Page 3 of Bound to a Virgo Menace
“Noo!” I hollered at the top of my lungs. “Mommy, come back! Please, come back,” I cried out loudly. I rested my head on hers, trying to hold on to her as long as I could.
Seconds later, Tevyn’s firm body grabbed ahold of both of us. His sobs filled my ears. The last time he cried like this, we were told that Daddy had died.
Now, here that pain was again. Tevyn’s cries made me sadder. Our world as we knew it was over. The best part of us was gone. Now what were we going to do?
2014
Holly Springs, Illinois
I’d been on the block all day serving. I was tired, and that chilly May night air had grabbed ahold of me. My best friend Tread stood next to me.
He could do this shit all day and night, but not me. What kept me going was the fact that I needed the money. Plus, I had my trusty astrology book with me, and that took my mind off things. As long as I could remember, I’d been obsessed with astrology.
My mom was heavy into signs. She was a Cancer, and her only kid was a Virgo. She believed that successful relationships were with people compatible with each other. Same zodiac sign relationships was a big no in her eyes. My mom always told methat since I was Virgo, I should stick with earth signs Taurus and Capricorn, or water signs Cancer, Scorpio, and Pisces.
We got along great, and maybe that was because she was a Cancer. What I didn’t like was the fuck nigga she gave her attention to. Mom Dukes and her on and off again boyfriend, Tyriq, argued morning, noon, and night.
That shit fucked up my sleep pattern. Those two weren’t compatible in the slightest, but there was something about him that my mom liked. The only time I could sleep was any time I wasn’t in that house. There were times I went to Tread’s house to sleep because of their drama.
Tread’s household was just as busy as mine. We were raised by two hard working yet single black women. Our moms loved us, and we worked with them to provide for our household.
He and I met in third grade, and we’d been friends ever since. We worked for Big Tex. He was a well-known gangsta from Texas that settled safely in our little suburb. Big Tex was also the big brother of Tyriq. I hated that shit, but it was her choice. Big Tex lived on the wealthy side of town.
That same side of town was where our guy Bravo, or Vo, lived with his family. Why he wanted to be on the corner with us some days, I’d never know. Vo didn’t have to be. His family had money.
However, Vo fucked with Tread and I the long way. It wasn’t on no pity shit either. When he had shit, we had it. The shit was vice versa. Vo moved weight with us. When we wasn’t moving big weight, we were grounded and serving on a corner like now.
I blew in my hands to create a little warmth before I went back to my astrology book. It was spring, but shit, it felt like winter here in Holly Springs. My legs grew tired, and my stomach was in my back. I was ready to sleep. My body and mind told me it was time to go lay it down. I had a nagging feeling thatI couldn’t shake. Something told me to leave. I didn’t know why, but I decided to trust my instincts and body.
“Aye, boy. I think I’ma get up outta here,” I told Tread.
“Really? It’s early as hell, bro,” he replied. Tread blew into his own hands.
We both eyed a black sedan that drove past twice already. I removed my gun and cocked it. Whoever it was, was about to feel this heat. The car stopped in front of us, and the window rolled down.
It was an older black woman with her phone lit up on the dashboard. I could see the map on her phone. She looked disheveled with her hair placed behind her ear and glasses perched on her nose.
“Hey, guys, I’m sorry to bother you. Can one of you tell me where King Street is?” She pushed her glasses up her nose.
Discreetly, I cleared my chamber then put my gun away.
“It’s cool, ma’am. Drive to the end of the street and make a right. That’s King Street. Take it easy out here,” I encouraged her.
“Thank you so much, young man. Have a good evening.” The older woman sped away. I was able to relax again.
I turned back to Tread. “Bro, let’s head out. It’s a slow ass night.”
“Aight, man. Can I crash at yo’ crib? Moms got a new nigga. I don’t feel like dealing with his ass,” Tread stated.
“Shid, you know I feel you. Let’s roll to the sweet hoagie spot first. I’m hungry as hell.”
“I’m wit’ it,” Tread responded.
We strolled to the blue store first to get some snacks and blunts and our food. While we walked to my house, I asked him a question I’d been wanting to ask him for a while now.
“How far are you goin’ to take this drug shit?”
“Shid, as far as I can. I always knew I wasn’t made for the workforce or to work for anybody else. I ain’t in the business of making another nigga rich. That’s why, as soon as I get the opportunity, I’ma take over Big Tex’s empire.”
