CHAPTER FIVE

~ FOLLOWER ~

I had just gotten back from running.  It had done nothing to clear my jumbled mind.  It had just made everything hurt more. I saw my cell phone, picked it up and dialed Kylie's phone number.

After the 5th ring, she picked up, "Uhhhh?" she yawned.

"Kylie-" I began.

"Mags?" she practically screamed, "It is 8:30 on a Saturday morning!"

"Shut up! I need to ask you something." I told her.

"What?" she asked.

"God, Ky. I don't know what to do. I saw Mikey - " I began.

"Tall, hot, built, and blonde Mikey?" she interrupted.

"Yes.  He mentioned Brad. All the pain and hurt came back." I moaned.

"Go see him.  Your in Atlanta, right?  Isn't that where he is?" she inquired.

"Yea..." I replied.

"Why did you take him there, again?" she asked curiously.

"When we used to live in West Palm Beach and Daddy used to live with us, Daddy took me and Brad to see some track event were they held the Olympics, in Atlanta.  Brad said he wanted to win the gold medal for track in the Olympics someday.  He told me that that was the place he wanted to be buried.  Soooo...." I responded, my voice trailing off.

"Oh, yea.  Just go see him." Kylie answered.

"I wish it was that easy."

"But it is. Just go."

"I wish you were here."

"I wish you were here. Are you coming to Philly?"

"Yea. Mid-July." I answered. I heard I knock on Kylie's door. "Who's that?"

"Trina.  I have to do laundry." Kylie told me.  Trina was the Corter's live-in maid.

"You are the only rich kid I know that has to do chores." I laughed.

"Tell me about it.  I'll call you later.  If you don't go see him you be sorry." Kylie teased, but I knew she was right.

"Yea sure." I said as I heard a click and then the dial tone. I knew that Trina had taken the phone and hung it up, as she often did. I turned my cell phone off "I guess I should go." I said to myself.

"Go where?" asked a voice behind me.

"A walk." I answered quickly, turning around to see, Kevin, Brian and Howie.

"Where?" asked Kevin.

I picked up a piece of paper and doodled the address of where I was going.  "I dunno.  Around."  I replied, crumbling the piece of paper and setting it on the night table, "Where are you going?"

"The weight room." responded Brian, as we left the room and got on the elevator.  As the door began to slide close, I noticed A.J. and his attitude were not with us.  Just as I was about to say something a hand stopped the door from closing, and pulled the door open.  A.J. then got on the elevator, as he put something in his pocket.

When we reached the second floor, Brian and Kevin got out and held the door for A.J. "Nah. I'm gonna got to the lounge and hang." he told the guys.  They said nothing and let the door close. "Where are you really going?" he asked me suspiciously.

"Don't you ever mind your own damn business?" I snapped.

"What?  Did you wake up on the bitch side of the bed this morning?" A.J. shot back.

I didn't even go to sleep, I thought.  "Did you wake up on the jackass side of the bed?" I retorted, as we reached the lobby. I quickly got off and headed out the door of the hotel. A.J. followed me. "The lounge is in the hotel." I informed him.

"I changed my mind." he said, hailing a cab and getting in as I walked off.

"That ass..." he muttered before telling the cab driver, "Atlanta Memorial Cemetery."