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A part of her was relieved Sabina was out. She needed the time alone. Needed the space to do what she had to do.
“Freedom wants you to call him . . .”
She relieved herself, and then washed her hands. She stared at herself in the mirror. “Bitch, look at what you’ve become,” she whispered at the reflection staring back at her. She shook her head. “He didn’t deserve to be shot. And he didn’t deserve you. Yet, you let that bastard bring you to this point. Why didn’t you just fucking leave?”
She turned from the mirror, not waiting for the answer, and went to retrieve her phone hidden in the seam of her pillow.
She couldn’t believe she remembered the number after all this time. With a wildly pounding heart, she dialed the number; partly hoping he wouldn’t pick up.
“Yo,” came the low growl on the other end of the line.
Heaven quickly sat on her bunk before her knees buckled. She closed her eyes, gripping the cell. She hadn’t heard his voice . . . God—forever.
“Yo, who the fuck is this?” he barked, snatching Heaven from her thoughts.
“It’s . . . me,” she whispered.
“Hol’ up.” There was rustling in the background. “Heaven?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, shit. Damn. You good?”
She nodded as if he could see her through the phone, a lone tear sliding down her cheek. “Yes.”
“It’s good to hear your voice, baby . . .”
Heaven cringed. Baby. She felt something inside of her unsnapping.
“Yo, where are you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Prison.” Where the fuck else I’m going to be?
“Oh, right, right.” He let out a sigh. “Damn. I’ve missed—”
She couldn’t do this—go there—with him. And yet she clung to the phone, imagining his mouth moving in slow motion as he spoke.
“I’m sorry,” she blurted out. She needed him to know that before she threw up. “I shouldn’t have shot you.”
“Yo, c’mon, baby. That shit wasn’t about nothing, only a few bullet wounds. I survived. But, dig, you need anything?”
She shook her head. Yes. “No.”
“You get that money from Kareema?”
Heaven frowned. “What money?”
“I gave that broad a stack to put on your books.”
Heaven frowned. That bitch hadn’t given her shit. And she could have definitely used the thousand dollars. It was the least he could do for all of her heartache.
She bit back a string of expletives. “No, I didn’t get it.”
“Yo, what the fuck,” he snapped. “I gave that bitch that paper over a fuckin’ month ago. Stupid bitch.” He took a breath. “I’ma get at her grimy-ass, though.”
“No, don’t worry about it.”
“Nah, nah…that fuckin’ broad real foul. I knew I should’na trusted her grimy-ass with no paper. But it’s a’ight. I got something for that ass; word up.”
