Because I was a little scared, I called Lakeland. She answered almost immediately, yelling at RJ in the background.
“Hey bitch. How was work?”
“Good as hell. I made a nice amount of money,” I said, pushing the door open, the bells attached to it chiming.
“Straight up? Damn, that’s wassup.”
“Right. Why Vellz bitch ass come up here earlier, right? He on my ass, trying to talk, annoying me. He say he gon’ come pick me up and take me home so we can talk… nigga ain’t here.”
“Swear to God? Don’t tell me you walking home. Why didn’t you just ask Mike to drop you off?”
“Mike stayin over. It’s cool. I got my knife.”
“I’m about to put on my shoes and meet you half way?—”
“Girl, I’m good. Just stay on the phone with me.”
I walked out of the coney into a crowded ass parking lot. The drive thru line was jumping too. Music was blasting. There was a combination of all types of sounds colliding with each other. Some old school, some new school. Drake, Che, Doughboyz Cash Out, Sada… just about everything. So much was going on that you could barely catch a beat. The bitches were out too. As a matter of fact, extra mayo and her girls were posted up, against a raggedy ass Malibu. I’d be lying if I said I was surprised to see her.
When she saw me, she tapped one of her girls and pushed up off of the car.
“Oh my fuckin’ God,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes, hating that I was about to get into some shit.
I wasn’t in the mood.
It was four of them and one of me with my little pocket knife. It would do some damage but not enough before they got me on the ground to stomp my ass. This was a fight I was about to lose, fa sho.
“What?” asked Lake, sensing the stress in my voice.
Sighing, I looked over at them, shaking my head. “Bitch, I’m about to get jumped.”
“What?”
“Yeah, let me call you back.”
I was chill.
There wasn’t a fearful bone in my body. It was what it was. I accepted it but they for sure wasn’t about to get off on me. I wasn’t going to go down without taking at least one of them down with me.
I stopped walking, took my crossbody bag from around my neck and sat it on the ground, next to my bag of food, waiting.
“What up, bitch?” said extra mayo. “You think shit sweet?”
“Don’t talk me to death, bitch,” I calmly said, never with that extra talking shit. If we were going to fight, why talk? Just throw them. It was just that simple.
“Ayo!”
I looked over my shoulder at the sound of Zeke’s voice. He was hanging out of the back window of that all black Wagoneer. Exodus’ truck.
“You good sis?!” Zeke yelled.
I didn’t say anything. Turned back around and squared up while extra mayo and her friends started to surround me. Before we could get to going, I heard tires screeching behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I wasn’t surprised to see Exodus’s truck now just a couple of inches away. Because I needed tokeep my head on a swivel, I turned back around, ready to fight. But extra mayo and her friends’ attention was elsewhere. Their eyes were focused on what was behind me. Because I didn’t trust either of them bitches, I kept my eyes peeled, thumb grazing the cold steel of the pocket knife, ready. Not even the ringing of my phone tore my attention away.
“Type of time you bitches on? Move around,” Zeke said, standing next to me.
“Grab yo shit,” said Exodus.
I glanced over at him but stayed where I was at, still ready to fight regardless of the number of bitches. Regardless of Zeke and them diffusing the situation. I just didn’t trust it. I didn't trust a damn thing. Not when it came to bitches in Wildermere. However, around here, the word of a Christ was law. We didn’t bow down to anybody out here, but they had a crazy level of respect out here. Mainly because of what they did for the community, partially because people knew they weren’t for any bullshit and would disappear a muthafucka real quick for disrespecting them in any way.
