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Chapter Eight- Act to React
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Starts off like a small town marriage
Lovely life and wife…baby carriage
All the stars of course, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce…
Hollywood divorce
It never stops…
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I was horribly distracted by Huey the other day…but hey, it did make me feel better. If I hadn't had my…little alone time with him, I would have seen Alice yesterday. I was going to tell her today. Mom…no…Sarah has still been cheating and has yet to tell father. As I went down stairs, I saw her sitting alone reading in the living room. I walked up to her, placing my hand on my hip.
"Are you going to tell him, or should I?" I threatened.
"Jasmine please…I don't want to break this family apart."
"That's already been done; I mean you already wrecked someone else life. If you don't tell him…I will." I turned on my heels and left. I walked down to Alice's house. When I knocked, her mother smiled warmly at me.
"Hey Jazzy, how's it been?" she let me in.
"I'm good Ms. Stone, and you?"
"Oh, I've been better, say…can I ask you something?"
"Sure?"
"Is Riley still friends with Alice? It's been a really long time since I first saw him…and I could sense things were weird between them for a while."
"Oh, they cool now, he's just been busy lately." I grinned when I saw Alice walk out her room.
"Jazz! Hey, c'mon up." She walked back, nodding at Ms. Stone; I trudged up the stairs to find Alice drawing in her bed.
"Hey lil bit, what you been up to?"
"Just drawing, talked to Riley today, he stays busy on Saturdays, so he'll come to see me tomorrow." I wanted to snort. Yeah, he's busy doing shit he has no business doing. I sighed.
"Yeah so anyways, Alice, I have something to tell you, it's bad." She looked at me and pushed her glasses up, which were sliding down.
"What? Caesar's still mad at me?" Huh? What?
"Uh…I don't know?" I asked in confusion. Alice raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, so he didn't tell any of you guys. Well…he and I had a spat yesterday…it was about Riley."
"Whaaa?" I shook my head. No! I was being distracted again! FOCUS JASMINE!
"He'll survive," I waved my hand back and forth, "What I have to tell you are far more important." I sighed and looked away.
"My mom is cheating on my father…" I said.
"Wow, I can so relate…I'm so sorry Jasmine."
"….with your dad."
"...the fuck?"
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"Nah nigga! I don't want any damn iron board! The FUCK do I need an iron board for?" Ortese yelled at the crackhead. He had no funds, so out of no where his ass came with an iron board. Crackheads amaze me sometimes; they get the most random shit to trade with if they didn't have the money. We were in the alleys way down towards the back so no one could see our transaction.
"Please! Please! You can use it as a surfboard! C'mon man." I bust out laughing.
"You gon' go surfing today nigga?" I laughed. The crackhead was twitching and scratching his head back and forth.
"Please…c'mon…hook me up."
"Nah nigga you assed out!" Ortese pushed him to the ground. "C'mon Riley, this nigga wastin our time." We walked over him…no literally, we walked on his ass." We got a clean $8000, $4000 a piece in coke sales today, pretty slow. It wasn't even late out. I could probably see Alice today after all, but work has to come first, I can't be slippin on my hustle. We walked back over to his house. I saw that Cindy chick sitting on the couch, watching TV. She turned to us.
"Hay dope boys, ya'll make any paper today?"
"Yea you know it, where Cass at?" Ortese asked.
"She went up the street for some cookies." She looked at me and made a face.
"Nigga you can't talk?"
"Why you always gotta be sweatin a nigga? Hey, there! Damn!" I laughed. She was a feisty little white girl. She just laughed.
"Terrence in the back waitin on ya'll…he seemed pissed about somethin." I turned to her fully.
"Pissed about what?" I asked. She winked.
"Kiss me and I'll tell you."
"Nigga, I don't have time to play with you!" I followed Ortese to his brother's business room. We walked in to see Terrence indeed, mad about something.
"Have ya'll seen that nigga Quence?" He shouted. "That bitch said he lost $15,000 dollars worth of cocaine! Nigga is playin me! He gave that shit to someone!"
"No, we haven't seen him all day, we were out, oh, and we sold $8000 worth of it today." Terrence nodded.
"Alright…but I'm not worried about you two. Jayce is dead asleep in the bathroom, nigga get too high, I swear." He shook his head.
"Anyway seems like I need to teach that nigga a lesson." He rubbed his hands together. Speaking of the devil, Quence walked through the door, looking like he just back from runnin.
"Nigga where my bread at!" Terrence yelled at him. "What do you mean you LOST all that cocaine?"
"Stop tripping, just let me make it up." We both stared at him.
"…Make it up? How do I know you ain't got my money now, doin some under the table shit!" he pulled out his AKA 47 from the drawer.
"Nigga draw your pockets!" Quence didn't do it. "NIGGA I SAID PULL YOUR FUCKING POCKETS OUT!"
This retard undid his pockets…with two wads of cash falling out. I slapped my palm to my face. Terrence was just as dumbfounded as we were. He blinked...shook his head out of disbelief. He raised the gun up.
"You know you done fucked up right?"
"What chu gon do nigga? Yo' bitch ass, I should go tell the cops about you guys about ya'll stunt at the bridge, worry about yo' damn bread at the pin motha fucka."
The next thing I knew…four shots were fired. My eyes were shut from the noise…but as soon as I opened them…I was looking at a dead body. Four bullets to the chest was Quence's fate. I stood there…I…never seen someone get shot before. I only saw it in movies…but this shit was real…ain't no 'cut!', ain't no fake blood…and Quence wasn't getting back up. Ortese looked slightly mortified…I was…how am I feelin? I just saw someone's life taken…and yet…as callous as this may sound I think it was good. Try to snitch from six feet deep…BITCH! Now, no one will ever know we did that and...Quence can't rob from Terry anymore. It's a win/win situation here.
Jayce came staggering in. "Ohhh shit! What happened in here?"
"Just put your gloves on help and me get this nigga out! We need to dump his ass somewhere!"
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I sat there…the TV was running…but I heard no sound. I swallowed as I turned my head to the hallway where I heard the gun shots. I knew…I just knew it was that guy he shot. I didn't want to leave...because they might have thought I went and told. So…I just sat there. I don't know why it bothered me, ain't like I was the one shot, I ain't pull a trigger. I saw Jayce and Terrence carry the dead body out the back door, covered in a blanket. Riley stood in the hallway, watching the scene and turned to me and coldly told me:
"Your ass didn't see ANYTHING. Got that?" I nodded quickly. That…scared me. I ain't use to seein' dead bodies and shit.
"I didn't see or hear nothin!" He sighed and sat beside me on the couch, oh, he would come around me when I'm scared of him. But, I played it coo', I ain't no wuss. I watched him rub his temples.
"Hey Riley…you good?" I poked him with my finger.
"Yeah…I'm just tired." I pulled him to lay on my lap. "Gon' head and lay down." As he did so, I couldn't help but to run my finger in between his braids, massaging his scalp. He then sat up and jumped of the couch.
"Naw…I…I gotta go." He left. I sat there…stumped. He wasn't cheating by layin' on my lap, damn! It was then I decided, I wanted in on their little business...I wanted to be a part of Riley's team!
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I was shocked. Alice never swears! Not to mention her voice did a complete 180, it went from low and soft to high and sharp, That scared the shit out of me! She was waiting for me to repeat.
"What did you just say?"
"…My mom was seeing your dad." She looked like she wanted to beat my ass.
"When did you find this out?"
"On Christmas, your timeline fit with my own timeline of when my mom started acting weird, that's why I asked all those questions. I followed her one day…and I saw your dad. Is his name-"
"Fredrick." She flatly said. I nodded. She was still frowning but gave a big sigh.
"I can't believe this…but…I'm more mad at her than I am at you. In fact, we're in the same boat. I have a father who couldn't keep it zipped, and you have a mother who couldn't keep her legs shut." That kinda stung, but being she pointed out her dad, we canceled each other out.
"So, you're still my little sissy?" She did a small smile.
"Of course!" We hugged. I was so relived.
"And Alice?"
"Yeah?"
"...Don't ever curse again!"
Whoo, a mess everywhere! R&R!
Riley: Nigga got shot!
Me: Yes Riley...
