Marcellos
Marcellos woke up the next morning and looked at Katrina, who was lying naked under the covers next to him. He had conflicting emotions about having slept with her now, but it was too late to change the fact that it had happened. One side of him truly enjoyed it since Katrina has some of the best sex he’d ever had. On the other hand, her betrayal still sat in the back of his mind and he wasn’t sure if it was something the he would ever get completely past. The fact that the same man who had broken them apart had brought them back together if only for one night was ironic. He got up and put his clothes on leaving Katrina asleep on the floor in the living room. They had left the baby in the bedroom the night before, after they had got rid of Yayo. They had started off smoking and drinking and one thing had led to another. Marcellos wanted to remove himself from the situation before he was drawn in too deep, and the first step was to get away from Katrina. He slipped out of the apartment locking the door from the inside as he left.
The office would be open since it was Monday, and C-Note and Smoke would be at M’Famous and able to give him more details on the announcement that they had made at the party Saturday night. He first wanted to get back home and wash the smell of sex and weed off of him. Though he tried to shrug it off thoughts of the sex that he and Katrina had crept into his mind. And along with it thoughts of how it had been with them before everything that had taken place in Atlanta that night two and a half years ago.
As he drove back to his house his phone rang, which he hadn’t realized he had left in the car. He answered the call from Jaylene, though in his mind he had no intention of participating in what was likely a call for sex.
“Hello,” he said.
“Where have you been, I’ve been tryin’ to call you all night,” Jaylene said.
“Aye don’t be calling like yo’ ass run somethin’. I go where the hell I want to when I want to and you need to remember that,” Marcellos responded instantly becoming agitated by having to deal with any drama from a woman that he wasn’t doing anything other than sleeping with.
“I’m not trying to fight with yo’ ass. Whoever you fucking is yo’ business. I was trying to ask you if C-Note was okay. I saw what happened to him on the news and just want to know how he doing.”
“What are you talking about, what was on the news?”
“See yo’ ass all holed up, and shit is going down. He got shot yesterday. They said it was really bad.”
Marcellos mind scrambled as he thought of the repercussions of the event and how it could affect Smoke and everything that they had announced, which he was looking forward to.
“When yesterday?”
“I don’t know, I saw it on the ten o’clock news.”
“Shit. Aye, I’mma call you back, let me try to find out what’s going on.”
“You ain’t gon’ apologize for that shit you was talking a minute ago?”
“I might, if I come over later. You gon’ be at home all day?”
“I might. Just call when you think you’re on the way. Matter of fact I’ll leave the door open, so if I’m not home just come on in. I need some dick anyway.”
“I bet you do. I’mma holla at you later.”
Marcellos called Smoke, who didn’t answer, so he called Triggamane to find out what was going on. Triggamane had told him all that he knew, which really wasn’t much, and no one had an update on C-Note other than he wasn’t dead, which would have been on the news. Triggamane had said that he also had tried to reach Smoke but was unable to get an answer. Marcellos hung up the call and thought about what he should do next and nothing came to mind so he went home and got himself cleaned up then decided it would be best if he at least hung out at the studio or in the building, which would increase his chances of finding something out.
At the office he walked around asking questions until he got the whole story from one of the secretaries, which was all new to him. He’d heard of K being signed, but he’d never actually seen him in the studio, and he thought that was peculiar in and of itself. Marcellos had been hanging around M’Famous for over an hour before Smoke finally showed up. Marcellos went up to Smoke’s office, where the door was sitting open. When he walked in the look on Smoke’s face let him know he had a lot on his mind.
“Boss man wassup,” Marcellos said. “What’s the word on C?”
“I just came from the hospital, and they said he might be in a coma ‘cause he still ain’t making no type of response. They got some test they said they goin’ run in a few days,” Smoke replied.
Marcellos hated to hear the sad news about one of the people responsible for helping him get to where he was.
“What’s up wit’ the nigga who did the shit, this K nigga. I know ya’ll signed the nigga, what happened?”
“The nigga got a check and started bullshitting. C-Note went through to holla at the nigga and ended up roughing the nigga up a lil bit so the shit came behind that. But don’t worry ‘bout that it’s goin’ work out alright. I just need this nigga to wake up so we can all chill out. Him being in a coma making the shit way more stressful.”
“Well he ain’t dead, so he probably gon’ pull through, he just needs a little time to heal up.” Marcellos said as he looked on at Smoke who looked as though he wasn’t so sure, and he could see that the more they talked about the situation the more down Smoke would likely get.
“So what happens now?” Marcellos asked trying to change the subject. “Do some of the things ya’ll was talking about the other night get pushed back some?”
Smoke shook his head. “Naw, and if they do it won’t be much. This whole thing is pretty much mapped out, we just got to take off. It’s a few loose ends that need to be tied up first, but everythang gon’ be worked out real soon.”
“You gon’ be able to handle everythang?”
“Yeah, I got it under control dog. Aye, I ain’t trying to run you off or nothing but I got a phone call that I need to make. You can come back and holla at me later.”
“Ai’ight mane, I’mma let you take off then. Hit me up if you need me around.”
“Bet that.”
With nothing really to do Marcellos was ready to hang out in the studio and he had a few verses he wanted to put down, but he had left his note pad with the new songs in at home. He was headed to his house when his phone rang and he answered his mother’s call.
“What’s up ma?” he said.
“Yo’ knuckle head butt just refuse to answer that phone right don’t you?” his mother responded. “You lucky I’m feeling too good to be fussing at you right now.”
“I’m gon’ remember to thank the deacon next time I see him then.”
“Boy I keep telling yo’ butt ‘bout playing.”
“Yeah, but how late was you at service for real?”
“I am going to hurt you so bad you ain’t goin’ want to see me no more, and I won’t mind neither, ‘cause I got me a new baby boy to love.”
Marcellos was nearly home when he hung up the call with his mother and he was contemplating what his mother’s revelation would really mean. He definitely had no plans whatsoever to restart a relationship with Katrina, but the fact the they had sex again would affect their interactions going forward to some extent. It would always be in the air between them. The more he thought about it he was actually becoming upset because she’d had his son all along and hadn’t she did what she had that night, they would likely have all been together all along. He wondered if at some point he would move his son with him although at this point he really didn’t think it was a good idea since he was likely about to go on tour in the coming months. And likely it would be that way for the immediate future, or at least as long as he was rapping for a living. He couldn’t shake the thought that he and Katrina’s relationship would only deteriorate as they spent more time around one another and he shot down her advances.
He got home and was stepping into the house when his phone rang again, but he ignored it because he had already sat it on the kitchen counter and was headed to the bathroom. When he came back he saw that the missed call was from Katrina, but he didn’t immediately return it because he had more thinking to do and didn’t want to deal with her until he had a few more things figured out. He knew that once she was sure he was the father that he would be dealing with her almost daily, which wasn’t really an exciting thought for him. Five minutes later the phone rang again, and again it was Katrina and he answered so he could go ahead and get it behind him.
“Wass-,”
“Marcellos help me!” Katrina cried frantically into the phone. “Oh my god, he’s crazy.”
Since Marcellos now knew that Kaylin was his son he was fully concerned. “What’s happening?”
“He’s chasing me. I got the baby. He’s ramming the car. Oh my god, please stop. Help us.”
“Shit. Where are you?”
“I’m driving down---“
Marcellos could only hear a sound of crashing metal, but he could also still hear Katrina and now Kaylin’s cries. She had dropped the phone and obviously couldn’t reach it. Marcellos could only listen on as Katrina screamed loudly and the phone went out. Marcellos wasn’t sure what to think as he listened to the phone, which was now dead. He finally came out of his trance, wondering why Katrina hadn’t called the police instead of him, and what had really happened to her and his son. He finally tried to call her phone back, but there was no service.
Marcellos stood and went back into the kitchen to get his keys and headed to his car though he had no idea where to go or what to do. He finally dialed 911 and told them what happened and the operator told him it would be difficult to find her location since cell phones were difficult to pinpoint a location for. He got in his car though he still didn’t know were he was going. His first thought told him to go to Katrina’s apartment, but there was no promise that she was anywhere near there since she had been in a car chase. Marcellos prayed that things weren’t as bad as it seemed in his mind, and hoped that the wreck wasn’t as bad as it sounded on the phone. Sitting in his car, which was now running, he still couldn’t calm down enough to think clearly so he called his mother back and explained what he had just heard on the phone.
“Well, you don’t know exactly what happened yet, so the best thing you could do is get to a police station, since an accident would have been reported by someone. If not, they have ways to find peoples’ cars. Some kind of way I saw on CSI,” his mother said.
Dealing with the police face to face was never something that Marcellos had liked so that was an option , but he didn’t want it to be his first . He instead thought it would be better to go to the nearest hospital to Katrina’s place. He thought that if the accident was as bad as it sounded they would rush her to the nearest hospital there was. He only hoped that Katrina, and more importantly Kaylin would be there and okay.
Marcellos continued to talk to his mother until he reached the hospital since he wanted to be able to clearly communicate with whoever he talked to. He spoke to one of the women at the receptionist station, but he found out that there hadn’t been any accident victims reported as coming in within the last hour. He left the hospital wondering what he should do next and the only thing that came to mind was his mother’s suggestion.
Instead of driving halfway across town and then possibly getting the same response as he had received at the hospital, he instead found the number for non-emergency calls to the police station on his phone. After waiting ten minutes, he learned that a call had been reported about thirty to forty minutes ago and where that accident had been. Though the location wasn’t exactly close to where Katrina live, he knew that she hadn’t necessary been near her apartment, plus he couldn’t be still if he wanted to his nerves were so bad.
With nothing else to do he jumped back in his car and sped to the scene of the reported accident, which was about six miles from where he was. When he arrived he was terrified to see a car that looked like Katrina’s, but it was terribly mangled along with another car on the highway. He looked at the carnage of the scene and could see where the cars had crashed through a barrier from a bridge above and fell down some thrirty or forty feet. He didn’t believe that anyone could have survived the fall especially in the condition the two cars were in. He got out of his car and walked down to get a closer look and he was now certain that the car was Katrina’s. Marcellos approached the crowd of officers and emergency personnel who were moving around the scene and he was stopped by an officer who was moving towards him.
“Excuse me sir, but you need to get back in your car and move along,” the black female officer said.
“That might be people I know who were in the wreck. I need to kow for certain,” Marcellos responded. “Was there a woman and a small boy in the blue car?”
“Are you the father or the husband?”
That one question brought emotions to Marcellos that he hadn’t expected and he only nodded his head.
“Yes, there was a boy and a woman in the car. We pulled them out, but I’m afraid they didn’t make it sir. I’m truly sorry for your loss.”
Marcellos stood in disbelief that his life could have dramatically changed in a matter of a few hours. He had went from denying the boy and then was happy to find ou that he was actually his, and now he was gone in the blink of an eye.
“They’re transporting both bodies to the Med, but that’s just procedure,” the officer said. “You can go there to get a positive identification.
Though in a state of disarray emotionally, Marcellos grasped that the officer had said only two bodies were headed to the Med.
“What about the person in the other car?” Marcellos asked the officer.
“Some kind of way the he’s survived though he’s banged up really bad. They just finished pryng him from his car and they’re trying to stabilize him before they ship him to the Med himself.”
Marcellos had never understood his entire life how sometime the people who did the worse things managed to walk away from them. He left the officer and went back to his car and shortly returned and found the officer he had spoken to.
“Excuse me, I didn’t want to say at first, but we’re all related. Could I just let him see my face?
The officer gave him a curious look, but then one of sympathy and motioned for Marcellos to follow her. Yayo was on stretcher with EMP’s working over him and the officer stopped Marcellos from getting any closer. Marcellos suddenly forcefully pushed the officer to the ground, then pulled his gun and shot Yayo.