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yelled once they were outside. She began to walk towards the car and then froze upon seeing the puddle of blood that sat in the driveway next to Cortez's car. Immediately her insides ran cold. She felt so lost and so unloved now that Cortez was no longer alive. For the first time in a very long time, she was scared. She sniffled and ran her fingers across her nose. No one seemed to care that she was hurting or that she had suffered a loss as well.
                         "You know that I loved him right, Aasir?" she asked once he opened the car door for her.
                         "Yea I know ma. Don't even trip. You know how Yamin is," Aasir shut her door and went around to the driver's side. He didn't agree with Yamin making Patrice leave and knew that he was just being spiteful. Everyone knew his feelings towards Patrice was everything short of love since he didn't agree with Cortez leaving his family to be with a gold digger. To Yamin, Patrice only loved Cortez's bank account and nothing more. Her adoration was spiked by money and it was her only reason for sticking by his side. He didn’t care what came out of her mouth, he knew her kind.
                         Aasir turned the volume up on his Maserati and sped away from the curb. His mind was laced with evil thoughts. He hadn't had time to process the death of his little brother yet. When he'd received the call from Donica, he had instantly gone numb. He was only 21 years old and had lost plenty of homeboys but this was different, he and Cort was just 11 months apart and undoubtedly close. They did everything together from the time they were kids up until the day that Cortez had died. His loss was huge, but he couldn’t allow it to break him down now. Yamin would need him and their sister Aucelie would need him. He had to stay strong for them, and wait until it was his time to grieve.
     

TO LEAVE OR TO GO...
     
     
    Yamin leaned back in his chair and stared out the window watching the rain as it fell from the sky. It was almost as if the sky was crying as much as he was. He felt so lost. Every time he tried to focus, he would hear Cortez’s laugh, or he would see his smile. A huge piece of him was missing and inwardly he felt dark. His mood matched that of Mother Nature, cloudy, dark, and weary.
                  He took a sip of the dark liquor, and then brought the tip of the blunt to his mouth. Yamin hadn’t slept in three days. His mind was too preoccupied to rest with all the thoughts that he was forced to deal with. He hadn’t spoken to anyone since leaving Donica’s house the evening he’d returned to Dallas. He sent Jessica to be with her to help her get through this tragic time and he’d stayed locked up in his office trying to process everything. Weed and liquor had been the only thing he’d consumed and he couldn’t even remember if he’d taken a minute to shower. He was truly fucked up.
                  “You get your baby daddy killed because you can’t have him and then you fake a fuckin’ kidnapping! Bitch kill yourself!” Patrice’s words rang through his head. Yamin wondered if an ounce of what Patrice said was even true. He’d known Donica since they were in their early teens and knew that she loved Cortez no matter how he’d done her. But at the same time, he still considered the fact that Donica was a woman scorned and a broken heart would do anything to ease its pain.
                  DING DONG! DING DONG! DING DONG!
                  Yamin didn’t even move at the sound of the doorbell ringing. In fact, it had been going off for the past few days along with his phone, but he ignored them both. He didn’t want to be bothered with anyone or even life for that matter. Taking a puff on the weed, he slouched down even further in his seat and downed the remainder of the liquor. More tears began to slide down his face as more memories of