Things were changing fast. I was now driving a 2001 Toyota 4 Runner and he drove a 2001 Cadillac Deville. I gave all of my furniture away when we moved into our home. Jah bought all new shit. I kept my Honda, though. Man, you never know. Jah could start tripping, and try to take my truck since he was paying for it. I had to have my ass covered.
I had plenty of freedom and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I wasn’t weighed down with my kids every minute of the day, and I didn’t have Jah breathing down my neck. He was probably out there fucking around, but it had gotten to the point where I really didn’t care. It wasn’t that I didn’t love him; I had just come to the conclusion that niggas will be niggas.
I was the flyest bitch around, anyway. I knew that my man wasn’t going anywhere. I had the looks, the brains, and the pussy. What bitch could top that?
That day I decided to go chill on the cut with April. She told me that she wanted to get a pack. I kind of was in the mood to get fucked up, so I agreed to go half.We were about to go get a twenty pack of cocaine. I preferred for her to cop it. I didn’t like muthafuckas in my business. A few times I had just taken a little from Jah’s stash, but I didn’t want to make a habit of that.
So, I picked her ass up and we were off to Bring Hurst, a street in the heart of the Fifth. I dropped her off where she could get the good. I made a block to make sure that I wasn’t just sitting in front of a dope house. April went to Tae’s grandmother’s house. Ms. Ednis had handle bars, but her boyfriend had soft. Rico’s shit was pretty damn good.
When I came back around the corner April was ready. She hopped in my truck.“Bitch, I got those handle bars you wanted.” she told me as she handed me the pills and my change. I liked popping handle bars after snorting a few lines. It helped me to mellow out. “Oh, and Tae said what’s up. She recognized your truck. She said be careful because the laws been hot today.”
As if on cue, right when she said that I heard,Rurrupp.
The police were pulling me over.
“Fuck.” I looked in the rearview mirror.
“Damn, what the fuck am I supposed to do with the dope?” April asked in full panic mode.
“Shit, swallow it. It’s in the plastic.” I panicked, as I threw the three handle bars I had in my mouth.
I pulled over on the side of the road. I was hoping that it was going to be a routine traffic stop.
Two white officers got out of the patrol car. I let down my window.
“Step out the car, ma’am.” one officer said.
“For what?” I asked trying to hide my nervousness.
“Step out the car, ma’am.” he repeated.
“You too passenger.” the other officer said to April.
We both did as we were told.
“Now, I’m going to ask you one time. Do you have any illegal narcotics on you or in your car?”
“No.” I replied. I was hoping that April had swallowed the bag. I looked over at her and from the look on her face I knew she hadn’t.
I stood nervously damn near pissing on myself as one of the officers began searching my truck. He searched for a few seconds before I heard, “Bingo. We got something here.”
“Who does this belong to?” he asked us as he waved the small package of cocaine. Neither one of us answered.
That’s when the officer started reading me my Miranda rights. When he put me in the back of the patrol car he asked me who did the dope belong to again. I told him that I didn’t know. Needless to say, they took both of our asses downtown.
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I kept trying to call my house, but was getting no answer. I knew that the daycare had been trying to reach one of us. I was praying that Jah had answered his cell phone for them. If he wasn’t at home then there was no way that I could get in touch with him because cell phones didn’t accept collect calls.
“He still aint answering?” April asked me. She hadn’t even tried to call any of her family. She’d been in trouble so many times and they had long since stopped coming to her rescue.
I was having the worse luck. Right when I was the legal age to go to real jail I get in trouble. I didn’t knowhow I was going to explain the situation. Jah had no clue about my extracurricular activities.
I was sitting in a holding tank with about twenty other chicks. It was dirty as hell. There were a majority of crack heads in there. Hell, even Tae’s mama, Alex, was there. Alex was one of those career criminals/crack heads.
Alex had to have been a regular, because she knew every person that worked there. She was giving everybody the run down. When she recognized me she just kept shaking her head.
“I can’t believe that little Raven is in jail with me. Lord, what is the world coming to?” she sighed.
