I smiled at her, as she popped another cigarette in her mouth and turned her music up. I needed to somehow numb my pain and prepare myself for what it was I planned on doing. Opening up Shadonna’s glove compartment, I pulled out a pint of Hennessy that she always kept stashed for times like this. I was not big on drinking but, today, I was for sure going to be on it. Taking the top off the bottle, I took the whole bottle to the head and felt dizzy. I threw up in my mouth a little bit from it being too strong. Lying my head back onto the head rest, I looked out the window until we made it to our destination.
By the time we pulled up to Glen’s main trap spot, I was buzzing out of my mind feeling good and numb, ready to act a legit fool. Before I got out the car, I pulled all my loose braids into a ponytail, then clutched the pink gun tight in my hands.
“Bitch, don’t do nothing in this mutha fucca you ain’t ready to do. Hand me that damn gun and put these bitches on ya hands.” She passed me her gold brass knuckles, and I put them on fast.
I was too scared to speak; I knew I would slur. Grabbing the door handle and stepping out on almost wobbly legs, I noticed it already started to drizzle. The wind felt good against my clammy skin. My stomach felt hot from the liquor I took down. I felt a ball of courage rush through me; I was ready to get somesort of revenge. Following behind Shadonna as she walked with purpose, her steps were so fast I could barely keep up. She lived for shit like this; the drama was what kept her mind occupied from all the shit she had really went through.
Taking a good look at the ran down house that Glen kicked it at, I noticed his car parked in the driveway. Empty bottles of alcohol was all over the nice green lawn with Swisher wrappers scattered about. A couple of young hustlers sat out on the porch smoking, as they looked at Shadonna with heavy lust.
“Say light bright… we ain’t turning tricks right now,” a light caramel pretty boy stated as he seemed to be the leader of the rest of the young pack that sat around laughing at his comment. He passed his blunt to a short fat boy that looked like he was no older than fourteen. The whole scene was sad, like a flock of failure in the making. These boys had no aspiration.
“Shut your shrimp dick ass up! This is my girl Layloni and she here to see her man!”
Before the niggas could protest, Shadonna waved her gun and opened the door right up, as we entered the small living room that was filled with smoke. Soon as I stepped from behind Shadonna to see what she was stuck staring at, my stomach dropped for the second time this evening. Glen had his fat ass posted on a raggedy sofa with a girl who looked younger than me between his legs, sucking him off. He was so lost into what he was receiving, he never noticed me take three big stacks off the table. I stuffed two stacks inside my grandma panties, then let the loose Walmart shirt fall over it and passed the other stack to Shadonna. She threw it in her purse. The music from the tv was so loud, my ears rang a bit.
Soon as I was about to reach for the other three stacks that sat neatly on the coffee table, the young, slow ass boys came in after us. Causing attention, Glen snapped out of his trance and grabbed his gun that laid next to him and pointed it at us. Hiseyes were red but, once he noticed it was me standing before him with anger, he lowered the gun and mushed the light bright girl off him.
She looked up at him confused then turned around, noticing me and Shadonna and tried to cover her breasts in embarrassment. The kind part of me wanted to feel bad for her; I could see the track marks on her young, frail arms. She looked too pretty to be subjected to such a foul lifestyle.
When the tv muted, I knew it was the moment of truth.
“Layloni baby…”
I held my hand up to stop whatever sorry ass excuse he was about to give, I kept my eyes on the young girl as she ran out the room, probably to go hide and retrieve her clothes. My eyes misted over, but I sucked that shit up. I refused to allow him see me drop any more tears.
“You and I was a lie, Glen…” my voice went low as I kept my eyes narrowed.
“Baby… don’t do that shit. You been missing for days man, over a week! I just let the bitch suck me up!”
I looked at Shadonna in disbelief, as she gave me a knowing look and remained quiet.
“No, Glen… I seen your pregnant bitch Bianca!” I yelled at the top of my lungs
“Man… I would try to explain myself but fuck that!” He stood to his feet, leaving his gun behind, he stepped towards me.
“I hear you out here running round with my enemy, King? I should really kill your ass… yo stupid ass don’t even know my uncle had something to do with his father’s death!” He spat coldly, giving me a pointed look.
He said it so smooth and evil, the wheels in my headed started to spin.How did he even know about me knowing King?I asked myself as I looked at him like he was crazy. Still feelingmy courage, I stepped closer to him to show him I was not scared of his ass.
“You know what? Fuck you, Glen!” I walked around him and sat on the couch and picked up his gun. Since his fat ass was slipping, I crossed my legs before he turned around to look at me like I was crazy. Glen was so fucking slow, he still didn’t discover the budge in my pants from the stacks of money I snatched up.
“So what? You think you a ghetto hood bitch now? This rat ass hoe, Shadonna, done pumped your ass up?” he laughed, and I laughed with him.
Everything was starting to become comical to me. My pain and hurt turned into hate mixed with anger. I was so sick of people underestimating me and what I was capable of. The look I gave him caused him to stop laughing as I maintained the same smile.
“You fucking that nigga Lay?”
The look he gave made me laugh even harder because I realized that the look he was giving me in this moment was the same look he gave before he beat my ass. Clutching the gun even tighter, my smile finally dropped. He tried to make his way to me, but I held the gun tight and aimed it up at him, halting him right in place.
“Glen, I swear on the dead baby you beat out of me, if you take another step, I’m going to kill you… the way you got me feeling Glen is dangerous, or should I call you G? Cause I don’t know who the fuck you are anymore. Y’all little boys give my homegirl those guns and go stand outside with her… me and Glen need to talk.”
“Bitch, we ain’t going nowhere!” the leader of the young group exclaimed, as I chuckled.
“Yes, y’all are… ain’t that right G?”
He nodded his head, as they complied and went outside with Shadonna. She looked disappointed, like she wanted to be in on the drama but couldn’t.
“We both did wrong Layloni… but I love you and you know that shit ma! Put that gun down and let’s discuss how we gone make this shit work. King is a killer; he is out for blood. What makes you think that nigga ain’t using you to get to me and kill me?”
