Write About Me

Chapter Twenty-Two: Plot Twist

Man was this a fucking plot twist!

Phabiola Fenty.

"Your call has automatically been forwarded to the voice messaging system. Your call-"

"Ugh!" I mashed the red end call button on my sidekick for the seventeenth time already.

"What's wrong Princess?" Raul questioned as he walked behind the counter to greet me.

"Chris! He's been ignoring all my phone calls! We were gonna hangout for my lunch break but I can't get a hold of him! Like, he promised!" I whined.

Ever since I came to terms that I've wanted to kiss Chris, things seem to stand out to me more. Like the mere fact I seriously can't stand to not be around him much anymore. While I'm with him, it makes me much more nervous now than it usually does. Half the time I can't control what I say or how I feel when he does things. Like for instance, holding me around my waist. If he chooses to wanna let go it bothers me. So I stop it. Though the contact makes me nervous it's good nervous. I never want it to stop.

"Princess, I'm pretty sure he has a logical reason as to why he's late. Chris isn't the type to run late." Raul gave me a warm embrace.

"I just, I miss his company. Is that weird. If I'm away from him more than an hour he's all I can think about? And I can't stand that he's somewhere else, not with me?" I parched my head up against his sternum to see his face.

Raul chuckled lightly.

"No princess, remember that talk we had a long time ago? About feelings?" Raul questioned.

"Uh huh." I nodded.

"Think about it.."

I sighed releasing myself of his grasp and tried to focus on incoming customers. Keyword; tried. Only person I wanted to deal with right now was Chris. I had mouthful to say. I felt my phone vibrating off the charts in my pocket but it was only Trey and Austin. They have specific vibrates on. I didn't have time for them at the moment. Only had time for Chris. I can't stop thinking about him. Even the thought of him makes me nervous. The way he smiles makes my stomach tie in nots, and his laugh. Nothing more beautiful than that. He can easily brighten your mood without doing anything. Chris had something called magic. He used it well.

"Phabiola! I know you saw me call you!" Trey barged into the corner store.

"No offense Trey but, I'm on the job and right now I'm pretty pissed-"

"No time for that! We gotta go!" Trey pulled me from over the counter top, hiking me over his shoulder.

"Trey, Trey! Put me down! What you should be doing is yelling at your best friend for bailing on me!" I threw a slight tantrum on his shoulder.

"The reason I came to get you has everything to do with it.." Trey's voice changed to much more emotionless one.

"We'll see how good of a reason it is when we get there, you taking me home?" I spat with an attitude.

"Yeah, everybody there." Trey mumbled.

"Oh! Everyone's there? He can go hang with everyone else but not me? I mean yes I deserve it, payback but a promise is a promise. I've got a big ass bone to pick once I get in there!" I shouted.

Chris will surely be the death of me.

"Calm down Phabs, you don't know what you're saying." Trey chastised me as he carried me up the staircase.

"I don't? How's he just gonna promise me something and not keep it. I was looking so forward to seeing him. Turns out he's hanging with boys, I'm supposed to calm down?!"

We made it to my front door, and he opened it. Revealing everyone. But, Chris. I mean even Keeis and his girlfriend were here. That's odd.

"Where the hell is Chris?!" I shouted as Trey put me down.

"Phab-"

"No, since he wants to hangout with you all where is he?! Huh? Tell me!" I shouted.

I looked at my surroundings to see everyone's facial expressions. My mother of all people crying her eyes out with Nicole. Shit, even Moe and Austin were ready. Mijo looked cold. What happened?

"Phabi, I'ma need for you to sit down for this." Austin's shaky voice spoke.

"No, I'm not sitting down..where's Chris?" I questioned again.

"Please Phabiola we beggin' you. Sit down." Keeis interjected.

"No, I'm not sitting down 'till someone tells me where the hell he is!"

"He's dead Phabi!" Austin shouted at me.

"He's dead.." He spoke a little more compassionate in a sister voice.

Immediately I began to laugh.

"Where's Ashton Kutcher? Is he gonna pop out saying I've been punk'd? You're kidding me right? He's probably upstairs right now." I chuckled walking out the apartment. "Chris!" I shouted laughing my entire way up the stairs.

"You won't believe the story Austin just told me!" I giggled unlocking his door with the spare key he gave me.

Only to done an empty apartment.

"Chris?" I called out.

"Chris!" I shouted.

No response.

I began to look around his apartment, in his closet, the bathroom. Under the bed. No Chris. I ran back downstairs to my apartment, looking at everyone still mourning. I searched around in the closet and the bathroom.

"Chris! Quit playing! This isn't funny anymore!" I began to tear up.

My heart began to sank. It dawned on me that he was telling the truth, Austin was right he was dead. I stopped tearing and looked around at everyone. My lip trembled. I bit at it desperately trying not to cry. Like a wave the tides washed in over me and I fell the the floor. Crying hard. My body shook as I beat the floor. Every cry that flew out my throat came from my diaphragm. Chris was dead. Everyone began to cradle me and I fought them off.

"No!" I screamed. "I-I j-jus sp-sp-spoke-"

"I know Phabi. I just saw him a few hours ago. T got him. Shot him up. I got the call on the way back with Bri to the house. He was pronounced dead before he even got to the hospital..." Austin's gloomy voice spoke.

I just couldn't believe that he's dead. Just when I was starting to realize what those dynamic characteristics were about.. Just when we were getting good. When everything was okay again. My mind couldn't take this. My brain pained with hurt, angry, and regret. T killed him. T killed my best friend. T killed my everything. My body shook in angry and hurt as my sobs only grew worse. No words were spoken. I jetted out the door back up to his apartment and just laid in his bed trying to console my cries. I could almost feel his arms wrap around me. Memories and flashbacks flood into my mind like a whirl wind. Of how we began our friendship. How he defended my honor at any cost. Getting grounded together. Everything. Having my first chopped cheese with him. They say real niggas never die before twenty five...I guess that was a lie.

This day would mark the day that I died, too. Rest in peace Chris.

I'll see you soon.

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This by far was the most emotional chapter I've had to write. I'm so sorry. I don't know how you guys feel about this chapter as I warned you. I hope no one shed tears. How do you guise feel? Comment & vote please 💙.