That Southeast Lovin' 2(7)By: Ebony Diamonds
“It’s all good, Little Irvin. I got you!” This motherfucka just said my government, then it hit me. Lil Irvin… a detective that worked on my mom’s murder investigation called me that. That’s where the fuck I knew this nigga from. He was a lot younger, but that was definitely him. He’s a fuckin cop. I watched him walk down the hall. I looked at Keisha, did she know this nigga was a pig? Is she setting me up? I would have to wait until she woke up to tell me what the fuck I needed to know.
I was scared shitless. I had never shot anybody before. I was running down Naylor Road like a sprinter in the Olympics. I shot that greasy hoe. She thought she was the shit, fuckin my baby father and trying to embarrass me every chance she got. Who had the last laugh now? I don’t know if she died, but I ditched the gun under an oversized rock behind a shopping center. I was breathing heavy once I got to Gainesville St. I went into my apartment that I shared with my dad and my daughter, and slammed the door and locked it. Renisha was in daycare, and my dad was at work. I went in my room and started pacing. I don’t know what the fuck I was supposed to do now. If anybody recognized my face, I would be locked up for sure. I saw the bitch coming out of Popeye’s like she was a fuckin super star or something. I hated her fucking guts. Antoine was spending all this money on her, and I was living in this raggedy ass shit, with bum clothes and a fucked up weave. I heard what she did to his dumb ass, and that’s exactly what his trifling ass gets. He did take care of our daughter, but he wasn’t trying to keep me. Fuck him. It pissed me off even more when I found out he was fucking her sister. These bitches must have kryptonite in their pussies or something. I carried a gun at all times now since I got jumped and stabbed last year. I saw Keisha and had the urge to kill the bitch. I had just come from recertification for my food stamps, and this bitch was riding clean and drippin ice. Call me a hater, but fuck that; I wanted that life, and I was gonna get it any way I could.
I was sitting here thinking of my next move. I heard the sirens and I thought they were coming for me. After an hour of waiting, nothing happened. I called Taliyah, my best friend, to come over. I had to tell somebody. She came over quickly and got comfortable on the couch.
“Bitch, what’s wrong with you? You sweatin and shit.” She pulled out a cigarillo and started rolling some gas.
“I shot her, son. I don’t know why, but I fuckin shot her. What if I get locked up? I’m scared. What the fuck am I gonna do?” She scrunched up her eyebrows and moved to the edge of the couch.
“Shot who? What the fuck are you talkin about Candy?
“Keisha, I shot her and got the fuck. She dropped, and I ran.”
She sat back and sparked the jay. “And? Fuck that bitch. She needed to be taken down a notch. Hope the bitch dead, just like that bitch Jesse.” Jesse died months ago. She took JJ from Taliyah and she couldn’t stand her ass. I don’t see what her thing was with the nigga; he was a fuckin boat head.
“I’m saying, I could go to jail and what would happen to Renisha?” I panicked, thinking about my baby. I didn’t want her to have to be without me.
“Bitch, ain't nobody talkin to no Feds out here. Settle down, you good.” She kept smoking and passed me the jay. Maybe she was right. We smoked until it was a roach, and then sparked another. It was time for me to get Renisha, and Taliyah decided to walk with me.
Once we started walking, my phone started vibrating. It was a text message from my dad saying to be careful because some girl was shot up the street from our apartment. I kind of felt empowered, because that was my work, but if he heard about the shit, that means it was a word on the street. When I got to the daycare, Renisha ran up to me and gave me a huge hug. I felt even worse as I thought about the fact that this could devastate her life if the bitch didn’t die and told on me.
That was two days ago and I was still nervous. I didn’t go anywhere but to drop Renisha off and pick her up. My father’s girlfriend, Shonda, had been over here since yesterday, and she was working my last fuckin nerve. It was just something about her I didn’t trust. I think she was playing my father, and I wasn’t having it. My father’s dumb ass wasn’t listening to shit I had to say about the bitch though. I missed my mother like shit. She was in a nursing home at forty-five. She had a massive stroke and it left her unable to function normally, so we all thought it was best to put her there so she could get the care she needed. After her first year there, my father started fuckin with this nit wit, and she swear she’s running shit. Today, I wasn’t having it.