Page 4 of Bound to a Virgo Menace
I stopped in my tracks. “How the fuck you gon’ do that? Tyriq gon’ definitely take over,” I voiced.
Tread smirked. “I’on know yet, but if Tyriq or Big Tex ass ain’t in the picture, I could easily finesse my way in.”
“That’s a big ass move,” I replied then continued to walk.
“It is, but with you by my side we can make Big Tex’s empire bigger. You know I was made for this thug life. Just stay by my side, Cache, and I got you. I’ma make you a rich ass nigga. What do you say?”
I was silent for a bit. Being rich sounded good. There were other things I wanted to do with my life, like start my own import and export business.
However, I couldn’t leave Tread hanging. He was gon’ need a loyal soldier when he took over. If I had to put my dreams on hold for a while, then I’d do so for my homie.
“I got yo’ back, bro.”
We shook up before we ascended the stairs to my house. When I stepped inside, my crib was eerily quiet.
“Mama! Where you at, OG?”
I could usually hear my mama gossiping on the phone with one of her homegirls or see her laid up on the couch with Tyriq.
Tonight, that wasn’t the case. The closer I eased inside, I noticed the house was in shambles. It appeared that some kind of struggle took place. The living room lamps were knocked over onto the floor. Her coffee table was broken with glass and had blood all over it and the two glasses next to it.
The moment my eyes registered that blood was spilled, I dropped my bags and hauled ass upstairs. I took the stairs two at a time before I made it into the hallway.
“Mama! Mama!” I shouted.
My heart pounded wildly. I ran right into her room, but surprisingly, she wasn’t there. It was clean, and nothing was out of place. My eyes scanned her room, but she was nowhere to be found. Where the fuck was she? I quickly turned when I heard Tread’s voice.
“Cache . . . she in here,” he stated, trying to hide his emotions.
He was in the bathroom down at the opposite end of the hallway. I was there in seconds. Tread stepped out of the way. When he did, my knees damn near gave out.
“Aw naw. Naw, man. Mama! Mama!” I yelled and cried.
She lay lifelessly in her bathtub under the bloody water. I collapsed to my knees and pulled her up. Her head rolled to the side, displaying the smile line that decorated her neck like a string of pearls.
There were so many cuts to her chest and stomach. I’d never seen that much blood leave a human’s body. Why? What could she have possibly done to deserve to die so tragically? Stabbing was personal, and I knew the nigga responsible.
“That bitch ass nigga! He killed her! Tyriq killed her. He took away the only person that loved me unconditionally.”
“I’m sorry, bro. This shit is fucked up, and we gon’ get yo’ revenge. I’ma go and call 911, man,” Tread voiced and exited the bathroom.
I rubbed my mama’s wet hair then kissed her forehead. My girl was gone. Gone. But that nigga was gon’ die—by my hands only.
June
Four Weeks Later
It had been the worst four weeks of my fuckin’ life. Four weeks without the woman who knew me best and loved me the most was so painful that it left a deep hole in my heart. I’d never felt so naked and alone in my life.
There was no way I’d ever be loved so greatly again. A nigga like me would never be blessed to experience a love like hers ever again. Life as I knew it was over.
I was only twenty-two with no family close by. Shit was real now. I was officially on my own.
After Mama’s funeral, the little family that did come returned back home sooner than they arrived. No one asked if I wanted to stay with them or come to visit for a little bit. They didn’t give a fuck about me. The feeling was surely mutual though. My so-called family filled their bellies with the food I bought for the repast and left with no parting words.
The only support I had was from Tread, his mom, Alivia, Vo, and his entire family. His dad, Mr. Temples, wasn’t too fond of Tread and I because of the lifestyle we led. However, he loved his son and supported us because of him. I was grateful. Mama had no insurance, so I had to spend most of my savings to bury her and pay off the bills.
Tread and I had been working for Big Tex since high school, but that shit was about to come to an end.
