Another Rumble

by Skyy, Rayven

  I followed Sabrina back to her house from the barbershop. Her crib is a definite downgrade. Milk ought to be ashamed of himself. Well, no time like the present. I’m sure Milk is on his way.

  Role Play!

  I had to hit a few stores earlier today to calm my nerves. He hasn’t answered my calls or been to the shop since I last saw him at hospital, and it’s starting to piss me off. I knew he spent most of his time at his barbershop on Princess Anne Road. I went up there to see him but he wasn’t there. I’m just going to give him a little bit more time. Eventually has to come around.

  I was in my walk-in closet hanging up my new clothes when I heard the door close. I knew his ass would come to my house sooner or later. I walked out of my room and stood at the top of the stairs.

  “Milk?” He didn’t answer me. “Milk...” I called his name again and he still didn’t answer me. Maybe that was the TV I heard. I went back in my room to finish hanging up my clothes. I dropped one of the dresses on the floor and when I bent down to pick it up, I saw that there was somebody behind me.

  Oh, he must want to role play.

  I took the robe I was wearing off and let it fall on the floor. I didn’t have anything on under-neath and I know Milk was looking at my ass. I bent over so he could see my pussy and he could really get into character.

  “Nice. Real nice.”

  That wasn’t Milk’s voice. I grabbed my robe and covered myself. Then I turned around.

  “Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?”

  “It looks like I got the wrong house. I must have gotten you mixed up with somebody else.” He licked his lips.

  “Okay, now would you please get the fuck out!” I yelled.

  “Yeah, after we get to know each other a little better,” he said, and then held up a knife.

  “Please don’t hurt me… You can take anything you want, just please don’t hurt me!” I started backing up in the closet.

  “You look familiar to me, shawty,” he said and looked at me funny. The last thing I wanted to hear right now was him tell me that I looked like Sabrina.

  “I have two thousand dollars in my purse. Take it. Take anything you want, but please don’t hurt me.” I was still slowly backing away.

  “You from Florida ain’t you?” I didn’t say anything. “You Breon girl. You don’t remember me?” I shook my head no. “Naw, you wouldn’t. You were always too good to speak to me.”

  “What do you want?”

  “Well, since you asked. How about some pussy?”

  “I have jewelry, purses, dope… you can have it all.”

  “I already told you what I wanted, shawty.” I started crying.

  “Please don’t,” I begged.

  “Drop that robe.” He licked his lips again.

  I still slowly backed up as he started to walk towards me. I was almost at the wall of the closet when I remembered the gun was on the top shelf. Milk had given it to me when I moved into the house for protection. I told him at the time that I didn’t need a gun, but he insisted that I keep it. My back was up against the wall now in more ways than one. Either he is going to kill me, or I am going to kill him. I reached up, grabbed the gun, and without thinking I pulled the trigger. He dropped down to his knees and started to crawl towards me, so I shot him again.

  Lightweight!

  I called Maine and told me to meet me at Sabrina’s house. When I pulled up I saw him coming from the backyard. I threw my truck in park without stopping, grabbed my gun, got out of the truck, and walked over to Maine.

  “What’s up?”

  “Sabrina in the house with the baby. I ain’t see nobody out here when I pulled up.”

  “How long you been here?” I asked him.

  “Shit, ‘bout twenty minutes.”

  I scanned the neighborhood to see if I saw anything out of the ordinary. Just then, Sabrina walked out of the house carrying the baby, and Ladybug was behind her.

  “Where you ‘bout to go?” I walked over to her.

  “I’m going to take Aleeaha home. What’s wrong?” Sabrina looked down at the gun in my hand. I tucked it inside my pants.

  “What’s wrong with yo’ phone?” I asked her.

  “I turned it off, why?”

  “Maine, follow them to her sister house,” I looked at Maine, then back to Sabrina. “Stay at Stephanie house until I come get you.”

  “Milk what’s go-…”

  “Sabrina, what I tell you ‘bout that. Just please do what I said.”

  “Okay,” she said and walked away.

  “Let me talk to you for a second Bug.” Sabrina stopped and turned around. “Go ‘head, she coming,” I told her.

  “Yes sir?”

  “Who you call from my phone?” She put her head down. “Where you meet that nigga at?” She didn’t say anything. “Bug, you hear me talking to you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Answer me then. How you know Gee?”

  “I met him at your house.”

  “Met him at my house when?” I wrinkled up my face.

  “Last summer,” she said, then looked up at me.

  “Why you ain’t tell me he came at you like that, Bug?”

  “He told me not too. He said that you would be mad at us if you knew he was my boyfriend.”

  “Bug, he ain’t yo’ boyfriend, baby. You should have told me.”

  “I’m sorry.” She looked away timidly.

  “Did you tell him where Sabrina lived at?”

  “No,” she shook her head after answering.

  “Bug, don’t lie to me.” I looked at her with a stern face.

  “I swear, I didn’t Unc.”

  “Was he the one who checked you out of school?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s who you got all that money from too, ain’t it?”

  “Yes sir.”

  “A’ight, go ‘head and get in the car with your Aunt Sabrina. We ain’t finished talking, you hear me?”

  “Yes, sir.” I walked back over to Maine.

  “Follow them and I’mma’ get with you in a little bit. Get us a room to stay in tonight and I’ll catch up with you later.”

  When I got back in my truck my cell phone was ringing and it was Nicole. She was hollering and screaming so much that I couldn’t understand what she was saying. Nicole said somebody had broken into her house, so she shot them. She said she was too afraid to call the police and I told her I was on my way. I already knew who had broken into her house. Gremlin.

  When I got to Nicole’s house she was in the corner of her closet, and she still had the gun in her hand. I told her to go take a shower and put the robe she was wearing in a plastic bag. I called Maine and told him to meet me at Nicole’s house and for him to bring Lee with him so they could get rid of the body. I turned Gremlin over, and his eyes were still open. He must have seen Nicole some-where and thought she was Sabrina, and then

  followed her home. How ironic. Nicole took care of my lightweight.

  Happy Birthday!

  After we spent the night in the hotel the next day Milk moved me and the baby back into the house, and so far things have been good despite the fact that Nicole is pregnant and due any day now. Milk and I were already living together for a month when Nicole told Milk she was pregnant. At least he didn’t try and hide this one from me, and really, what could I say? We were not together then. I told Milk if I even thought he was breathing on her I was leaving him for good.

  Today is Saysha’s first birthday and Milk and I are having a party for her in our backyard. I put Juju in charge of decorations and he went Dora crazy. I know Milk must have spent over ten grand on Saysha’s party. I started to tell him he was going a little overboard, but he wouldn’t have listened to me anyway. Our backyard looks like an amusement park. He even got ponies for the kids to ride and take pictures on. My momma and Aunt Neicy cooked all the food and Stephanie even came. Aleeaha miscarried in her sixth month, which was probably for the best.

/>   I was about to walk out of the kitchen with Saysha’s cake so we could sing Happy Birthday to her, and I almost bumped into Juju.

  “Juju, if I had dropped this cake…”

  “Sabrina the FBI just pulled up,” he said out of breathe.

  “Juju, I ain’t got time to play with you.”

  “Sabrina, I’m not playing. Look,” he said and pointed to the window.

  I turned around and saw four white vans parked in the driveway. People wearing yellow jackets were walking towards the house. I sat the cake down on the counter and ran out the backdoor. Milk was already in handcuffs and being led out of the yard.

  “Call Dap, Sabrina,” Milk said.

  I was in shock and couldn’t move. When I heard Saysha crying, I knew they had taken Milk from the backyard. She cries like that when her daddy is out of her sight. Everything was moving in slow motion and everybody sounded like robots to me. Two women were standing in front of me now. I just stood there and looked at them without saying anything. One of the women took my arm and put it behind my back. It wasn’t until I was in handcuffs that I realized I was being arrested, too.

  Be Easy!

  Damn. Why did that shit have to happen on my baby’s birthday? The day she came into this world? Shit was fucked up. Now look at this bullshit that happened on her next born day.

  Well y’all, this is the time of year in Virginia that indictments are rolled out. One by one they been rounding niggas up. There seems to be an epidemic called snitching that’s going around, and a lot of niggas is catching it and wearing the title like it’s a badge of honor. I call them New Millennium Hustlers because before 2000 snitching was unheard of. I took the heat for everything so that Sabrina could be released.

  The Feds seized everything. House, cars, furniture, bank accounts, everything, but because I know how shit go down in the Commonwealth State of Virginia, I was somewhat prepared. Thanks to my l awyer when it was all said and done I was only sentenced to a year in prison, and I can do that shit with my hands tied.

  The hard part is going to be dealing with Sabrina and Nicole because they are already going at it. Oh, shit. I forgot to tell you. Nicole had a boy. Milton Antonio Woodhouse Jr., and don’t worry, he’s mine. You know I wasn’t going to claim anybody until I got my finger pricked.

  Well, I guess this is goodbye for now, but only until we talk again. You know how Rayven’s nosey ass gets down. Until then, be easy.

  Can’t Let Go!

  I think during those three months I was in jail I was going through the ‘do right’ phase. What’s the ‘do right’ phase? It’s when you’re locked up, with nowhere to go, and terribly regretting the shit you did to get yourself locked up in the first place. You think about all of the things you missed out on by being locked up, and you make a vow to yourself that as soon as you are free you’re going to do right.

  I left Texas after a month and went back to Florida. My life as an average Joe was not fulfilling to me. As much as I tried to stay away, the streets where calling me. Not only that, there was something else missing in my life. Sabrina. Now that I have cleaned up Gremlin’s mess on the streets, I’m going back up to Virginia. I don’t know what Sabrina did to me, but for some reason I can’t let go.

  Coming 2012

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