Page 4 of Dionysus
“Zu, we’re here for you. Before you get off this bitch I need to know where your head at. You cannot get off this elevator crashing out. This shit is about Dio. So where is your head at?”
I cracked my knuckles, “Chev, nigga, I’m not in the mood for this shit right now. Move this muhfucka,” I started. “You can sit here and give me a speech, but when I get off this bitch all of that going out the window. That’s my muhfuckin brother,” I pointed at my chest. “I-,” I choked up. “I would die for that little nigga and if someone took the only heartbeat I have left, Chev, man, crashing out is going to be the least of anyone’s worries. Now, like I said, move this hoe.” I finished as I wiped the tears that escaped.
I could hear Preach praying alongside me, and the other guys glancing at Chevy. I knew they were trying to ensure I was good, but at the end of the day, the guilt I wore on my chest was of a scarlet letter G. I knew I had dropped the ball in so many ways with Dio, and this situation was no exception. I had fucked up and because that my brother, my son, could be dead.
When the elevator opened and we entered the hallway, the smell of death consumed me. My head began spinning, and I knew it was the moment of truth. My feet slowly moved down the hall. I had checked out by the time we had gotten to the nurses’ station.
“Hello, how can I help you?”
I glanced at her and couldn’t form a fucking sentence. I felt a hand on my shoulder, “We got you Zu,” I heard Preach.
“Dionysus Jackson?”
She didn’t even look down. “What is your relationship to him?”
Foe came over, “You can’t see the resemblance. Lady today isn’t the fucking day.”
I jumped in, “His brother.”
She stood then came around, “Only two of you can go with me.”
I honestly didn’t give a fuck which one of them niggas went. I figured it would be Chevy who stepped up, but it was Preach. “I got you, my nigga.”
We followed behind her, and the short walk seemed so long. I could hear Preach praying, “Lord, God, I humbly come to you and ask that whatever it is with Dio, he will be alright. Only you, Lord, know how this will end. Zeus needs you. We’re praying that this isn’t what we think—”
She stopped, and so did we. Preach ended his prayer as we both turned toward the glass window. My knees buckled and I dropped.“Fuuuckk!”My voice quivered.
Tears began to pour out of me as I watched Dio lying there. A bandage was wrapped around his head and was seeping with blood. His face was swollen, he had tubes in his mouth, and a plethora of machines. I banged my fist into my hand. “My fucking brother dawg.”
Preach’s hand landed on my shoulder, “Zu—”
I let out a sharp breath because seeing him like this, I couldn’t take it. I was no good. “Oo, Lord, please,” I mumbled.
Seeing him this way reminded me of my father, which broke me. I needed God to do me a solid, and I needed him to do it now.
BOOGIE
I rushed out of the club with everyone else. Seeing that nigga Dio’s body drop didn’t give me the peace I thought I would have. When I saw Tameka and Felipe in the club, I should have let them handle it, but the thought of Dio in my crib stealing from me emerged. Everything that led up to this moment played in my head repeatedly. I honestly felt a bit of guilt because that nigga Dio was in there dying on the account of some shit that I had done.
I hopped in my car and took off. I knew karma was going to try to catch me, but the goal was to beat her ass and get the fuck out of dodge. I rushed through the busy city streets to get back to my place. “Fuck!” I shouted. “Nigga fuck did you do?” I said to myself.
I knew there were no take-backs. Then I thought about Bianca. I watched that bullet go through her, sending her body backwards. I slammed my hand on the steering wheel. Tameka wasn’t going to let that shit slide. My feet pressed the pedal harder because I knew I would always be looking over my shoulder if I stayed here for the rest of my days.
When I pulled up to my place, I quickly hopped out, rushing inside. I began packing my bag when my phone rang. I ignored the first set of rings when it began going off again. Itwas coming from an unknown number. I answered. “Hello!” I shouted.
The sound of Ju-Ju’s cries made my body still. “Horace,” Raquel cried.
“Raquel? What’s wrong with Ju-Ju?”
There was a bit of scuffling with the phone, “Horace, I don’t know what you did, but these people. They got me and Ju-Ju and I—”
I could hear mumbling in the back, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Karma, bitch was faster than I thought. I knew this had to be Tameka’s doing. My daughter’s cries were fucking me up. “Where are you, Raquel?”
Her wails made my heart drop. “I don’t know! Please Horace. He’s got a gu—”
The phone hung up. “Fuck!” This had cartel all over it and a nigga didn’t even know where to start to look for them. I ran my hand over my face as the thought of them doing something to my family settled in me. My fucking daughter. I felt sick. My eyes closed tightly, and all I could do was scream. “Ahhh!” There was no running because I wasn’t leaving this muhfucka without my family. The irony is that my bullets hit her daughter, and she had access to mine. I was about to search high and low and pray when I found my family; they were still alive. As I’ve said before Tameka ass had to go.
That nigga Dio must have a guardian angel because the way they came for me so quickly seemed impossible. When I thought all my problems would be resolved by ending his ass they had just begun. One night of pulling the trigger on a nigga I didn’t know changed my whole fucking life.
