right now.