Clown Niggas

by T. Styles

  “You still blaming him when you the one hot enough to wear the shit around town. What you think gonna happen when his body rinse up? You’ve been seen everywhere with a watch they don’t even make no more. How you gonna explain that to the police, Ryan? That’s why I don’t fuck with you because you not smart enough to think first before making moves.” He tapped on the side of his temple. “You prove to me everyday that the best thing I could’ve ever did was take you off my blocks.”

  Ryan looked into his eyes and breathed heavily. His expression went from anger to pain; as if he wanted to know something but was afraid Wyld would lie. Taking a deep breath he asked, “Did you know?”

  Wyld leaned back and the chair squeaked. “Fuck you talking about now?”

  “Do you remember or did they tell you about us? About what happened when we were growing up?”

  Wyld raised his hand and dropped it at his side. “Fuck this got to do with E.M.’s dude?”

  “Everything! It got everything to do with it.” Ryan yelled as he leaned in as if he wanted to do Wyld physical harm. “I’m tired of niggas lying to me! How about the truth for a change?

  Bosh stepped up but Wyld subdued him. “Don’t even worry about it, Bosh. Because if this nigga move closer I’m gonna drop him. That’s on Anna’s soul.”

  Ryan leaned back, stared at him and laughed. “Do you read, Wyld?”

  Wyld stood up. He was getting nowhere with him and decided to do the legwork himself if he wanted to find Dick’s body. Because one thing he learned by speaking to Ryan and it was that he was definitely dead. “If I find out you—”

  “What did you hear about us? The three of us? When we were growing up?”

  Wyld looked down at him and for a moment felt sorry for him. He could tell he was the type of nigga that would do everything to get attention. And instead of love he made people hate him even more. “I think niggas right about you.” He pointed at him. “You gotta be bipolar.”

  “I want you to read the story about Minotaur and get back to me, pussy ass nigga.”

  Enraged, Wyld stole him in the face, drawing blood about the corner of his lips. Pointing down at him he said, “Careful, Ryan. I may be the one man in this world who ain’t afraid of your ass. So that makes me your savior for not killing you…not the other way around.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Ryan

  “I’m The Big Bad Wolf, Cousin.”

  After experiencing a hangover the night before Spyrit was disgusted with himself and the direction of his life. He realized that no matter what went on with him, whether good or bad, he ran to alcohol for his problems. The most he would have to show for it was forgetting a few bad memories and extreme hangovers but it didn’t matter when he collected many more regrets.

  So that morning he vowed after taking a cold shower that he was done with the liquor life. He didn’t know where to start but he began by throwing all of his alcohol down the bathroom drain and as a result the bathroom reeked to high heaven, giving him urges again.

  After getting clean, head still throbbing, he stepped out the bathroom, a yellow towel wrapped tightly around his waist. But he wanted to dip back inside and lock the door when he saw Ryan sitting on his sofa. “I never thought it was possible to live in a trash can until I saw your place.” He said.

  Silence.

  “You not gonna speak to me, cousin?” Ryan continued. “You seem to have so much to say behind my back. Why go mute when I’m in your presence?”

  Spyrit’s heart felt as if it were twerking within the walls of his chest. “I gotta change my locks.” He took a deep breath. “But what you doing here anyway? Could’ve called first.”

  Ryan rose and walked slowly toward him, his arms behind his back. “Even if you changed them do you really think any lock, door or chain could keep me away? I’m the big bad wolf, cousin.” He paused. “BOO!” He yelled.

  Spyrit jumped and almost knocked the back of his head on the counter. Feeling silly for allowing someone yelling BOO to scare him since he was a grown man he took a deep breath. “Fuck is wrong with you?”

  “Everything, mothafucka. Didn’t you get the memo?”

  “Look, I don’t have time for this right now.” Spyrit walked into the kitchen, and tied the towel around his waist tighter. It had become slightly unraveled after his fright. “Now what the fuck you doing in my crib? I got shit to do today.”

  “Why you tell Wyld that I be beefing with the nigga Dick?”

  “Ryan, I don’t know what you talking about so you better make yourself clearer because I’m getting irritated. You in my house grilling me about some shit I have no idea about. I will say this, with the moves you been making lately I’m starting not to trust you. Maybe you did kill him. Or maybe you didn’t. That’s on your soul not mine.”

  “But what did you say to him? Because I know it was something else. I saw it in his eyes.”

  “Just that ya’ll didn’t get along.” He shrugged.

  Ryan laughed. “Is that all you said, Bitch Teeth?”

  He frowned. “If I told him you killed Anna you would be dead by now. You know that shit.” Ryan opened the refrigerator and was suddenly angry he tossed out all of his liquor because he could use a drink. But now it was too late.

  He closed it shut.

  “When I came over here I wasn’t sure that I could believe you.” He paused. “But now after listening to you and hearing your answer I realize I was wrong. You being honest. You didn’t tell him about Anna.”

  Spyrit turned to face him and leaned against the counter with crossed arms over his chest. “I told you that in the first place.”

  “But somebody told him something.”

  “Well you kill the nigga or not?”

  “What do you think?” Ryan grinned.

  Spyrit was aware that he was possibly responsible for killing Dick after Quay told him that he saw Ryan with the dog in his trunk. But loaded with this information he still didn’t tell Wyld. In fact the only thing he told Wyld was that he was certain the two argued constantly and Ryan would love to see Dick buried.

  “Like I said, I kept what I told Wyld to a minimum, but lets talk about the fact that you fucking my girl. And been doing it for a while. But you thought I didn’t know because I favored liquor.” He pointed at him. “The whole time I knew she wasn’t about shit. I just let things play out.”

  Ryan stared at him, looked down at the floor and at him again. The room was silent until suddenly Ryan busted out in heavy laughter. “You got me, cuz.” He raised his hands in the air and dropped them at his sides. “I fucked her a few times but mainly she just sucks a nigga’s dick. But that bitch will do anything to get points with Wyld. And you almost wife’d her.”

  “That maybe true but I don’t give a fuck about it no more. I’m done with her and I’m done with you.” He paused. “And if you worried about me talking to Wyld about Anna don’t because I’m leaving that alone. You’ll fuck up again soon enough and you won’t need my help to get busted.”

  “How he know about the dog in my—” Ryan stopped himself in mid sentence when he remembered he was meeting Quay earlier the day he killed Dick. She was scooping him from E.M.’s and he figured after she called and cancelled that she’d seen him stuff the dog in the trunk and told Wyld to add a few points to her whore record, in an effort to suckle the man’s dick.

  “I don’t know how he knew about the dog but like I said, I’m done with all of this.”

  “I hear you, but I’m not gonna worry about looking over my shoulders wondering if you gonna have a change of heart or not,” Ryan said.

  “I already told you I’m not but you can believe what you want.” Spyrit turned toward the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. The moment he did Ryan raised the bat he had hidden behind his back and brought it down repeatedly over the back of his head. Ryan didn’t stop slamming the bat into his scalp until he saw fresh red blood.

  Ryan pulled up on Quaykiesha in front of her apartment buil
ding just as she was stepping out of her car. “Quay, let me rap to you for a minute.”

  She looked around trying to determine where the voice was coming and when she saw him, she thought about taking off running in her designer kitten heels. But after remembering how he tossed the dog into the back of his trunk she feared he would roll her over and decided to walk over to him instead.

  She lowered her body and looked at him through the passenger side window. “What you—”

  “Bitch, get the fuck in the car before I slap the dick taste out your mouth!”

  Slowly she eased into the car, placed her purse on the floor and rolled her eyes. “What’s up? I gotta meet Spyrit in a little while. He said he had to talk to me about something last night.”

  Ryan laughed. “Trust me when I say you won’t be meeting with that nigga anytime soon.”

  She turned toward him and placed her hand over her trembling lips for effect. “What did you do? Please say you didn’t hurt him.” She was laying it on thick. She could care less if the man was gone.

  “Don’t worry about all that. The only thing I want you to do is take a ride with me.” He pulled off and fifteen minutes later they were a few blocks down from Wyld’s residence. From where they parked Wyld’s house was in view.

  “Ryan, what is this about?”

  “You talk too much, Quay. You talked too much when you told Wyld you saw me with that dog in my car and you talking too much now. Save your breath, you heating up my car. Besides, you’ll need your energy when you’re on your knees for 24 hours sucking this good dick.”

  He focused back on the street and ten minutes later Wyld got out of his Benz with Amelia. “You see that?” He looked at Quaykiesha. “That’s his woman. Now I know you been trying to take first place for a minute but I brought you here so you’d see it’s not happening. And telling him about the dog ain’t work so all you did was piss me the fuck off.”

  She crossed her arms tightly over her body, mad at the world. “I wasn’t trying to—”

  He slapped her bottom lip. “Shut the fuck up!” he paused and watch the blood trickle down her light chin. “You caused a whole lot of problems and the only reason I haven’t killed you is because I might need you for something else later.”

  She trembled in her seat until suddenly she noticed something about the girl Wyld was with that was familiar. “That’s…that’s my roommate’s cousin.”

  He looked at Amelia and back at her. “Her cousin?” he adjusted in his seat. “What else you know about her?”

  “That she’s an addict. But my roommate knows more. Way more. Maybe you should talk to her.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Ryan

  “I Love You So Relax.”

  Ryan brought the last piece of chicken over to E.M.’s plate in her house. He couldn’t fry like her but he was pulling stunts out his trick bag of seduction to get her mind off of the man who was never coming back…Dick. She had taken blow after blow emotionally and her energy was spent but she believed that soon, very soon, things would work out.

  “Now I hope you like my work.” He pulled out a chair and sat next to her at the yellow table. “It’s not your cooking but I put a lot of love into it anyway. Even used the secret spices I saw you splash on your batches when you think I’m not looking.” He winked. “The ones you tucked in the back of the cabinet.”

  E.M. smiled and looked over at him. “Have I ever told you how I got Pointer? Because I don’t think I did.”

  He cleared his throat unsure of where she was going or more importantly if he would give a fuck. “No,” he forked some rice and stuffed his face. “I don’t think so. At least I can’t remember.”

  “He was a puppy when I got him. I mean it’s hard to imagine a 120-pound dog as a puppy but he was very tiny.” She giggled. “Anyway when I first got him he fell in love with my boyfriend at the time. Ryan, you couldn’t tear him away from that man if you tried and I tried a lot.” She laughed again. “But no matter what I did the dog would follow him around the house and not me. I tried all I could to persuade him to love me even some things that would be considered cheating but I wanted this dog to notice me.”

  Ryan sat back in his seat, crossed his arms over his chest and offered her his undivided.

  “I’m talking meat treats in my jean pockets. Five minute belly rubs and more but nothing worked.” She placed a soft fist on the table. “He would take the food and when it was gone follow Bowman, my ex, around. It was like he didn’t know I was alive.”

  She touched Ryan’s arm.

  “But when I stopped trying to convince the dog to love me, when I stopped obsessing over the comparison I was seeing between me and Bowman, I relaxed. And fell into my natural state.” She shook her head and looked out into the kitchen. “The moment I did things worked out and the dog enjoyed being with me. And would come to me, lie down at my feet, whether I had treats or not.”

  Ryan sucked his teeth to get a piece of meat from in between them, believing the old bird had gone mad.

  “Do you understand what I’m saying?” She was referring to his obsession with Wyld and prayed he got the message.

  He laughed and sat up. “I think I do, E.M.” He stood up, walked behind her chair and started massaging her shoulders. “I think I know exactly what you’re saying but what I don’t understand is why you beat around the bush?”

  She looked up at him. “What…am I saying, Ryan?” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I want to hear the words.”

  “You’re saying that you want to fuck with a nigga. That you was feeding me, making me feel comfortable because you wanted some dick.” He smiled. “Normally I don’t fuck old birds but if you would’ve asked I would’ve made an exception.”

  “Ryan, I’m not—”

  “Don’t fight it,” he said before removing one hand off her shoulder and laying it on her breast, before squeezing her nipple so hard she thought he would plop it off. When she tried to jump up he used the other arm to place her in a firm headlock, one that he tightened the more she moved.

  Next he rubbed her thigh with the free hand and snaked it slowly under the baby blue smock dress she wore and into her vagina. “Ryan, please don’t do this.” For the first time in her life she was sincerely scared of him. “I’m begging you.”

  “I’m not gonna hurt you, E.M. I love you so relax. I just want you to know that soon enough I’ll give you some of this good dick. It could be tonight. But first I’m gonna put you in so much pain that you’ll have to beg me.”

  He removed his hand, walked to the side of the table and stole her in the face.

  The car was filled with white weed clouds as Ryan took puff after puff. People driving by the parked car on the street couldn’t believe the man was so bold as to get high in public. “So how’s Spyrit?” Ryan asked before taking a hard pull. “If I did my job right he would’ve been dead but hey.” He shrugged. “Can’t kill them all.”

  “When I catch you I’ma murder you.” Wyld huffed. “I’m not playing. I’ma take your life and I’ma do it slowly, Ryan. I’m talking stab after stab until I fill you with so many holes not an ounce of blood is left.”

  Ryan chuckled and rolled his window down, sending grey storm like clouds over his car. “All of this for a little coma? I would hate to see what you would’ve done if I was successful. You probably would’ve plucked a nigga’s toenails off and shit.”

  “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? You almost killed him! All I want to know is why didn’t you? Why call the ambulance and then fake like you wanted him dead?”

  “Damn, nigga. In the past I couldn’t get you on the phone and now you got all the rap for me in the world. You act like a bitch whose talking my ear off. Don’t worry, we’ll rap about that later but I will say this…you have to divide your time over the next few days. You can’t give it all to Spyrit.”

  “Fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  “Check on E.M. when you get a chance. She finally admitted
her feelings for a nigga but when I gave it to her she couldn’t handle the dick. I’ll hit you back later to see how she’s doing.”

  Wyld breathed heavily into the phone. “WHERE…IS…SHE?”

  “She’s laying on her living room floor full of cum. Don’t worry. You’ll definitely be able to find the old bitch.”

  Tawny walked into the front door and tossed her purse down, her focus on the cell phone in her hand. The music was blasting and she said, “Girl, you better have my money since you made me leave work early to come over here. I was on fries today.” When she bent the corner she was shocked to see the ex-dope boy in her house.

  Ryan grinned, sat back in the sofa and crossed his legs, right ankle on top of the left knee. “Glad you could join us. The thing is, we been waiting for hours.”

  She looked at Quaykiesha who sat so stiff on the sofa she resembled a statue. “I didn’t know you had company,” she whispered. “Why you ain’t tell me, Quay?”

  “Don’t worry about all of that,” Ryan suggested. “Sit next to me for a minute, sexy. I have a couple of questions to ask that only you have the answers to.”

  Her eyebrows rose. “About…what?”

  “Your crack head cousin. Amelia Rios.” He paused. “Now get the fuck over here. You wasting time.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Wyld

  “I Can’t Remember Those Days.”

  Wyld’s house was cozy thanks to the home Amelia prepared for him as she was putting the finishing touches on a delicious Sheppard’s Pie in the kitchen as Wyld walked inside. Giving her the keys to his house and inviting her into his world was the best thing he could’ve done. With everything going on with Ryan and it becoming evident that he would have to kill his flesh and blood, he needed peace in his residence and Amelia was perfect.

  Kissing her on the side of the neck he said, “Whatever you making smells good.” He frowned when he saw sour cream, cream cheese and potato cubes. “Wait…what the fuck is it though?”