A Match Made In Heaven by Brea isome (good beach reads .TXT) 📕

•Ashton•

The out house was dirty , nasty. Who the fuck,even used things like that anyway. I opened and closed the door and walked behind it instead and presses my back flat against the wood. Forget the fact the there were probably bugs , and forget the fact that the wood was stabbing me in my back.

I had more important things to worry about , likes trying to remember all the things I had learned. When we were young , my father had sent all of his kids to martial arts classes , even Anastasia.

She had probably learned the most because she was the most eager. But I learned a few moves myself, and I planned on using them if need be.

I didn't have a gun , all I had was a pipe and pocket knife.

I was so frustrated with myself.

I shouldn't have even put myself in this .

Saphire needed me , and I needed her. If something happened to me then what would happen to her ? Would she care ?

Would she mourn me ?

Maybe. I believed her feelings were genuine but when it came to women you just never really knew. And that's what was eating me up. If I wanted to know , truly and honestly , how she felt then I first had to make it home.

I heard the shuffle of rocks and somebody mumble to themselves how they weren't trying to be in the fucking woods all night.

My eyebrows rose.

I wanted to set who it was, but I wasn't about to give up my fucking position , not at all . The persons foot steps got closer and closer until they stoped a few feet from the out house.

" Raquel ?" that was Nell. He cursed under his breath and his foot steps started closer " nigga we need to get back on the road. We almost there."

He got no answer from me.

My brain was spinnin a lil bit. Was he to be trusted ? The whole car ride he had been acting strange , then that car had been following me. . .

'dont trust his ass' my inner voice screamed at me. My gut was telling me not to trust him. I think it was about time I started listening to my fucking gut , cause not listening to it is how I got in this fucked up situation in,the first place.

I didnt get it though , if Nell was my nigga then how to he do some bullshit like set me up ? And why would he ?

I had done nothing but be cool with his ass. Shit didnt just all of a sudden change. So what was his problem ?

I shook my head.

I was thinking like I knew for a fact that he was settin' me up. I didnt. So how could I figure the shit out without giving up my position or my thoughts.

It came to me.

I would just dodge him.

When he came around the outhouse I went around the other side and ran to the side of the building I had came from.

I tried to take slo , even steps the keep the gravel from crunching under my feet but that was hard when I was trying to get away from someone who could or could not be out to get me.

But I kept going . when I reached the front, I dropped the pipe and pulled out my keys. When I was right up on the car, about to unlock to door, a car pulled into the lot, the same car from the express way.

I ducked and kept my back against the car.

" fuck !" I groaned.

The car pulled up right next to mine and cut off.

Okay , so maybe they didnt see me, but in case they did , I needed to figure out a way to get in my car without getting caught.

I turned my head to the left to see if Nell was coming. I had to do a double take when out of the corner of my eye I was the rubber on my tire slashed through.

I checked the back tire and got the same results.

who couldve slashed my tires ?

From what I saw the gas station was empty , but that didnt mean there wasnt some hick out there with a shot gun that was fucking with me. And that also didnt mean that Nell was fucking with me.

But I couldnt figure out what I had done.

" where is that nigga !" Some screamed from the car next to me.

" he out here. " Nell replied. " just gotta find his ass. And im not tryna be out in the woods all fucking night."

" nigga shit up ! " the other person growled. " I got two shot guns in the trunk. Get 'em. We finna get his ass. "

My eyes bulged .

Shot guns ?

I couldnt waste anymore time.

I stayed ducked down but started to run into the woods. I was safer in there than out in the open

I didnt stop running , I kept going.

It wasn't likely for them to find me. The woods surrounded the gas station on all sides except one. They were thick , and stretched for as far as I could remember.

I pulled my phone out to see if I had service. I had one bar , but that was enough for the call I needed to make.

I dialed AJ's number.

He always had his phone on him.

No lie though , I mightv'e been older by a few minutes but that nigga was a lot more street smart than me. He had been in the streets more and experienced more.

That's why I couldnt figure out why the fuck I went through with the plan of coming. I guess I wanted to see , see what my father had done , see what all the hype was about , see if I was missing anything.

" yo , " he answered on the third ring. " you know you -"

I panted heavily. " I need your help. "

" nigga what you doin ? Runnin a marathon and shit. " he laughed heavily. " kepp them legs up nigga !" He laughed again.

" im right outside Brimson , in those woods about a hour out , its a gas -" beep beep beep.

I looked at my phone and looked frustrated once I saw that I no longer had service .

I swore under my breath. when I got out of this shit I was going to switch from T-Mobile and get something more fucking reliable.

When I heard the crunch of leaves behind me I picked up speed , jumping over a fallen tree and pumping my legs harder.

All the while I was asking myself , how fucking dumb could I be.

And I knew I wouldnt be able to run much longer when I felt that tell-tale pain shoot up my leg in a crippling pain.

•AJ•

I stepped out of my office and made my way to the main area of the club. Seeing as how it was so early in the day, the club was empty besides the bartender and clean up crew. The club has a twenty four hoir bar. But dancers were only dancing from 8 pm to 6 am.

I laughed at the thought. Them bitches weren't dancers , them hoes was strippers.

I sat at the bar and had Layla , the new bartender , pour me a drink.

She slid the drink down the bar and before I could down it, my phone rang.

I pulled it from my pocket and slid the green icon on my screen across to answer the call.

Looking at the screen before I put it to my ear I grinned. I hadn't spoken to Ashton in a few days. Ever since he has left my club with Saphire. I couldn't see why he would be calling me. If he had the girl in his bed - which I was almost positive he did - then he should have been giving her his full and undivided attention.

" yo , " I answered , " you know you-"

He breathed heavily down the phone as what sounded like wind was whipping in the background." I need your help."

" nigga what you doin ? Runnin a marathon and shit ?" I laughed to myself. " keep them legs up nigga !" I couldnt help but laugh again as I downed my drink.

Ashton was a fast runner. But due to an injury during birth , his right leg would go out after so long and the shit would remain useless for hours.

" im right outside Brimson , in the woods about an out. There's a gas-"his voice cut off.

I looked at my phone and saw that he had hung up. I dialed his number again and signaled for Layla to pour me another drink.

I phone beeped and hung up.

What the fuck did that mean ?

I slammed my phone on the bar and downed another drink.

I sat for a second , trying to replay the conversation in my mind clearly. I was trying to figure the quicker way to find my brother. I knew the woods he was talking about. Those woods were deep , bitches stretched for about two to three hours on one side alone. On the other side of the express way were vast empty fields.

'Woods' , I mumbled to myself.

he was saying there was a gas station. I sighed. There were probably six gas stations off the expressway from Brimson to the next town.

I would be looking for days until I found anything.

I picked up my phone and dialed Ashton back. It rang once until he picked up . He talked , but most of it I couldnt even break down into anything that was knowledgeable. His voice was going in and out way too much.

" exit !" I exclaimed. " what exit !"

"ten. " he said something else I couldnt understand before the line went dead again.

I motioned Layla for another drink as I made a call to a guy I knew , who knew another guy , who knew somebody that could get me a few guns within the next five minutes.

I didnt know what was wrong , what had happened or what was going on. But that was my brother , I didnt have a choice but to go and save his ass.

I just hoped , whatever the situation was , that he could survive until I got to him.

-Saphire-

I plopped down on the bed and laid back, my head spinning, completely out of it. Jas laid down across my stomach on her's.

I groaned trying to push her. " get the hell off, fat ass."

" fat ass ?" She rolled her eyes. "