Free Unknown by Shante Harris Page B

Anger filled my face, nearly churning a red shade on my face. He was purposely ignoring my calls, which made me not even want to reconcile with him if I had to continue to put up with his childishness. Okay, maybe it wasn’t childish since I probably deserved every bit of shade he was throwing my way.
    It was just annoying that he didn’t want to speak to me. I don’t usually call his phone so he had to know this call was of some importance. I tried his phone one last time and got nothing yet again. It was time to take action. I had to get Chino to listen one way or the other. Therefore, the doctor and Brian would just have to wait. Besides, Brian was about to get some funky day old pussy that he had just had no less than a few hours ago. He was nasty like that anyway so he probably did not even care.
    Rather than wait on him to answer his phone, I made my way up to the gym where Mario worked out. Luckily it was one that was associated with the firm so it was easy for me to find and locate. Women’s intuition told me that if he were to do anything, it would be at the aid of his friend. Mario frequented the company gym and Chino would never go to a place he detested alone. They had to be together. I started thinking about how I would get him out of there. In case the conversation escalated to new heights, I couldn’t very well speak to him with everyone watching. The entire firm did not need to know what was going on in our household.
    I turned into the Planet Fitness parking lot, parking as close to the door as I could without being noticed. My thinking was off from the drugs I had indulged in the night before. I was trying to pull it together as I watched people exit the gym, seemingly refreshed from a great workout. Time went by slowly, as every tick tocked on the clock in my dashboard. The muscles in my ass were falling asleep so badly, that I thought I might get out of the car and frighteningly ask someone to discreetly go in and get him.
    A marching band was going to work in my head and I was the damn base drum. Oh wait, that was the damn headache that plagued me for the last three hours. My chest was like lava and the eruption was my heart palpitations going nuts. It was then that I realized that it wasn’t nervousness that had gotten me itching like crazy. It was that I needed to go see Brian about some smokes really badly.
    Anxiety showed me that I was no match for a drug so powerful. The side affects that my body was experiencing were of another world, something extraterrestrial. My mouth watered, not even alerting me to the drool forming puddles in the crevices of my mouth. There was a craving something awful in the pit of my stomach and I could not shake it to save my life. Splitting my brain as to what to do for a few minutes, I squinted catching a glimpse Mario exiting the building headed towards his car.
    My eyesight appeared to be diminishing as well and even still, there was no sign of my husband. My hands scoured my hair as if I was some sort of pet cleaning himself, checking my rearview mirror, making sure I looked presentable. My confidence returned as I exited the car and strolled straight up to him. His eyes immediately sealed with mine. They read of judgment and confusion. Albeit, I had not cleaned myself in a day, however, he was looking at me like I was a old homeless crack head begging for change. He looked as if I was the scum of the fucking Earth, diseased, and if I touched him he would contract whatever it was he thought I had.
    “Starla?”
    “Yeah, where’s Chino? Where’s my husband?” I breathed heavily dancing around in one spot like I needed to check into a bathroom to relieve my bladder.
    “I don’t know but damn girl! What the hell happened to you? Are you okay? Do you need me to call somebody…or something?”
    “No! No. I just need for you to tell me where my husband is dammit.”
    “Um, like I said before, I don’t know but if I see him I will definitely tell him that