TN | Guilt - 32

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      A week had passed and everything seemed normal regardless of the fact Syrah had literally got killed a week before. No one had suspected anything and Drew had cleaned the spot up real nice, as usual. As "normal" as everything seemed, it was obvious that shit was off. Especially for Noir.

She had been feeling guilt. Syrah's death could be put on her resumè even though she didn't lay one finger on the girl. Noir didn't like Syrah that much, or at all, but she didn't think she particularly deserved all that torture. If you talked to anyone else about it though, they'd disagree.

Syrah had a lot of "haters", as she would call them, and until her death, Noir hadn't realize how many of them actually hated her. Well, they all did.

"I don't know... I honestly feel bad about it." Noir stated as she looked around at the different cars. "We could've just shot the girl."

"Why you pressed about it? It happened." Dyme said with a shrug as she looked around at the black BMW's. "I like this one."

"Yeah it's cute." Noir said with a shrug. "But I'm pressed because she made you do all the wild shit and walked off, sis."

Dyme gestured for the car dealer to over to them. "Syrah was a hoe ass bitch that bit on more than she could swallow, she deserved everything she got." Dyme said before looking over to the man.

He had an odd look on his face as he looked between the women. He had heard a familiar name and although he didn't know a lot of people with the name, he tried to convince themselves that they couldn't possibly be talking about his daughter.

He had be lurking around them since they walked in, being that was something that salesmen were just trained to do, and ever since then he had been listening in on their conversation too.

It changed a couple times but it always rounded back to the fact one felt bad about a recent death.

"Is this the car you girls are interested in?" Rando asked, looking between them.

Dyme nodded. "Yes, I love this one."

       After selling the girls the car, Rando found himself alone in his office with nothing but his thoughts. He tried calling Syrah but her phone went straight to voicemail every single time. So now, it was time to take it to the next level.

He looked through his contacts in attempt to find his ex wife's, Keeva, number.

"What do you want?" She answered on the third ring, sounding irritated.

"Shut up, woman. I'm calling about Syrah. Have you seen or heard from her?" He asked.

"Not since my birthday party. Besides, I'm in Jamaica with Rick. Why would I see her? How?" She asked with much attitude.

Rando huffed. "I appreciate you sliding that little boasting session in there. You feel you were obligated to tell me about what you doing with that nigga?" He asked.

Keeva couldn't help but laugh. "You sounding a little bothered, Rando. Anyway, no I haven't heard from your daughter. Maybe she's avoiding you like she's known to do." She retorted.

Rando smacked his lips before looking down at the phone as if it was her. "Okay, thanks, Keeva. I'll call my son."

"Oh, now he your son." Keeva started laughing harder. "You remember back when you swore up and down he wasn't yours? Bye."

"Always bringing up the past." Rando said, shaking his head as he hung up. "Crazy ass woman."

Through everything, Rando still had love for Keeva but not enough to want to deal with her shit and the same went vice versa.

Rando went through his contacts in search for Kai before dialing him up.

"Yo, I'm busy." Rando heard in addition to some faint moaning in the background.

Rando laughed loudly. "Is you.. boy, is you doing what I think you doing? Is it that hot little thang you brought to ya mom's cookout?"

"Dad... just hold on."

Suddenly, the phone went completely silent so Rando knew he was muted. He waited a while until he heard the air blowing on the other end of the phone again.

"Alright, dad. What's up?" He asked. "It better be important."

"Have you heard from your sister lately?" He asked, cutting right to the chase.

"Nah, why? She good?" Kai asked. Rando wiped his hands across his face. He hadn't realized how bad of a family Syrah had until he actually called regarding her. "Hello?"

"I don't know." Rando said simply. "I've just been hearing shit and I don't want it to be true but y'all ain't no damn help because y'all don't even keep in touch with her."

"What you hearing?" Kai asked, worry lacing his voice. "And I don't wanna hear nothing about in touch because you don't talk to neither one of us like that."

Rando ignored his last statement. "Something about her being... dead."

The line was silent for a while and neither could find the right words to say. What do you say to that? Thinking your family member might be dead versus knowing they are? You don't say anything in the least.

"Don't say that, dad." Kai said calmly. "I know where she stay. I can go check on her and make sure she's good. Cool?"

"Cool." Rando said, feeling a little relieved. "Alright, I'll let you get back to... whatever the fuck you got going on over there."

Kai laughed. "Mind your business, old man."

The line clicked, leaving Rando to himself. He calmed down and tossed his phone back on the desk. He exhaled and looked at the wall for a moment. I hope my gut ain't trying to tell me something.

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