Page 17 of This Is Law 3
“What are you in the middle of?” my mom’s voice softened as well. As angry as I’m sure she was with him right now for disrespecting her, there was still that piece of her that I’m sure still loved him a great deal, which is why she was trying to figure out what was going on.
“Victoria, it’s bad,” his voice was lower, so I ended up having to be careful with the way that I opened the door, only needing it to be cracked a little bit, so that I could really hear what he was going to reveal to my mom.
“What is it?” she asked, her voice dropping as well. Time felt like it was moving super slow. I know at least three minutes had gone by already, and he still hadn’t opened his mouth to tell my mom what he’d done.
“Remember a couple of weeks ago when it made the news about Sevyn, and his wife almost getting ran off the road?” he asked her.
“Yes. I remember that. The driver that tried to run them off the road died, right?” she asked.
I knew exactly what they were talking about. It made the news, and that Monday when we all came back to school, everybody was talking about it. The cameras that were on the highway had captured the entire thing, so the video had gone viral of Creed’s dad swerving his car, and being able to get away from the car that had been trailing him, and you could see when the driver of the other car sped off the exit, leaving their car to flip, and turn in the air, and the nasty, brutal crash that it made when it landed. Everyone at our school was amazed with Creed’s dad’s driving skills, and they were posting it all on our schools messy social media page that was ran by the students.
When I saw that incident, it sucked that I couldn’t even reach out to Creed and ask him how he was doing because he had me blocked on everything, and he made it clear that he didn’t want to speak to me.
“I paid that driver to kill Sevyn,” my father revealed to my mom, and when he said it, I gasped out loud, and I put my hand over my mouth, not being able to believe his words.
“Wow. All I have to say in response to that is wow! Also, let me guess, you did this because you wanted to hurt his son, right? Ever since that night you came home, and caught his son in the room with Vivian, you’ve been hell bent on destroying that boys life. You are stupid, Edward! Do you hear me? Stupid! What about your children? Were you thinking about them while you were out, paying a hitman to commit a murder for you?” she screamed at him, and through the cracks in her voice, and the pitch of it going in, and out, I just knew that she was crying.
“I realize now that what I did was stupid, but at the time, I was just trying to protect?—”
“Protect who? Protect what? Creed didn’t do anything to Vivian. She made that clear to both of us hundreds of times before. You know the kind of daughter that we raised. You know that we raised her to be honest. Do you really think that if Creed had done something to Vivian, she would have gone this far in protecting him by lying about what happened? Whatever is getting ready to come your way, I want you to know that you deserve it,” she spat.
“That morning when I came home from the gym after my cycling class, and I was on edge, it’s because when I got to my car, Sevyn was in the back waiting for me. He had proof that I was the one that paid that man to kill him. He lured me in to confessing, and he recorded the entire conversation. He told me that he’s going to hand it over. I just don’t know when he’s going to do it. That’s why I’ve been spiraling the way that I have because I have fears of officers kicking down our front door to get to me, or coming by the office to get me, and putting me in handcuffs. Victoria, I don’t know what to do. I get that your angry at me, but I’m already down. Right now, is not the time to kick me while I’m going through this,” he sounded pathetic.
I lowered myself to the floor, pulled my knees up, and I rested my head on my knees. I had to muffle my cries, so that they wouldn’t be able to hear me. I loved my father, despite the person that he’s been these past few months, and I didn’t want to see him go to prison. That would break my heart like no other. If Creed’s dad had a recording of my father confessing to hiring someone to kill him, there is no doubt in my mind that he was going to turn it over. My dad had been working overtime for months to try and destroy Creed, so it was a given that Mr. Crawford would go out of his way to destroy my father.
Whatever words that were exchanged between my parents, I no longer heard it because I’d tuned them out. What I was feeling right now hurt more than enough, and I didn’t need to add anything else to my plate, so I forced myself to stop listening.
Chapter Seven
AUTUMN GREENE
It was Saturday, and I’d just pulled up to the hospital to see Kross. I heard about the shooting that happened, and from what people were saying in the streets, it wasn’t looking too good for him. The last time that I saw Kross, that meeting between us didn’t end well. This man pulled up on me with his sad story, and then in the end, asked to borrow 50 racks from me, that he knew he wasn’t going to repay. After I didn’t give him what he wanted, he stooped so low, calling me all kinds of bitches, and hoes, and even had the audacity to pull a gun out on me.
After that went down with us, I knew that the two of us would never speak again because there was no way that I would allow someone to disrespect me like that and be able to forgive them. Even though I felt that way, I didn’t want anything to happen to him. Kross and I had history. Our relationship was better before he went to prison the last time. When he came home, he came back with a dark, evil, jealous spirit towards him. I remember that night I ran into him at the studio, and he spoke so terrible on Law, and from that night, I knew that I was going to have to move from around him because I didn’t want that dark spirit to move over on me.
Just in case he didn’t shake this shit, I wanted to pull up on him, even if it was just to lay my eyes on him one last time.
The check in process was smooth at the hospital, but once I made it off the elevator, and over to Kross’s door, there was a big ass security guard that was posted in front of the door. He had a look to him as if he would tackle anyone that made the slightest of moves.
I walked over to him, and before I could even reach the door, he stood in front of it, blocking me from going in.
“He not accepting any visitors,” his deep voice rumbled, thick like smoke filling up a room.
“I’m not coming to bring any drama down here. I have history with Kross. I heard about the shooting, and I just want to lay eyes on him. I won’t be in here any longer than five minutes,” I let him know, and he stood there, shaking his head no.
“I got orders from Dutch not to let anyone in this room. His mom is inside, and that’s the only person that’s allowed inside. Shit ain’t personal,” that deep voice cut through the air again.
Before I could say anything back to him, the hospital door opened, and there stood a beautiful woman on the other side of the door. For years, I used to think that Kross looked like his dad, but seeing this woman, and seeing a lot of the features on her that reminded me of Kross, I knew now that Kross looked more like his mom, than he did his dad.
Kross didn’t talk about his mom a lot. The few times that he did bring her up to me, he would always say how she couldn’t handle him anymore, so she washed her hands with him, and handed him over to his dad. When he would speak on her, there would be a lot of malice in his voice, so I really didn’t know if he loved her, or not.
“Hey, I’m Autumn. I’ve known Kross for years. I’m not coming down here with any bullshit. He was my friend, and I just wanted to see him. If you won’t allow it, I’ll respect that, andleave,” I said, my eyes on her, waiting to see what her response was going to be.
Even in the chill clothes that she was in, I couldn’t help but to take in all her beauty. She stood up tall, and the long bundles that she had in her hair, she had it pulled up into a high ponytail. She was dressed in a black sweat suit, but it was clinging onto her body, showing off the curves that she had. There wasn’t an ounce of make-up on her face, so you stared at her, and really appreciated the nice skin that she had.
“Autumn, the rapper, right?’” she asked me, and I nodded my head.
“You can come in,” she assured me, and the security at the door sucked his teeth, and he looked at her with an annoyed look in his eyes.
