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Cortez filled him.              
                  He decided to stand up and actually do something with his self when he went crashing into the wall. The glass shattered causing a deep cut in the palm of his hand. He groaned and tried to stand to his feet but his legs were too weak to hold him.
                  “Oh my God, Yamin! Manny-Emmanuel, he’s in here!” Jessica yelled out. She rushed into the office and attempted to pull him off the floor, but he only fell back down.
                  Emmanuel ran into the office on high alert with his pistol pulled ready to fire. He and his brother had been ordered to watch out for Jessica and Donica, but after coming by here day after day to check on Yamin and getting no answer they began to worry. They almost kicked the door down earlier, but knew that in the neighborhood they were in, the police would be there within minutes. They decided to bring Jessica to open the door for them and good thing that they did.
                  “Damn, Ya! Nigga, when the last time you took a shower? Fuck!” Emmanuel asked, complaining of the odor that seeped from Yamin’s body. “Knew we shouldn’t have left this nigga alone. Yo, Manny, get your ass in here and help me get this nigga up the stairs!”
                  “Here, let me help you,” Jessica interjected.
                  “Hey baby-” Yamin said looking up at her. A crooked smile formed on his face followed by damn near a bucket full of vomit. All the liquor he’d tossed back flew out of his mouth and landed on Jessica’s clothes and shoes.
                  Jessica jumped back and looked down at the bile that soaked through her clothing. She scrunched her nose up in disgust and hurried out of the office to clean herself up.
                  “Damn! Manny!” Emmanuel called out again. “Fuck it!”
                  Emmanuel squatted down using all of the strength he had to lift Yamin from the floor. He was only 5’8 and weighed a little over one-hundred and fifty pounds, he was a midget compared to Yamin, but for his man he would do his best.
    As he carried Yamin out of the office he saw Manny standing near the front door carefully surveying the package that was sitting on the floor. It was the same packaging that they’d seen the carrier deliver in Jamaica.
                  “Yo, help me get Ya up the stairs. This nigga is dead fucking weight right now.”
                  “A’ight, a’ight,” Manny said, and ran over to assist his cousin. The two of them carried Yamin up the stairs and into the bathroom where they laid him across the floor. They each looked to each other unsure who was gonna take the next step.
                  “Nigga, I’m not finna take his clothes off. You do it,” Emmanuel threw his hands up and stepped back.
                  “Fuck you! I’m not doing that shit either,” Manny protested and shook his head. “Shit, we can just put him in the tub with his clothes on.”
                  “What? What kinda stupid bullshit is that?” Emmanuel asked.
                  “I’m just saying-aye, wifey!” Manny called out. “Forgot about Jessica. Tell her to get her ass up here and bathe her husband.”
                  Jessica entered the bathroom with a worried expression on her face. She’d changed into a wife beater and a pair of terry cloth Bermuda shorts.
    The time away from Yamin had given her plenty of time to think about the past year and a half. After their honeymoon had been interrupted with bad news, death, and lies, she didn’t know what to think. All the good in their relationship outweighed the bad, but she didn’t know if the good had been real.
                  “Yes?” Jessica questioned as she looked at her husband laid out helplessly across the