Hooked On His Thuggish Ways 3

by Prenisha Aja

  “Nah, but you know that we can’t take it there Kee,” Ace said, and I had to understand where he was coming from. For so long he had been like a brother to me and Lord knows if we crossed that line, it would probably become awkward and also, my brother would not go for that shit.

  “You right,” I agreed, and we went back to acting like the kiss didn’t happen. Even though I could feel the butterflies swarming in my stomach, or was it just my nerves getting the best of me?

  Sighing, I laid my head back and just stared up at the ceiling as my eyes became heavy and before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep.

  “Come on Sims, just let me go and I will tell my brother where to find Whoodie then you can take over. Please,” I cried hard as I begged him to let me go.

  “I can’t, I’m sorry ma.” He mugged me as he stormed towards me and yanked me off of the ground.

  Remembering that I had the knife on me, when he yanked me up, I pulled it from the back of me and stabbed him right in the neck. Yanking it back out, I watched as blood began to squirt everywhere.

  My eyes were now wide open, and I began to panic. I didn’t know if I had killed him, but I wasn’t staying to watch. Dropping the knife, I ran out of the front door. I didn’t know where I was going but all I knew was that I needed to get as far away as I could from there.

  With tears running down my eyes, I ran so fast out of their house. Looking back to make sure nobody was coming after me, I ran out into the road without looking.

  BEEP! BEEP!

  Stopping like a dear looking into headlights, I looked at the car in front of me as he came full speed in my direction.

  “Ahhhh,” I screamed loudly as I jumped up out of my sleep which caused Ace to jump up and pick his gun up that was sitting on the table.

  He stood in front of me with his gun pulled and ready to shoot. “What the fuck Keisha, what is wrong with you?” he asked once he saw that nobody was in the house.

  I shook my head from side to side as my chest tightened and my head spun. The picture that I was having trouble painting was now vivid. The car that hit me was blue.

  I sighed as tears rolled down my cheeks and I quickly wiped them away. To finally have a piece of the puzzle that I had been so desperately trying to piece together had calmed my aching soul just a little.

  “Keisha, do I need to call your brother over here? I’m not good with this type of shit,” Ace asked, staring at me as if I was scaring him.

  To be honest, I probably was scaring the shit out of him. Sometimes I scared myself. But my dreams, I had no control over them. Most nights I wish I did, except for tonight. Tonight semi-filled the void I had, now all I needed was to figure out the rest, like who was behind the wheel.

  As crazy as it seemed, I wanted to go back to sleep and dream the same dreams that I once considered nightmares all over again. I wanted to sleep and dream until it brought me face to face with the person that had hit me and basically left me for dead.

  “No, you don’t have to call him Ace. I’m good.” I finally escaped my own thoughts to answer him.

  Ace was still standing in front of me with his gun by his side. He wore a confused expression and I could also tell that he was worried by the way that he ran his hands over the top of his head and darted his eyes around the room before they landed back on me.

  “You sure?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I replied, shifting myself around on the couch and placing my injured leg onto the glass table in front of us.

  Ace looked at me as if he was uncertain and I couldn’t do nothing but laugh lowly.

  “Ain’t shit funny. Yo’ ass waking up out of yo’ sleep yelling and shit. Had me ready to kill a nigga.” He shook his head. He then had a seat back on the couch as he reached over and grabbed the rest of the blunt that he had left from earlier.

  “Yo’ ass ain’t never smoking again, if you gotta act like this.” He looked at me then back at the blunt before he lit it, took a long drag from it and held the smoke in for what seemed like minutes.

  Ace finally released the smoke into the air and quickly took another puff.

  “I mean, do you want to hear why I was yelling or are you going to continue to jump to conclusions?” I asked him, annoyed by the way that he was acting.

  Ace sat on the side of me, silent way too long for my liking, so I shrugged my shoulders and figured that he didn’t care. I picked up the remote and was about to find something on the tv until he snatched it away from me.

  “What the hell Ace?” I jerked my head back and faced him.

  “I want to hear. I just needed to finish my blunt first,” he stated, and I rolled my eyes.

  I took in a deep breath, closed my eyes and then opened them back up. Ace’s eyes were locked in on me and when our eyes met, he licked his lips which caused me to quickly lose my train of thought. Damnit. He had my mind going back to the kiss that we had shared.

  Clearing my throat, I nervously shifted around on the couch before I started talking. “So you know about everything that happened to me, right?” I questioned, lifting my right eyebrow as I waited for his answer.

  “Yeah,” he replied.

  “Well, ever since I woke up, I had been trying to remember what happened to me. I hated that I could remember everything up until the very moment that landed me in the hospital,” I explained and as I continued to talk, Ace gave me his undivided attention. I let him know about the dreams that I had been having ever since I left the hospital.

  “So, you think you know who hit you?” He sat up, interested in my answer.

  “Not quite. I just know the car is blue. That is all,” I replied as I laid my head back on the sofa and bit down on my lip.

  I was currently thinking long and hard on if I knew anyone with a blue car.

  “Damn, we’ll figure it out soon. Aye, everything was good with your peoples, right?” he asked.

  “Yeah, they were ok. The guy who hit them went to jail.” I laughed.

  “He was drunk and ran into the back of them, fucking up his little blue musta…” I trailed off as the same feeling I felt when we pulled up to the scene slithered inside of me and caused my body to become stiff.

  My body became cold. No, I didn’t know for sure if that was the car or even him, but something in my gut told me that it was.

  “Keisha.” Ace waved his hand in front of my face as I blinked rapidly.

  “You stay zoning out. Finish what you were saying.”

  “Ace, I think the guy who hit me is the same guy who ran into the back of my grandparents tonight.”

  The words that I had let leave my mouth, made the room grow awkwardly silent, reminding me of a scene from a horror movie when they finally figure out who the killer was.

  The way Ace sat silent as he rubbed his chin, I wondered what his and my brother’s next move would be. I mean, the dude was already in jail. There was nothing much they could do at this point.

  “Me and your brother will handle it,” was all that Ace said before he got up and walked off towards the back with his phone in his hand.

  I was pretty sure he was texting my brother and sadly, I felt a sense of comfort knowing that I could stop driving myself crazy and beating myself up.

  10

  Jaxsyn

  Waking up to a text from Ace saying that my sister remembered who hit her was music to my ears but when I found out who she thought it was, I got frustrated. The nigga was in jail and there wasn’t much that I could do. Truth be told, I wanted to snap that lil’ nigga’s neck.

  The thoughts of my sister possibly losing her life because of what he did angered me to the point that I wanted to go run up in his house and take his mother out just for the fuck of it.

  “Jaxsyn go, the light is green,” Kaizlyn snapped at me.

  I blinked rapidly and drove through the light and then made a quick right into the parking lot of Kaizlyn’s school.

  “Alright baby, I’ll see you later when you pick me up.” She yawned. She the
n leaned over and gave me a kiss.

  I knew my baby was tired after the late night we had, and I knew she couldn’t wait to graduate.

  “Alright, see you later,” I replied after kissing her back.

  I watched as she lazily got out the car. She was dressed super down today, in a pair of tights and an oversized shirt because I just refused for her to have her ass on full display like that. I loved to see her in tights because her ass would move in them, but I didn’t want her wearing them when she wasn’t around me. Selfish, controlling, overdoing it? Yeah, I probably could be classified as each one of those and I didn’t give a fuck.

  “Whoever that nigga is, tell him to let you get some rest baby girl,” I joked, yelling out the window.

  “Pshh, I wish he would. But he acts like he ain’t used to shit. Especially no fine ass chick like me.” She laughed as she spun in a circle.

  “He sure the fuck don’t!” I agreed before putting my car in park and getting out.

  I ran up to Kaizlyn who was confused as to what in the hell I was doing.

  “Jaxsyn.”

  Without saying shit, I scooped her up and forced her legs to wrap around me. I placed my hands underneath her ass as she giggled in my embrace.

  “Jaxsyn. What are you doing? Put me down.”

  She wiggled and laughed as I spun around in a circle with her.

  “Stop... stop.” She continued to laugh.

  I finally stopped and placed her on her feet. Her hair now had tiny wild hairs going in every direction and her light skin was flushed.

  “Fuck, I be glad when you done with school. You make a nigga wish he could roam the halls just so he can be up under his girl,” I confessed.

  “You’ll see me later. Stop acting like that.” She gripped my biceps as she stood on her tip toes.

  “I can’t wait to see you later,” she said low as she placed her hand on the side of my face.

  Her soft hands and smooth words had a thug feeling like I was ready to get married.

  “Give me a kiss before I kidnap your ass for the day and have you missing school,” I confessed, and I could tell that was music to her ears by the way her brows shoot upward, and she looked at me for reassurance.

  “Nah, you’re going to class.” I chuckled and she slouched her shoulders.

  “Bye babe, hell.” She pecked my lips. Kaizlyn then dragged her feet as she headed inside of the building.

  After watching her, I got back in my car and headed to check on my sister, then to go hang with my niggas so we could chop it up about some important moves we needed to make.

  “Aye Keisha,” I called out for my sister once I walked inside the house.

  Ace had let me know that he was leaving because he had some shit to go handle, which I understood. I couldn’t expect that nigga to sit around all day and babysit my younger sister.

  “Yes,” she answered from her room.

  I jogged up the stairs and I found her laying across her bed, looking up at the ceiling with all the lights off. Not even bothering to cut the lights on, I went and had a seat on her bed.

  “Want to talk about it?” I asked her.

  Keisha adjusted her weight and lifted herself up, using her elbows to keep her elevated. “Jaxsyn, I wish I would have listened to you. I keep thinking about where I would be had I just left that party.” Keisha took a deep sigh and continued.

  “I can’t believe all of the mistakes I made all because I was hooked on a nigga that was no fucking good for me. I wish I could go back in time.”

  I could sit here and say I told you so, but I needed my sister to understand that we all made mistakes when we were young. Some of them were just more drastic than the others. I wished that it didn’t take what it took for her to open her eyes, but it was what it was. We couldn’t change it and the moment she understood that, the better she would be.

  “Keisha, we all make mistakes. We have a lesson we have to learn, especially when we’re young and think we know it all. I want you to take the lesson you learned from this unfortunate situation and grow from it, become stronger, and never, ever let yourself fall into a situation like that again. You’re beautiful sis and you deserve a nigga that will always remind you of that. Don’t ever settle for a nigga like Mama did,” I reminded her.

  “Yeah, I don’t ever want to be like her,” she stated, and I simply nodded in agreement because even though I had talked to my mother and left everything in the past, I didn’t want Keisha to be like her, or I guess I should say the old her.

  “Well, I guess I should let you know I’ve talked to Mom.”

  “What! When?” She sat up and looked at me with shock.

  “While you were in a coma. She was supposed to come up and see you, but I guess she never got around to doing it.” I shrugged.

  Keisha shook her head. “Figures. That woman really doesn’t care about nobody but herself.”

  “I agree, but I think you should give her a chance. Just hear her out like I did. No, we don’t have to become this big happy family again, but I think it would be good for you,” I told her, and the way she scrunched up her face, jerked her head back and looked at me as if I was speaking in a foreign language let me know she was not on board for that.

  “Yeah, you two can bond but I’m good on that,” she stated.

  “Just think about it.” I patted her leg then stood to my feet.

  I needed to shower, get dressed and head out. I had a lot of shit that I needed to handle before today was over with.

  Before walking out of the door, I turned to her and said, “Oh, and Ace told me about your dreams and shit. Keisha, if you ever need to talk about anything, let me know, we can talk. If you don’t want to talk to me, we can get you a therapist.”

  Keisha smiled at me and gave me a simple head nod. I gave her one final look before I left out the room. I hoped that she knew I was dead ass serious. I couldn’t understand her situation, but I knew that it damaged her. I didn’t want her to fall deep into a depression or for her to wild out because of the shit that happened to her. I knew the type of impact my mother’s decisions had on my life and this was nowhere near the same, so I knew she was fighting some demons. I just wanted to be there for my sister every step of the way and help her get through this shit.

  I entered my room, sat on my bed and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I wanted to text Kaizlyn just to let her know that I missed her ass, but the last person I expected to hear from name popped up on my screen. Hitting decline, I hoped she didn’t call back but of course that wouldn’t be Londyn; she had to bug a nigga.

  “What the fuck do you want with me?” I asked her, wishing that she could see the annoyed facial expression I had on my face.

  “I miss you. I’ve been having to go through this alone with losing our baby. Why don’t you care?” she cried in the phone.

  I exhaled and rubbed my free hand down my face. I should have known she was calling me on some bullshit.

  “Londyn, come on man, we both know that baby is not mine. Why are you steady playing these games?” I asked her, and I guess that aggravated her because she began yelling in the phone.

  “Look, lose my number, fuck.” I hung up in her face and put her on block. She wasn’t my bitch, her baby that she was pregnant with wasn’t mine and shit, she wasn’t my problem, so she needed to get with the program.

  After I blocked Londyn, I went to Kaizlyn’s name in my phone and sent her a text. I just wanted to let her know that I missed her and was thinking about her. Once I sent her the text, I headed for the shower.

  I was now pulling into the shop. I hadn’t stopped by since all that shit had gone down after leaving here. It wasn’t that I had an issue with the spot, but I had other shit going on that prevented me from stepping foot in here.

  “What’s good y’all.” I walked in, throwing my hands up.

  “Damn nigga, I thought you stopped fucking with us over here,” one of the old school niggas said as he sat in the chair getting a hair
cut.

  “Nah, I could never. I had to handle some shit first. My life been kind of hectic, no lie,” I told him as all my homeboys walked over to me.

  “Say Jax, I swear if I would have known ol’ dude was a snake, I would have kicked him out,” Mr. Ed, the owner of the building, began to explain.

  I shook my head and walked over to him. Mr. Ed was a cool older guy. He had been running this place since I was a little boy and I would never fault him for a snake ass nigga making his way up into his establishment.

  “Man, Mr. Ed, it’s all good. You don’t got to worry about him stepping foot up in here again.” I winked and dapped him up which ended with a friendly hug.

  “I already know young bull.” He chuckled and then we parted ways.

  I went back over to where my niggas were standing, and we began chopping it up.

  “Damn my nigga, I was little worried about yo’ ass,” Rell joked, and we dapped each other up.

  “I don’t know why. You already know I handles mine at all times.” I flexed my muscles and beat my chest.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. But you do know, it’s game-over for this nigga. I hate even knowing he fucking breathing,” Bjay stated as he texted on his phone.

  “You already know. I just gotta find this nigga.” I shook my head.

  “Yeah, let’s get to it,” Bjay looked up from his phone and said.

  “Already.” I rubbed my hands together.

  We then began to play dice and talk about what we were going to do and what we needed to do to eliminate the problem.

  Shit, all I knew, the sooner, the merrier because to be real, I was feeling less than knowing that this nigga was still breathing. Fuck waiting for the right moment, I needed this shit to happen pronto.

  11

  Kaizlyn

  “Grandma, do you need anything?” I asked her as I peeked inside of her room.