settled in, I let it out.
“Blunt,” I began. “Do you want to know what caused the accident?”
“You weren't on your cell phone were you?” He guessed correctly.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I was. I had just received a call from Rocco's sister, informing me that he had been killed.” My voice began to crack with emotion.
“Good for him, but what that got to do wit' me? And why the fuck are you about to cry over that nigga?” he gritted.
My mouth flew open, and I gasped. His callousness didn't surprise me. What shocked me was what I had just noticed around his neck . . . it was the necklace that I had given Rocco as a keepsake until I returned.
"What's up, Mo?" asked Blunt.
"Nothing. I just want to be alone. I can't do this anymore. Please leave me alone," I broke down crying.
"Is that what you really want?"
"Yes," I uttered.
"Aight. Say no mothafuckin’ more." With that, he was out the door.
Twenty minutes later, I was still shaking and trying to figure out what to do.
Dealing With An Enemy
Blunt
Fuck Mo', I told myself as I mashed the fuck out. My head was all fucked up. I rode around for hours snorting that dust and contemplating my next move.
I had started snorting a few months ago, but no one knew that I indulged. It was just something I did when stress built up, and I needed an escape. It wasn't shit that a nigga was gon' get hooked on. Everybody has some type of vice.
I was rolling down the highway thinking about my oldest li’l man, Devin. My li'l nigga looked up to me and wanted to be just like me. He was my worst li’l knucklehead, but I loved him. He stood out from the rest of my kids with his attitude. He wanted to be a boss, and only imitated what he saw me do. I wanted better for him. I had to start being a positive influence in his life.
I looked at the digital clock on my radio and saw that it was two o’clock in the morning. He was sleep at Mika’s crib. He needed his rest for school. I liked how Mika held a nigga down, but she wasn’t Mo’. Mo’ always brought out the best in me and loved me when I felt that nobody else even cared. She made me want to live for tomorrow, and start over fresh.
I hit the highway and the vibration of my cell phone interrupted my thoughts with an incoming call. I checked the screen and saw that it was Luscious. “Yep, what’s up?” I answered.
“I’m over Polo's house right now,” she whispered with anxiety in her voice. “Gimme an hour to put this coochie on him and put him to sleep. I’ma hit you once he’s out so be close by.”
“Do what you do. I’ll be ready.” I hung up and rushed to the room that I had been staying in on Old National Highway for the past three days.
I threw on black jeans, black hoodie, and black kicks. I grabbed my burner from under the pillow on the bed, and was back out the door.
I headed in the direction of where Polo rested his head. The nigga just didn’t realize that he was sleeping wit’ the enemy. As I drove on I-285, Mo’s face appeared in my mind and her voice spoke to me. It seemed as if she was in the passenger seat. “You can begin a new life and change if you don’t do what you’re about to do,” said her voice inside my head.
“I’ll change after this lick,” I said to myself. I took another bump of dust and blocked out my angel’s voice.
For the next thirty minutes, I drove around Polo’s neighborhood until I received the call from Luscious. “Hurry he’s asleep,” she whispered.
Luscious let me in to Polo’s crib five minutes later. “Shhh!” she warned wit’ her finger to her mouth.
“Where he at?” I asked.
“I’ll show you,” she mouthed.
I asked her if she knew where his racks were and she nodded her head. She led me upstairs to a bedroom where Polo was in bed, up under the covers snoring like a bear. I pulled the blanket back with one hand while holding my strap with the other. I smiled menacingly when he stirred awake.
“Didn’t kno’ you were sleeping with your death angel, did you?” I smirked.
Luscious was standing at my side.
“You dirty bitch!” he growled then lunged at her.
Luscious scurried