So Gone (18 page)

Blunt was mute.

He mashed his foot
down on the accelerator, and we sped down the street. The roar of another
vehicle came from behind us. I turned around in my seat and saw that it was the
same car that had followed me earlier.

"Blunt, I
think someone is following me," I cried as we slowed, then stopped for a
red light.

"Why the fuck
would someone be following you, Mo?" He sounded as if he thought I was
making it up.

"I'm serious,
Blunt."

Now the car was
creeping up beside us. I looked over and saw Fabian hanging out of the
passenger door of the car pointing a gun at us. "Blunt, watch out!" I
screamed before diving to the floor.

Tat! Tat! Tat! The
gun fired off.

Blunt
mashed the gas
pedal and blasted through the red light. I raised up long enough to see Blunt
make a left down the first street we came to. The car was trailing behind us. I
dropped my head again.

In a few seconds,
Blunt had sped down the street going every bit of ninety. I prayed that no kids
were in the street because I knew Blunt wasn’t stopping. More shots rang out.
The back window exploded in a spray of shattered glass.

I screamed.

More shots pelted
the rear of the vehicle. I used the palm of my hands to cover my face. My
adrenaline pumped while I trembled on the floor of the car hoping that I’d make
it out of the situation in one piece.

I bent a corner on
two wheels tryna escape the fusillade of gunshots that riddled my whip. At the
same time, I snatched my strap from my waist and prepared to go G style. I knew
that my Glock couldn’t stand up to the choppa that the nigga was bustin', but I
wasn't going down without taking him with me. Boc! Boc! Boc! I bust back over
Mo’s terrified screams.

At the last second,
I bent another corner shaking my pursuers. I mashed the gas and hoped I didn’t
attract the po po’s. I could hear the scream of their sirens in close
proximity.

“Bitch nigga can’t
kill me! I’m a fuckin’ beast! You hear me?” I boasted. Mo' was trembling like a
lone leaf on a tree limb in the middle of a windstorm.

“Let me find out
you tried to set me up!” I put the burner to her dome. Then just as quickly as
the thought of Mo' doing something foul like that entered my mind, it went
away.

Shawdy wouldn't do
me like that
.

“Nigga caught me
slippin’, but now I'm back on point. I'ma serve that ass, you can bet that. You
hear me, Mo'?"

She wouldn't
respond; she stared straight ahead with tears running down her face.

"What, that
shit got you shook? Would you feel safer with Rocco? Oh, I'ma deal with that
ass too. The next time we bump heads, I ain’t gonna be drunk, and I ain’t gonna
give a damn that he’s my big homie. Nigga violating by getting at you anyway.
So you tell him that I said one of us getting fitted for a coffin next time we
meet.”

“Blunt, why do you
have to act so crazy? Can’t you just let go? I don’t want anyone to get hurt
over me,” Mo' cried.

I pressed my finger
to her forehead. “Well you better tell me you ain’t leaving. Cause I don’t give
a fuck, I’ll take yo’ life before I see you wit’ him.” I could see the fear in
her eyes.

“Would you really
kill me, Blunt? What happened to you loving me and wanting to see me happy?
Remember when you told me that? Well, I’m no longer happy with you, and I just
want us to go our separate ways.” She cried.

“Look me in my eyes
and tell me you don’t want me anymore,” I challenged.

“Blunt, I no longer
want to be with you,” she uttered, clearly and precisely.

“That’s cool. I
ain’t no thirsty ass nigga. You can have Rocco, he ain’t built like me.  I’ma
show you that. I’ll see you at that nigga’s funeral. I should make you get the
fuck out of my ride before I twist yo’ scalp!” I jammed on brakes and watched
wit’ no regret as Mo’ climbed out of my whip and slammed the door.

I let the window
down. “Mo’ get back in the car,” I yelled.

“Fuck you. I’m not
getting back in the car with your loony ass. I’ll call a real man to come and
get me,” she said as she walked up the interstate.

I looked over my
shoulder for on-coming traffic. When the coast was clear, I jumped back on the
highway and got ghost with no regrets. Now, I was bloodthirsty, somebody was
gettin’ body bagged tonight.

Night had set in
and all was quiet. I was posted up on the side of her house like a wino. The
wait had already been over four hours but right then I had the patience of a
saint. I waited another half hour, and then I saw them pull up and get out of
the niggas whip hugged up like lovebirds. They were so caught up into each
other they didn’t even hear me creep up as they went inside the crib. Like the
Boogie Man I appeared.

“I told you I was
comin’ fa that ass, didn’t I?” I gritted.

Fatal jumped, and
then reached for his waist. “Too late!” I mocked him and my burner coughed out
lead.

Two shots hit him
in the chest and slammed him up against the hallway wall. I aimed higher and
squeezed the trigger. He slid down the wall sporting a gaping hole in his head.

Chunuchi was frozen
still by fear. Dumb hoe should have run. I looked at her and smirked. “Your
turn.”

“Blunt, please
don’t. I’m your son’s mother.”

“Ask me if I care?”
I pumped four shots into her without blinking an eye. Then I jetted away from
there and went over to Luscious crib.

I couldn’t believe
who I saw leaving as I pulled up.

Now, I was certain
that it was over between me and Blunt. I was walking alongside Interstate 85
two miles away from the gym in heeled pumps. The hike was tortuous, and I was
nowhere near my car.

Fresh tears poured
down my face as I hugged my shoulders and wailed. A Caucasian man in his mid
seventies pulled beside me in an old beat up red pickup truck. The majority of
the paint had peeled, there were huge dents on the passenger side door, and
rust spots covered the entire hood. The guy rolled his window down. “Hi Honey.
How about I give you a ride?” He grinned with a picket fenced mouth.

I shot him a dirty
look. “I’m fine. You can go on.  I’ll be alright.
”

“I don’t mind
helping a pretty thing like you out, and I know that your feet must be killing
you in those heels. Hop on in,
”
he insisted.

“Look, Mothafucka,
now I have told you that I don’t need a fucking ride from you, so leave me the
fuck alone.” I was close to losing it.

He tossed his hands
up in the air. “I was only trying to help you,” he explained and pulled off.

I wasn’t trying to
hear what he was talking about. My main concern was to get back to my car, and
that would be a blessing. I would probably wake up the next morning with two
swollen feet because my shoes weren’t made to walk long distances in, and my
feet were aching. I decided that I had better pull myself together, at least
until I made it back to my vehicle. I was terrified that the shooters might
ride pass, recognize me, and finish me off.

I used my cell
phone to call a taxi since I couldn’t think of anyone else to come and get me.
I thought about calling Rocco, but I changed my mind. He would’ve had too many
questions, and I didn’t want to answer any of them. I didn’t want him to know
that my dumb ass had gotten in Blunt's ride, and his crazy ass had put me out.
I wasn’t in the mood for explaining, so I stood on the side of the highway and
waited for the taxi to arrive.

The scorching hot
sun was baking me and sweat dripped from my forehead. The taxi arrived after a
fifteen minute wait. The coolness from the inside of the car’s air conditioner
felt so good to my hot body. I rested my head on the back of the seat, and all
I could think of was how trifling Blunt was. I didn’t ever plan on seeing him
again. As far as I was concerned, I didn’t care if he fell off the face of the
earth. That psycho was history to me.

When the cab driver
dropped me off at my car, I paid him and hopped in my ride and left. I was
flying down the street like a mad woman. I was angry about what had gone on
with me and Blunt. I upped my cell phone and dialed Rocco up to see what he had
going on. He answered. In spite of everything the day had brought, we had a
nice conversation.

“You want to come
to my house for dinner?” I asked. I was tired and exhausted, yet I had to stop
letting negativity ruin my life. Every time an obstacle knocked me down, I
planned to hop back up.

“If you can cook, I
will come,” Rocco kidded.

“
I’m originally from
Memphis, Tennessee, and my family is full of women who can throw down in the
kitchen. I have learned from the best,
”
I
shamelessly bragged.

“I'll
see if you can back it up,” he said.

At home I showered,
then began preparing the dinner that I had promised Rocco. When dinner was
almost ready, I called him and he promised to come right over. Thirty minutes
later, still no Rocco.

I looked out the
front window and noticed a new-modeled Ford Expedition in Rocco’s yard. A short
pregnant female came out of his house, got something out of the truck, and then
went back inside.

The bastard claimed
that he wasn’t involved with anyone, so why was that bitch at his house? Maybe
she was the reason that he was so late for dinner. I was tired of no good
niggas, and I wasn’t going to accept that bullcrap off him either. It seemed
like I couldn’t win for losing. Things like this will drive a woman to give up
on men, period, I thought to myself.

I’d had more than
enough of dealing with sheisty men. I had slaved in my kitchen trying to
prepare dinner, and Rocco was probably booed up at his house with another
broad.

My kitchen was
smelling good with the scent of baked chicken, greens, cornbread, candied yams,
and corn on the cob. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go over
to Rocco’s house and confront him. He wasn’t my man, but I needed to know if he
was real or worthy of my time. If he was about the games, it would be in my
best interest to leave him alone before any feelings developed between us.

I hopped up from my
sofa and marched over to his residence to see what was really going on. I was
in my feelings, ready to lash out on him for everything any man had ever done
to me in my lifetime. When I made it to his house, I leaned on the doorbell.

Rocco opened the
door wearing a smile. “Hey, Molaysia. I’m sorry that I’m late for dinner.”

“Yeah, whateva! Can
you step outside for a minute or two? There's something I need to say to you.” 

"Oh, is there
a problem?"

"You
think?" I replied sarcastically.

Rocco smiled.

"Is something
funny?" I asked tersely.

"Actually, it
is." His smile widened. “Come inside. I see what this is about. It's not
what you think though,” he said. “My sister stopped by unexpectedly.”

He steered me
inside, nodding at the pregnant young lady sitting on his recliner. “This is my
sister, Aniyah. Sis, this is the beautiful Molaysia,” he introduced us, saying
my name like it was honey on his tongue.

I let out a long
sigh of relief, and looked at Rocco apologetically. I spoke to Aniyah then had
a seat beside her on the sofa. Rocco sat beside me with his arm around my
shoulders. The three of us engaged in a nice conversation about child rearing
and early child development.

"Aniyah, would
you care to join your brother for dinner at my house?" I offered after
finding her company enjoyable.

"I would hate
to impose, but don't ask me twice because I won't turn you down. Don't forget
I'm eating for two."

We shared a laugh, and
then I convinced her to accept my invitation.

After dinner,
Aniyah said that she had another engagement. She thanked me for the hospitality
and said goodbye.

Rocco and I moved
into the den and sat down on the couch. He placed his arm around my shoulders.
“What did you want to say to me when you asked me to come outside earlier?” he
teased.

“I was trying to
see if you wanted me to bring you a plate since you were late, and the food was
getting cold,
”
I feigned innocence.

“Stop it.
”
He laughed. “You just wanted to see if Aniyah was
my woman.” 

I was so
embarrassed.

Rocco ensured me
that I didn’t have to worry about him playing games and being dishonest. “I’m
going to be straight up with you at all times,” he promised.

"I would
really appreciate it," I said whole-heartedly.

We spent two hours
talking about the importance of honesty. When he was ready to leave, I walked
him to the door. As we stood facing each other, he placed his arms around my
waist and pulled me toward him for a kiss.