Page 20 of Dionysus
“She’s a great girl,” the driver chimed in. “Better than that other girl.”
“Other girl? Bianca?” I asked.
The way the driver eyed me let me know I had hit it on the nose. Chevy and I glanced at each other then at him. “Keep talking muhfucka!” I barked.
“She’s a dancer. You know one of the ones that gets half naked on——"
“A fucking stripper.”
“Yes.”
I wasn’t surprised that Dio would involve himself in liking that type of girl because it was his style. The driver had nowpulled up to a raggedy ass apartment building and pointed. “That other girl lived here. Mr. Jackson had me bring her here before. This is where he came before the incident.”
Chevy and I exited the car and walked up to the building. The first thing that hit us was the smell.“Goddamn!”Chevy spat.
We both held our breath as we walked inside. We didn’t know which apartment we were looking for, so our first thought was to knock on doors. As he and I went up the steps, an older lady greeted us. “Excuse me,” I told her as I tried going around.
She grimaced at me. “Fuck wrong with you? A nigga said excuse me, get yo big ass out the way.”
Chevy tapped my shoulder, “Ease up, Zu. This is an older woman.”
I wasn’t hearing his ass. I wanted answers and wasn’t sure why we were here anyway. If this was Samara’s old place and she now lived with Chevy what was the fucking point. I believed we were here more for Chevy than for me. He had to know their background when taking in someone. He couldn’t accept that they came from a fucked up past. It was him knowing every little detail that made shit easier for him. I continued past the lady with Chevy behind me.
“Chevy, let’s go. Samara lives with you now. I need to—”
“She’s a popular girl.”
My head snapped toward the old lady. “You know Samara?”
“Who wouldn’t. The damn girl be in there doing God knows what. She got in a fight with that rich heffa, had to call the police on them, and then some boy with the same twigs in his head like yours,” she pointed at me. “Came looking for her and whatnot. I just don’t under—”
“Lady, you got some kids arrested? You sat yo ass there and watched them fight? What type of shit you on, huh? That lets me know you see and hear every fucking thing that goes on in here. So, tell me what you saw?” Chevy grilled her.
I was getting frustrated by the second, the longer she took to say something. “You were just being jabber jaws, now you can’t speak. My goddamn brother is dying, and I need to know what happened. Now open up yo mouth and talk!” I yelled.
Her eyes widened as she clutched her sweater. “I-I”
Chevy dropped his head. “Ma’am. Sweetheart, listen to me. Help us because the next line out of my mouth won’t be nice.”
I could see her swallow deeply. “The girl had—”
“Her name is Samara, so use it,” Chevy gritted.
The lady nodded. “Samara had so many people coming to visit her. At first, it was the rich heffa. They got into a fight over a boy. Then I called the cops. The next few days, a lady came looking weird. She looked like she belonged to a church. If you ask me, it was the girl. I mean Samara’s momma. Then the rich heffa came back looking for her, then the boy came looking for her, but she had left.”
“I bet that rich heffa is Bianca.”
The old lady's eyes widen. “Yes! That’s her name.”
Chevy and I looked at each other. We exited the building after talking to the lady, before we got back in the car, Chevy stopped me. “I think I know who the girl’s momma is. Let’s get to the hospital.”
We hopped in, and my phone rang. “Sup Foe.”
“Zeus, it’s Dio, get up here now!”
My heart felt like it left my body because the only thing I could think of was that my brother had died.
TAMEKA
