Page 32 of Cove City: Volume II
I prayed Bishop smoked that nigga in the worst way because if he didn’t, I was. My phone vibrated, signaling that my alarm at my house was going off. I checked my camera to see that nigga Quinton throwing a brick through my shit. I was about to hop on the highway, but made a sharp right to get to my crib. The night started with Naheem, but was going to end with a dead cousin. I hit the next few corners like a maniac to get to my crib.
When I pulled up, so were the officers. I hopped out of the car, stepping up to them. “It was a false alarm,” I told them.
They stared at me strangely. I guess they couldn’t believe a nigga like me could own something so nice. “Maybe we should look inside.”
“I said false alarm. Maybe I should call my lawyer,” I snapped back.
They slowly backed away, but I knew they weren’t going to be too far away. They always wanted a reason to lock up a Blackman, especially when they felt we didn’t deserve something. Once he was out of sight, I jogged up to my door, used my key, and opened the door. I didn’t have to search my crib because Quinton was standing in front of my wall of life.
He pointed. “You took my pictures down,” he slurred.
He turned toward me, and the nigga’s eyes were bloodshot red. He was drunk. I could smell him from the door. He had lost weight. He looked sick. Honestly, I didn’t give a fuck about any of it.
Bottle to his lips. “I don’t know Cuzzo,” he sniffed, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Shit, what do you do when you don’t have anybody?”
“That’s the problem, Quinton, you did. Nigga you had me. I looked out for you, I showed you shit, and you fucked me over not once, but multiple times.”
He rumbled up a laugh, but I didn’t see shit funny. He then shrugged like he didn’t care and that’s exactly how I was about to treat him; like I didn’t care.
Bottle to his lips.Quinton pointed to the bottle. “For this to be some expensive shit, it kind of hits.” He said as he glanced down at it before putting it back to his lips.
“Enjoy it nigga. It will be the last thing you taste before you eat this lead. Cost a grip,” I grumbled.
The nigga cracking open one of my expensive bottles of liquor was the least of my worries. I continued to watch him as he swayed forward.
“See, you were lucky to have shit like expensive liquor, a big ass house, the best fucking pussy and still be doing fucked up shit out there in the world. While I,” he paused. “I got a bike and a group of friends that don’t give a fuck about me.”
I stepped closer. “You chose that shit. Quinton, I don’t give a fuck about your sob story. I—”
He slammed the liquor bottle on the floor, busting it open. “Nigga I’m hurting!” he barked. “I know I fucked up. When Sasha chose you that shit,” he laughed as he shook his head. “That shit hurt. I was with her every day. We were going through the same shit. Her momma was basing my momma was basing, the shit was perfect.Trauma bond, nigga!” he shouted in rage. “The ultimate way to get to the pussytrauma bond. You should know right.”
I rushed to him, gripping his hoodie, swinging his ass into the wall. “Nigga you raped her. What kind of sick shit you on?” I gritted.
He tried getting out of my grasp, but I wasn’t letting up. I slammed his ass back again. His eyes widened. I was angry, but I was also more hurt and disappointed. Quinton looked at me and I could tell he knew he was going to die. It’s the reason he came to my fucking house. “You,” I paused. “You raped her, and she lost the baby because of you!” I belted as spit flew from my mouth.
A tear rolled down his face. “You came around and all that bonding shit went out the window. Those nights y’all would argue, she came to me. It should have been me, Cuzzo, but it was you. In my mind, I had to know, I fucked up nigga, I fucked up.”
“I’m supposed to be a father, and you took that from me. You killed my muhfuckin baby nigga. You,” I choked up. “You raped Sash and tried to rape Tuesday. Quinton, you're not sorry, you're sick,” I pointed to the side of his head. “You’re fucked up. You set that nigga’s shop on fire, like what the fuck!”
Sobs left his lips. “I’m,” he closed his eyes as he just cried. “I’m an Avery, Cuzzo. I’m a fucking Avery and we have no fucking heart! I’m just like that nigga Bishop!” His eyes opened wide as he shouted in my face.
An Avery?“Being an Avery has nothing to do with what you did. You’re not like Bishop because he doesn’t move like that.You’re a monster, my nigga, and there is only one way to deal with those,” I said as I released him.
Quinton dropped to his knees, then dropped his head in shame. “Nah nigga look at me. Look at me the same way you looked at Sasha while you were violating her, or how you looked at Tuesday, who was begging you to leave her the fuck alone. You had pride doing the shit you did, now have pride taking this bullet.”
He slowly raised his head. We stared at each other again, and I couldn’t lie, a nigga’s soul was hurting. “I was loyal to a nigga that was never loyal to me. I love you, Cuzzo, but you’re damaged. Too damaged to be saved.”
I pulled my gun from my waist and cocked it back. I aimed it at him as I stepped forward to make sure the barrel met his forehead. Tears rolled down my face onto his head like a blessing. Then I heard him mumbling some shit. “What you say?”
“Yo momma knows everything. She’s just as fucked up as—”
Bloaw! Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!
I sent a bullet through him for Sahsa, for my unborn child, for Tuesday, for my loyalty and one for the fucking road to hell. Quinton’s body stilled as it slowly dropped to the side. “Love you, my nigga.”
I felt sick. So sick that I had to throw up. I rushed to the kitchen and gagged over the sink. Although Quinton wasn’t right in the head, my killing him did hurt.
I never thought there would come a time I would have to put my own family down or a day I would have to step to my mother about fucking secrets.
