Once he heard the seriousness in my tone, he dismissed all the other shit he was talking about. “Why the fuck you ain’t have security with her, Ahkeem?” he stressed.
“Cyro was gonna meet her at the school. We just touched down from Miami, and the time was cutting close to go pick Blue up.”
“Fuck. You tried calling her friends?”
“I’m about to. I’ll let you know if I hear something.”
“I’m on my way over to you. This shit better be her pulling some sick fucking joke,” he muttered.
“This shit not sitting right, PJ. Lovey don’t do shit like this.” He could hear the sense of panic that was about to come over me, and he quickly put it out.
“Aye, let’s not lose our fucking heads so soon. Call up her homegirls, then hit up everyone to see if they heard from her. I’m at the rec center, so I’m close to the boutique. I’ll shoot there and let you know if I find her.”
“Bet.”
“We gone find her.”
“We better fucking find her,” I said before banging the line on him.
I placed my calls to Angie and Zylynn, and they both said they hadn’t heard from her. I figured my best bet was to retrace her steps. I saw her leave out the parking garage with my own two eyes.
Traffic was backed up near Saphir’s school. The traffic was always bad around dismissal because of the long-ass carpool lane, but it usually lightened up after a while. I was fucking stuck, and the traffic wasn’t fucking moving. Shit like this always made me want to crash out. This was the wrong fucking time to be stuck in a traffic jam. I needed to stick and move in order to find my wife.
I sat frustratedly behind the wheel wishing I never came down this street. My phone rang, and I answered before I could even get the chance to see who was calling.
“Yo, Ahk, what car Jazzy was driving?” Cyro’s voice filled the speaker of my car.
“Her Mercedes.”
“Shit.”
“Cyro, what’s up? You found her?” I leaned up in my seat as my heart pounded against my chest.
He let out a deep sigh. “I’m stuck in traffic by Saphir’s school. There was a crash, Ahk. It’s a Mercedes.”
A bitter chuckle fled out of me as I shook my head in denial. “Nah, Cyro. You tripping. You sure you seeing right?”
“I’m telling you, Ahk. It’s her Mercedes. She was on the way to go pick up Saphir. Only two blocks down from the school.”
“I’m stuck in this fucking traffic! Do you see her?!”
“No. I’m gone try to get to the scene.”
“Bet.” I hung my phone up on him as my heart continued to pound against my chest. I felt my stomach tie in knots as I sat stuck in traffic unable to get to my wife. The car crash would’ve been the only reason my baby never showed to go pick Saphir up. She would never not show up for him. My mind felt like it was spiraling out of control. The longer I sat in traffic, the more liable I was to do some wild shit.
After only moving up in inch in traffic, I jumped the curb on a nearby sidewalk. The roads were so congested that even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t have been able to maneuver through them.
“Fuck this shit.” I cut the engine off and hopped out. I took off on foot in search of the crash.
If Cyro was right, I needed to stop wasting time and get to her. I could only imagine how scared she was. This shit felt like my heart was being gutted from my body. I sprinted the two blocks, and as soon as I stepped foot on the scene, my heart plunged to the sole of my feet. Jazzlyn’s car was completely totaled in the middle of the road, all the window shattered and air bags deployed.
Sirens blared from the ambulance trucks and police cars that tried to contain and secure the area. The crash was fucking major. It looked like the whole side panel of her whip was caved the fuck in.
“Sir, please get back! You cannot be beyond the yellow tape!” an officer ordered as he jumped in front of me.
“Son, watch out! That’s my fucking wife’s car!” I pointed to the Mercedes. “Where the fuck is my wife?!”
I peeped the officers on scene all exchange glances with each other. I wasn’t about to chop it up with them unless they was gonna tell me what the fuck was going on. I pushed past the initial officer who stopped me and darted straight to the car. “Sir, please get back!” he called out behind me.
