Page 57 of Saved By A Small Town Country Boy
Chapter 23
Khalif
Isat there in the rider pickup line, waiting for Khali to come out the door. My mind has been fucked up, from the bullshit that Remedi told me to the whole Simone situation. Now I’m gon’ have to figure out who the fuck paid to kill her.
I didn’t have any beef with anyone, so I didn’t understand who would’ve wanted her dead. Whoever killed her, they were gon’ have to see me as well as the nigga that was paid for the hit.
Khali came out the door and ran toward my truck. One of the teachers opened the back door for her and helped her inside.
“How was school today?” I asked her.
“It was good.”
“That’s good.”
Placing the truck in drive, I pulled away from the curb and headed home.
“You got any homework?” I asked her as I pulled into our driveway. That’s when I saw Remedi’s truck. I wasn’t expecting her to be here, especially after the conversation we had the night before.
“Yeah,” Khali finally answered me.
I placed the truck in park and got out. Opening the back passenger door, I waited as Khali grabbed her book bag and got out.
“Go inside and do your homework.”
She rushed onto the porch, and Remedi stood to her feet.
“Hey, Khali,” Remedi spoke to her, and Khali stopped.
“Hey, Remedi! I have to go do my homework. I’ll be back once I’m done,” she said and rushed into the house.
“What are you doing here?” I asked her once Khali was out of earshot.
“I was actually leaving. I came by to say goodbye to y’all.”
“Leaving for what?”
“The police are looking for me, and I made things worse with you. There’s no point in me being here anymore.”
“They’re looking for you for what?”
She sat down on the swing and stared out into the yard. The wind lightly blew. I couldn’t wait ’til it got cold. Winter was knocking on our front door.
“You know what I told you I did. It finally caught up to me.”
“I can handle that shit if you want me to.”
“Handle it how?”
“I got my ways. I just gotta find that nigga Mitchell and take care of that shit first.” Scrubbing my hand down my face, I said, “You can stay here with us ’til the shit is handled. No one will look for you here.”
“I thought you would’ve wanted me to leave.” That’s far from the truth. I was upset last night and needed time to process things and cool off.
“Nah. You’re good. Get your shit and come in the house.”
“You sure?”
“Remedi, don’t make me change my mind.”
