I sat on the floor in the lotus position as my girls Salt and Puff just stared on with their tongues hanging out of their mouths. Finally closing my eyes, I focused on my breathing and tried to block out all the ramped thoughts that were going through my head. If I wasn’t thinking about Flame, then Elle was running through my mind all day. At first, I wondered where she was, I even tried looking for her, but now, I didn’t give a fuck about what where she was. Just to up and leave was some weird shit. Then a part of me wondered if she was kidnapped or something, but I quickly erased that knowing that no one would be dumb enough to touch something that belonged to a Baptist.
When I went to her house and seen that half of her closet was empty, I knew that this was something that she had planned, but the question that would always linger within me, was why? No matter how hard I acted of how badly I wanted to kill her ass, I wondered why she had just up and left. She and I were getting serious and I wondered if that scared her or something. Baby girl didn’t have to handle it like this though.
I exhaled through my mouth and inhaled again through my nose. The Lox played in the background because even though I was into meditating, I was still a gangster’. I then laid back bringing my knees up to my chest and holding them, again Elle would not leave mt mind. Out of all the other things that I had to be worried about, she would never leave my mind.
I finished up my mediation, just in time to see the sun rising. I filled my girl’s bowls so that they could stop following me everywhere and then I went to shower. With Flame being locked up, I was working overtime at the barbershop just to keep me from exploding inside. They had revoked his bond and now it was just a waiting game. I couldn’t wait until the nigga got out because he called me all day every day and he was constantly worrying me about what Pia was doing. That girl handled her business and that was none of my business.
I walked into Smokin’ Kuts which was at its normal capacity, with people waiting from the front to the back. The summer was almost over so the weather was still warm, and it wasn’t the time yet that niggas could rock their untamed beards and haircuts. Though the shop was packed, there was a sadness the sept into the air. Pops would no longer be able to sit in his designated chair and talk shit because he was no longer with us. The doctors said that it was a heart attack and the crazy thing about it was, by the time we had found out that he had passed, his bitch ass daughter had already had a service and got him cremated. That shit hurt me to my core that she was so damn evil.
Muggs never liked me or my brothers so I don’t even know why I expected her to ,do anything different than be a jealous ass person with hatred in her heart. Muggs was a few marbles short, and for some reason back in the day, she thought that I liked her. The crazy lady had the audacity to say that I raped her, but that shit didn’t get far after Pops found where she had written an entire plan to get me and my brothers out of the picture, all because I had rejected her. Every time I would come over Pops house just to chop it up with him, there she would be hawking me down. I ignored her hot ass until, one day I came there, and pops left us alone. I had to be about nine-teen, twenty and she was like seventeen.
I walked to the kitchen to get something to drink and when I walked back to the living room, baby girl had come down in a towel dripping wet. Like the typical nigga, I indulged when she dropped the towel to the ground, admiring her developing body. She didn’t have much up top and was average looking in the face, but that ass was something to talk about, damn near sitting on her back. She walked up to me with this look in her eye and as bad as my dick was jumping, I knew that I couldn’t do this to Pops. This slow ass girl was the apple of his eye and yeah, I wanted my dick sucked, but I had a feeling that this would be more than just a sexual encounter to Sandy.
“Yo’, I’m not even about to take it there with you Shorty,” I said, backing up and taking a sip from the water bottle that I was holding.
“I want your dick in every one of my holes,” she said, seductively all the while walking up closer to me.
“Whoaaa girl! Calm yo’ ass down. I’m not fucking you. I have too much respect for your pops to drag you like that. You need to get back in the shower and this time make it a cold one,” I walked around her headed to the front door. I would just have to catch pops another time.
“Wait!” she rushed up to me. “What? I’m not good enough for you or something?”
I bit the inside of my jaw to keep from laughing in her face. “I’m out of here. Go put some damn clothes on Sandy.”
“Well fuck you too. I don’t even know what I was thinking anyway. Your dick probably tastes like struggle and poverty anyway. Bye bone thugs and harmony.”
“Bye single black female,” I waved her deluded ass off before chuckling to myself, not knowing that she would later try to say that I raped her.
I got my workspace ready and prepared myself for the dozens of heads that I would be cutting today and the assignment that I was preparing for and these hands had to be in tip top shape. I peeped Pia walking in and in my usual fashion I gave her a welcoming head nod, but unlike any other day, she avoided eye contact with me and whizzed by, no hello, no nothing. That was a little weird, because Pia was one of that mouthy kind of woman who never had nothing to say. I picked up on the way she was moving, and I knew that she had been purposely avoiding me, but why, was the question.