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“Good. Now try to make the best of a fucked up situation. Write some music. I’m working as hard as I can to get this sorted out.”
“I know you are, but shit, I’m losing my got damn mind out here. I need to get back to my life. The city inspires me. This place is just a waste of good energy.”
“And you will. Just give me time. It’s not an easy fix, Sol. Be grateful the label didn’t drop you. It could be a lot worse. You put your hands on the CEO’s son who’s also the label’s president.”
“They won’t drop me. I make them muthafuckers too much money. Sheets wants to feel like a man and the only way he can do that is by making me suffer. His father only cares about the bottom line. If I make music he gets paid. He was wrong, Drew. This shit isn’t right and you know it.”
“I do. Give me time. We’ll get it sorted out.”
Eyes on the ceiling, I raked my fingers through the hair on my face, tugging the ends in an attempt to keep my shit together. I felt out of place, needed to get back to my life. Making music. Recording.
Luckily, I kept to myself and was known to fall off the grid. So to the world, I was just on my weird shit. This hiatus wasn’t anything new that would cause speculation about the legal troubles I was currently stuck in the middle of.
That part I couldn’t do a damn thing about. My only saving grace was that Sheets didn’t want the bad press any more than I did, so the details of the night I’d tried to break every bone in his face remained under lock and key.
I wondered how many palms he’d greased and promises he’d made in order to keep mouths shut and stories from leaking. I hadn’t given a damn. Not even when the cops threatened to throw me in the back of a cruiser to take me downtown.
Lucky for me, Drew put a stop to that.
Bullshit.
All of this was bullshit.
“Don’t have much choice, do I?”
On an exhale that sounded every bit of how I was feeling, mentally and physically exhausted, Drew gave his final plea.
“No, so hang in there as best you can. Cori’s calling, I need to take this. You good?”
No. I’m not fucking good but there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
“I’m surviving. Just get it done and fast.”
“I know this is killing you. The one thing you’ve always done is look out for those you love regardless of what it cost. This time the price is pretty exorbitant, Sol. Let me do what I can to try and get this resolved without you doing time or breaking the bank. That’s the last thing either of us need. You’ve got a lot on your shoulders.”
Kaliq.
Feeling like he’d just drove a knife in my gut and twisted the blade, my stomach coiled and knotted with the reminder that I was all he had. I couldn’t fuck this up. Drew had to fix this.
“Yeah. Like I don’t already know that shit.”
“I’ll be in touch.”
I tossed my phone on the mattress next to me after Drew ended the call and focused on my little brother. He was already staring at me, body tense like it had been for the past couple weeks.
“That was Drew?”
“Yeah. Just checking in.”
“What he say?”
“Not much. Same shit as before. He’s working on it.”
“He still threatening to press charges?”
Sheets.
“Don’t worry about that. It’s handled.”
