My Heart is A Fool Too Sneak Peek 01

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“Demir!”

The sound of Greigh calling my name pulled me from my thoughts. Reminiscing about that first time I got Lee high, I shook my head. I couldn’t even muster up a smirk, a chuckle, or even a smile. Lee had broken my fucking heart with her stubborn ass and though I felt like I was the only one paying for it; her family and friends were too.

Facing Greigh, she looked back at me with the saddest eyes I had ever saw on her. She hadn’t looked this sad since her ex-boyfriend Deshawn stood her up before prom our junior year. Deshawn was a clown. I don’t know why she or Lee ever listened to me when I told them how foul niggas were. But, it didn’t matter now.

“You okay?” Greigh asked.

I shook my head no. I hadn’t uttered two words in the last hour and probably wouldn’t for a while. Talking to people would let them hear how hurt I was. How distraught I was from hearing my best friend lose…

“Me either,” she replied softly. Facing forward in the chair she was sitting in, I did the same. An eerie quietness filled the area we were in. The only sounds that could be heard that I had been trying to tune out since we arrived were the sniffles from everyone. I just couldn’t understand how something so tragic had happened to Lee. Squeezing my eyes tight, I tried ridding the horrid sounds of her screaming my name while glass shattered. It was as if every sound that came through her phone intensified before it all went silent.

Then, I couldn’t hear anything. Not even her whimpers. The only thing I could hear was the loud breaths I took while trying to calm my nerves. Greigh was shouting and then crying hysterically. She wanted to know what Lee said and I was trying to figure out how we had even gotten on the phone. When I called back, the line kept going to voicemail. And, like a mad man I ran out of Greigh’s crib with her right behind. I didn’t know where Lee was at, but she did.

By the time we pulled up on the scene, the ambulance’s sirens blared through the streets with Lee in the back. Her car was unrecognizable and there was a crowd of bystanders with looks of remorse on their faces. I couldn’t look at them. I didn’t want to see, hear, feel, or speak to anyone but Lee. She needed to hear my voice, see my face, and feel my touch.

“How ya’ll doing?” the deep baritone from a male asked, and I looked up. Esmin stepped inside the area we were in and spoke to everyone. I simply gave him a head nod before he pulled Greigh into his arms while she tried her best not to cry, but it was of no use.

“It’s a’ight, G-baby. Let that shit out,” he comforted her while rubbing her back.

I didn’t shed tears often. Hardly ever. But, I can’t lie and say I hadn’t today. Lee had brought a nigga to tears and as mad as I was with her for breaking my heart, she could have done it all over again as long as she lived. A feeling deep within me was telling me that she wasn’t going to make it out of this one, but I couldn’t speak that into existence. My baby was a fighter. She had to pull through this. Death was too easy of a way out. But, death was inevitable and I could only pray for the best.  

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