“What’s up, Raven?” He spoke to me as he and Jahrein talked outside of his new Range Rover.
“Nothing too heavy. Where my girl at?” I asked.
“Her ass at home.” He smiled and gave me this weird look that made me uncomfortable.
For a few seconds it seemed like Lucky was staring at me and Jahrein quickly caught on. His antennas were always up when it came to me. “Damn, nigga, you like what you see or something?”
“Huh? Nah, man. My mind had just drifted off for a second.” Lucky shook his head.
“You sure? Cause it seemed like my woman had your attention.” Jahrein said not trying to let it go.
“My nigga, come on. I don’t look at your wife like that. I got too much respect for you, dog.”
“Yeah, okay. So, what you wanted to talk to me about?” Jahrein asked. It turns out that Lucky’s broke ass needed a front. He didn’t even have enough money to cop his work up front. What a damn loser. Jahrein never liked asking the next nigga for favors. Lucky was in his damn thirties and was asking my much younger man to help him out. Hustling wasn’t for everybody. If you’ve been in the game for fifteen years plus and all you have is two cars and still renting then you need a new profession. At least play for keeps. Living from score to score is risky and just plain old dumb.
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“You need me to do what?” I asked my son’s teacher.
“I need you to come to the school. Some important officials need to meet up with you.” she repeated.
“Is Jahrein okay?” I asked her in full panic mode.
“Yes, he’s fine, but we need you to come here immediately.”
As I drove to little Jahrein and Jhyrah’s elementary school I didn’t know what to think. Jahrein was in the first grade and I’d never had a problem with him before. Besides, I didn’t even think that this was related to his behavior, because that dumb ass teacher could’ve said that over the phone.
When I stepped into the principal’s office I saw two white women standing in the waiting area.
“Are you Mrs. Braxton?” one of the gray haired women asked me.
“Yes.” I replied.
“Okay, we need to talk to you in private.” the younger woman gestured towards a side office.
I followed behind them.
“Okay, Mrs. Braxton you can take a seat.” the older woman told me.
“Well, Mrs. Braxton my name is Mrs. White and this is Mrs. Anderson and we work for Child Protective Services.”
“Okay, what is this about?” I questioned confused.
“Well, we received a complaint about you neglecting your son.”
“What? What were the allegations?” I asked them pulling out my educated tone.
“Well, someone claims that you leave your son alone at home for hours at a time to keep his siblings.”
“What? Who told you this?”
“We can’t release that information.”
“Well, y’all do what y’all gotta do to find out the truth, because whoever said this is a liar.” I was pissed that someone had called CPS but I knew the drill. When I was like eleven somebody called in on my mama. We never figured out who did it. At the end of the day it didn’t matter because any accusations had to be proven. I knew that this bullshit was a complete lie, so I wasn’t worried.
“Oh, rest assured that we will.” The younger white bitch said tartly.
I left out of that office boiling hot. Who the fuck would make up such a lie? My children can’t even use the bathroom alone, less along stay at home alone. Iknew that it wasn’t one of those teachers because they didn’t have a reason to say such a thing.
