Page 42 of Saved By A Small Town Country Boy
“Chicken salad!” Creed yelled. Yeah, I was just ’bout as lost as him. “You kidnapped my fucking dog over some got damn chicken salad! Have you lost yo’ mind!”
Creed loves the fuck out of that dog. He’s like family to him. It’s the only thing he has outside of us and his parents. He’s raised that dog ever since it was a puppy. I’ve watched him treat Cash better than he’s treated humans on a good day. Reese knew exactly what she was doing when she took him. It was the only way she was gon’ get the best reaction out of him.
The corner of her mouth quirked. At this point, I just wanted to go back to the house. I no longer wanted to be a part of whatever type of game this was they were playing.
“Aww, you miss your dog, Creed?”
His jaw muscles clenched, and he shoved her out of the way before storming into her house. “Cash! Cash!” he called out the dog’s name. She rushed in behind him while I waited outside. A few moments later, he came out the door with the dog in his hand.
“Stay off my fucking property, Reese. The next time you come out there stealing shit, I’m gon’ shoot yo’ ass.”
“The next time you steal my food, I’m gon’ shoot you! You’re not the only one around here with a gun, Creed!” She stormed into the house and slammed the door behind her.
Creed placed Cash into the back of the truck and climbed into the driver’s seat. He took him back to the house. As I sat outside, waiting for him to come out, my phone chimed.
Ma:It’s some guy here at the restaurant asking questions about you. I’ve never seen him before. I thought you wanted to know.
No mufucka had a reason to be at Ma’s restaurant asking questions ’bout me. We normally kept tabs on whoever was in and out of the city for particular reasons, especially to keep us out of trouble.
Me:I’m on the way.
It irritated me for someone to be down there harassing my mama. She didn’t have anything to do with what I did. In fact, she didn’t even know that I was selling drugs. That part of my life, I kept her away from. If Ma knew I was slanging dope, she’d kill me and then try to talk me out of it. It’s nothing that I planned on doing forever. There’s a limit to my madness. I just hadn’t reached it yet.
Creed jumped back into the truck. He stared over at me as if he already knew there was something wrong.
“Take me by Front Porch Kitchen,” I told him. “I think we have a problem.”
By the time we made it to the restaurant. It was peak hours. The place was kinda busy with people everywhere. I stood at the front of the restaurant, scanning the building in search of our unwanted guest. He’s sitting at the back of the building, talking to one of the waitresses, who most likely was the one who told Ma he was in here asking questions ’bout me.
Marching in his direction, I stopped at the table and took a seat in front of him. He looked up at me and beamed me a smile. Lil did he know, I wasn’t here on no friendly shit.
“Why the fuck are you in my city?” I questioned him as Creed hovered over my shoulder.
“What happened to y’all southern hospitality?”
“Nigga, you in here questioning people ’bout me. Why the fuck are you here?”
His smile grew wider. The corners of his lips touched his ears. “What’s the harm in asking ’bout you?”
I wasn’t dumb. He’d probably been doing more digging than he should. That’s the only explanation I could come up with, and it’s time for him to leave.
“Get the fuck outta my town.” I stood to my feet to leave.
“I ain’t going anywhere. It’s a free country, and you don’t own the place.” Nigga looked like trouble. He sat there at the table with a Snapback backwards on his head, rocking a plain white t-shirt.
My jaw muscles clenched, and I nodded. He wanted to pretend as if he was a tough guy. My name may not be on the town sign, but this is my fucking city. Everyone ’round here knows that. Gripping him by the forearm, I yanked him up from the table. Creed snatched his gun from his waistline and planted it into his.
“You seem like trouble, and I’on like that.” I pulled him out of the restaurant and took him over to Creed’s truck. Opening the back door, I pushed him inside and got in alongside him. Creed got into the driver’s seat and pulled out of the parking lot. I kept my gun trained on him in case he wanted to try something stupid.
Creed drove ’til we made it to the Magnolia Falls city limit sign and pulled over to the side of the road. Staring at this nigga, I told him, “Get the fuck out and don’t bring yo’ ass back here.If I ever catch you in my town again, I’m gon’ send you to yo’ fucking maker.” His jaw muscle tensed.
“What the fuck are you waiting for, nigga?” Creed asked him, looking back into the back seat.
“You can either get out willingly, or I can shoot yo’ ass right here and toss ya body out there onto the side of the road. Either way, you not coming back into the city limits.”
“Can I at least have my gun back?”
“Hell no. Get the fuck out.”
