CHAPTER THIRTEEN

NATIVE

 

The fall wind whipped the leaves around Native’s car as she sat in the driver’s seat in heavy thought contemplating her next move.

“Before she could make a decision her phone rang.

“You have a collect call from... Mystro. An inmate at Washington Alley Prison. Do you accept the charges?”

“Of course…Mystro, what's good?” Native questioned, hitting the speaker icon on her cell.

“Son, you would not believe the crazy shit that’s popped off since I last talked to you. What you doing?” Mystro asked, taking a deep breath. Being sure to check her surroundings.

“Truthfully, sitting here debating on whether or not I'm going inside this bar to get drunk.” Native looked out of the windshield of her car at the neon lights flashing on the building.

“This early? What's up, man everything good?” Mystro blinked and raised her eyebrows with concern.

“Mystro, I don't even know anymore. This living together shit with Brisa is stressing me out. I don't think I'm built for it.” Native leaned back in the seat and the leather moaned.

“Damn,” Mystro sighed. “Not to make light of your shit but I wish I could only stress off of living with a broad right about now.”

“Oh, yeah right, ‘cuz that worked out so well with you before.” Native said sarcastically referring to her and Church.

Mystro smirked.

“Point taken. I can’t believe she fucking with your mental like that. I would have never seen that shit coming.” Mystro admitted.

“Me either! But I’ma get through it. Shit, or I'ma have to dip, for real for real.” Native convinced herself sitting back up. “What's up, man? What's going on there?”

“Slim, you remember that little situation I told you about and the advice you gave me?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, I listened to you. Tried to squash everything and got Shawty back in the fold. But this SW, you remember from your last visit here right.” Mystro used slang and code for whomever was possibly listening to try and shield the fact that she was speaking about Bruiser.

“Oh, yeah, bamma dyke from down the wharf with shawty, that kept staring.” Native recalled.

“Exactly! Slim is making major problems for a nigga.” Mystro said in a sharp tone.

“Major problems like what? Some shit that might get you hemmed up?”

“Yeah, that among other things. Fam, I need you to go ahead and come on a visit so I can tell you what's going on face-to-face. You know I can't get into too many details on this phone.” Mystro reminded her.

Since they did talk about some shit over the phone before, Native realized this was even more serious. “I got you. Consider me there.”

Mystro sighed in relief.

“Aye, young, in the meantime make sure you remain on task.” Native schooled. “I don’t know what's going on, but I know you can't risk not being able to come home. This is where you belong, fam.” Native took a deep breath.

“Facts.” Mystro nodded her head.

“I can hear that you frustrated through this phone, and I know you the kind of nigga that has the ability to snap. I mean, case in point, look where you at.” Native reminded her.

Mystro sighed.

“No matter what’s happening, all that shit is temporary, Fammo. Trust me. Don't do something that you gonna regret and not be able to come home sooner than later.” Native said sternly.

“My nigga, I hear you. Believe me I hear you, but you have no idea what it's like in here. Add on the fact that now it's not just me that I gotta look out for. I feel like I'm about to lose it.” Mystro confessed.

“Aye man, you remember when we was living at the house and the only thing we was tripping off of was making sure we had the rent money for Margaret?”

Mystro laughed once.

“Sometimes I sit back and think about those days and wish I could go right back there.” Native put her head down and smiled.

“Yeah, simpler times.” Mystro ran her hand through her hair. “Man, I swear to God, I wish I would have never left there.” She admitted. “Shit getting weird as fuck.”

“Look, son, I'll be there this weekend. I promise you but don't do nothing you gonna regret. I need you back here, my nigga. I need you back home. Promise me, My.”

“I don't wanna lie to you, Native so I'm not going to promise you but I will think hard about all my moves before I make any.” Mystro said honestly.

“Aye, fam, when all else fails. Pray.”

“Same, bro...same.”