Auntie Boo
My recovery has been slow, but somewhat successful. I needed to be at my best when I went after that nigga A. I mean, damn. I was really about to go to war with the fucking police.
Lil Mama been running shit with Jaw and Poohman. I know that drugs ain’t her type of thang, but hey, she’s doing well under the circumstances.
Today I was supposed to meet up with my new connect, Shawn. Apparently, there has been a problem with the shipments coming in on time. I can’t make that move by myself so I called my big sister. “You feel like taking me to physical therapy?
“I’ll be there in twenty.”
(Twenty Minutes Later)
“Heidi, why you come pick me up with that shit on?”
“Because I’m grown. You can go by yourself.”
I just shook my head. This bitch got on five-inch stilettos and an all-white leather one piece. If I didn’t have a nigga gunning for me, that woulda been cool. “Where yo sidekick, Lil Mama?”
“Tapping with yo son and Poohman.”
“You should let me run a spot.”
I just looked at her.
“What? I could run a spot.”
“And if somebody tried to rob you, what would you do? You don’t like guns.”
“Girl, I got mace.”
I just laughed because that lady was crazy. After physical therapy, we decided to take Cottage Grove all the way up to 75th because I didn’t wanna take the expressway. We were sitting at the light on 35th when I looked to my left and saw a car coming at us fast as hell. “AWW SHIT, HEIDI DRIVE! IT’S A HIT!”
It was already too late.
BOOM!
This big ass Tahoe rammed the driver side door. I pulled out my Glock 40 and started bussing.
BOC! BOC! BOC! BOC! BOC!
I hit the passenger in the neck. “HEIDI DRIVE!”
She was moving her leg around, but we weren’t moving. “BITCH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DRIVE!”
“I’m trying to kick these damn heels off, bitch! I can’t drive under pressure in these damn shoes!”
Finally, she stomped on the gas and we took off. I almost shit on myself when I saw who was behind the wheel. “That’s the fuck boy! DRIVE! DRIVE!”
We sped towards the police station on 35th and State.
“Boo, should I pull in the parking lot and make a run for the front door?”
“Hell naw! For one, I can’t run, and for two, bitch he is the police! Hit the E-way!”
Heidi jumped on the expressway and burned ass.
“Boo, what the hell, girl?”
“I know sis that was crazy.”
That mothefucker getting real bold. “I gotta call Lil Mama. If we don’t get at that nigga, he ain’t gon stop ‘til he kill us.”
“US?”
I looked at her scary ass. “Yes us, bitch. He knows who you are, dummy! No witnesses!”
“Damn Boo. I can’t even be cute around you. I gotta put my war gear on.”
“War gear? I know you not talking ‘bout a scarf, white t-shirt, and some jogging pants?”
“Don’t forget the Vaseline. What’s wrong with that?”
“Ummm, how about everything! You coming to fight. Bitch, they shooting at us!
Lil Man
The officer wanted to be a dickhead. “Young man, I’m going to have to ask you to back up and let us do our jobs.”
“B-b-but my momma is in there.”
Something inside of me snapped. I found the strength that I didn’t even know I had.
BOOM!
I pushed officer dickhead flat on his ass and ran to the front door where everyone was gathered.
“M-MOMMY? UGGGHHH! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!”
I fell to my knees and bawled like a baby. Two officers came and tried to remove me from the premises. “Let me go!
POW! I punched the first officer square in the eye.
“Dammit John! Grab that little shit!”
“Come here kid! That’s assault on a---”
POW!
I punched his ass too. “Fuck y’all!”
I ran back to the car and pulled off. I started giggling. “Somebody is going to die!”