Page 2 of If I Gave You My Heart
Walking down the hill and back to my car, I felt good about myself. I opened the passenger side rear door so I could toss my soiled sweater into the back seat once I had taken it off.
"Aye, man, that is a nice car you got there."
I turned around, standing at the door, and I observed who was talking to me.
"It's decent."
The muthafucka standing before me had to be drunk or high off some shit. His robust stature was swaying as he walked in my direction.
"You can keep ya ass over there too," I said, warning him.
I was just giving myself the change ya life around talk, and here, someone was trying to push my recently mentally changed ways to the limit. What I found more ironic was that this piece of shit was giving the impression that he had the intention of taking something from me. Now I know I rob niggas for a living, but I'll be damned if anyone was about to take anything from me.
"I'm just tryna get a closer look,boy."
I involuntarily clenched my jaw together with the ground of my teeth. Thatboyshit pissed me off so muthafucking bad. I'm sure it was from the deep roots of my hometown, Clarksdale, Mississippi, embedded in my blood. Thatboyshit was for the slaves, and every time I heard it, I wanted to put a body down for my ancestors.
"Stay the fuck back, hoe ass nigga." I put my arm out to create some distance between him and me.
"You seem to be the only nig—"
He couldn't even get the word out. My body wouldn't allow him to. With a solid right hook, we got to fighting. Although his white ass was built like a bear, I was dogging him.
"Weak assboy."
He hissed as I felt a blow to my jaw that rocked the teeth in my mouth. I wasn't the wrestling type, but I body-slammed his hoe ass. I'll be damned if I let a racist get the best of me.
Once we both hit the hard gravel, I quickly tried to gain my stance so that I could stomp his ass out. I broke a nigga's throat in jail for thatboyshit, and I was about to do it again. When my foot lifted off the ground frantically, I saw him reaching into the pocket of his army-green cargo pants. When I saw his hand wrap around a black handle, I pulled my gun from my hoodie and then let off two shots that hit his chest. Still out of breath, I hovered over him with the smoking gun in my hand. It was like the birds above my head had stopped flying, and I could have sworn that gray clouds started to creep in.
"Fuck," I mumbled under my breath in panic once I realized what I had done.
I looked around, and when I saw we were the only two occupying the outside space, I moved quickly. The bottom of my Nike Tech sweats had blood splatter on them.
"Fuck," I groaned again once I started to pull his weight uphill.
The reservoir was deep as hell, so I knew tossing his ass in there would give me some time to get away. My footing was uneasy as my feet wobbled at the edge of the hill. He was so heavy that I had to crouch down and put his body up against mine to toss him over. Hastily, I looked around as his body started to sink.
"Shit," I sniffled.
My mind was all over the place. I hadn't thought any of this shit through. I got rid of him for now, but I knew in a couple of days, his decaying body would rise to the surface. I lightly jogged back to my car, and when I saw his pickup truck still running, I got in that muthafucka and took off.
Thinking quickly, I headed toward Elida. I knew I would be able to dump his car in that part of town, and in no time, somebody would have either scrapped it or stolen it. I didn't think of how to get back to my car yet, but I knew I had to think of something quickly. I looked at the time and hoped like hell that my ex was awake. The FaceTime call didn't ring for long before Lola answered. The silk bonnet on her head and band around her edges let me know she must have recently got her wig laid.
"Yeah?" she answered in a confused tone.
After our breakup, we tried the doubling back thing on and off, but it just didn't work, so I kept the conversation to a bare minimum for good reasoning. However, right now, I needed her ass. My little brother didn't have the means to make it to my vehicle, and there was no way I was about to call my older sister to handle anything when she had kids to take care of.
"I need a favor, bub," I quickly stated.
"What?"
"My car is parked at the reservoir. Can you get a ride there and drop it to me?"
She sat quietly for a while, and I was expecting her to hit me with twenty-one questions on why I needed such a favor this early in the morning.
"Where's the keys?"
I tapped the pocket of my sweats and realized that I had the shits on me.
