Chapter 16
The news of her cousin’s death overwhelmed Baby with grief and it hit the hood like a ton of bricks. Everyone was shocked about it. They couldn’t believe G.G. was dead. G.G.’s gruesome murder traveled like the wind through the streets. It seemed too unreal for everybody, and had Baisley Park Housing on standstill. There were many tearful eyes, and agony. G.G. was an icon—a rebel in their hood, and the founder of the Triple P girls. Her crew was angry, and wanted vengeance. Regardless of their sudden trouble, even T.T. was in grief. Her longtime friend was no more, and she regretted her spiteful actions toward G.G. It made T.T. sick to her stomach.
G.G.’s death made the evening news with several stations covering the couple who was gunned down in the city during the wee hours of the morning. The police and media associated the killings with Chubbs’s checkered past. They figured it was a revenge killing with G.G. caught in the crossfire.
Baby was filled with anguish. She couldn’t believe her cousin was gone. She couldn’t believe Samson did them both. It wasn’t part of the plan. It angered her. She sat in her still bedroom glued to the floor like an inanimate being. The tears flooded her face. The hurt seeped through her body and her skin like a plague devouring her slowly. She was bitter and regretful at the same time. She hated Samson. She hated him like he was a disease eating through her body.
The following school day, Baby marched through the halls on a mission. She ignored everybody she came in contact with and searched the crowded hallways for Samson. Her mind was on her dead cousin. She wasn’t thinking rationally. The emotions and pain ate at her like a flesh-eating disease. People right away knew something was wrong. The school heard about G.G.’s death, and some were somber and shocked—but others thought that she had it coming. G.G. was a reckless girl, living a reckless life. Some of the students and teachers felt her violent and gang-banging ways finally caught up with her. But they wouldn’t dare tell it to Baby’s face. They already knew that she was suffering enough and was a firecracker ready to go off.
Baby spotted Samson standing by the cafeteria. It was his usual post during the lunch hours. He had been absent for a moment—taking a few sick days after the murders and laying low—but now he was back to work like everything was fine.
Baby marched up to Samson with her fiery eyes trained at every part of him. His attention was turned toward another matter going on in the cafeteria. Baby clenched her fists tightly, so tightly that her nails were digging into the palms of her hands.
“You killed my fuckin’ cousin!” she screamed madly.
Samson turned around and saw Baby charging for him at full throttle. She was filled with rage. He was taken aback suddenly. All attention in the cafeteria shifted toward Baby charging for Samson.
“You killed my fuckin’ cousin!” Baby screamed again.
She lunged at Samson and punched him in the face with a mighty blow. He stumbled back. It was a striking hit from the petite, young girl. She tried to swing at him again, but other safety officers quickly intervened, grabbing Baby immediately and pulling her away from Samson.
“I hate you! You killed G.G.,” she shouted.
The students were shouting and animated, and the adults were befuddled by Baby’s wild statement. Samson could only stare at Baby—watching as Pandora’s Box was slowly opening and revealing his dirty little secret.
“I should never have fucked you. You a fuckin’ killer ... I hate you! I hate you!” Baby continued to scream.
She attempted to free herself from Billy’s grip to continue her fight with Samson. But Billy overpowered the girl and dragged her out of the cafeteria with her screaming, crying, and throwing violence toward anyone around her. Samson was left standing there in the spotlight—exposed—with Baby’s hard and revealing words lingering in everyone’s heads that heard her say, “I should have never fucked you!”
“Is she telling the truth?” one lady security officer asked.
“She’s crazy!” Samson responded.
Marvin walked up to Samson. He smirked at the rookie officer. He locked eyes with the fuming Samson and said to him, “No, she’s not. You were fuckin’ that young girl, weren’t you?”
“I don’t know what she’s talking about. She’s delusional,” said Samson.
“No, she’s not. I saw you, man. I saw you and her exiting from a motel room a few nights ago,” Marvin let it be known.
Samson kept a deadpan look. Just like that, his life was spiraling out of control. The other officers didn’t want to believe the scandal that was unfolding in their school. But it was happening. Samson tried to remain adamant about his innocence, but Marvin kept on pushing the subject.
“I told you to stay away from her, that she was bad news ... but you a stupid muthafucka that couldn’t keep your dick in your pants, huh,” Marvin exclaimed.
It made Samson upset.
“She got you pussy whipped, nigga?” Marvin added.
Abruptly, Samson swung and punched Marvin in the jaw, throwing the slender man off his feet and onto his back, having him smashed against the floor.
“Fuck you!” Samson shouted.
He was quickly restrained by his coworkers and removed from the cafeteria. It took Marvin a moment to get back up on his feet. Samson had knocked the wind out of him. The students looked on in awe. His coworkers were disgusted. Samson quickly went from being the cute new school safety officer with the impressive military background in the school, to the shameful, perverted predator. He was called into the principal’s office to meet with Principal Palmer about the incident. He knew his job was done for, and his freedom was at risk. He knew he had fucked his whole life for a piece of pussy.
Baby was devastated. She didn’t know what to do or who to run to. She had been expelled from school. Principal Palmer had had enough of her out-of-control and reckless manners, and when she put her hands on Samson, even if it was for a good reason, she was still in the wrong. Palmer had sympathy for her, especially with the loss of G.G.—but he couldn’t tolerate the behavior anymore. He couldn’t put his other students at risk. The expulsion was a long time coming.
Baby stormed off the elevator and hurried toward J. Rock’s apartment on the fifth floor. She was still emotional and grieving. She wanted Samson to pay for what he did to G.G. She wanted a hit out on him.
Baby approached J. Rock’s door and banged heavily on it. She was impatient. She wanted to see her boo, and become wrapped in his arms—yearning for his roughneck affection. She needed some kind of comfort, and wanted J. Rock to take care of business. Baby banged continuously on J. Rock’s door, attracting other neighbors to peek out their doors to see who was causing the loud commotion in the hallway.
“J. Rock, open the fuckin’ door, baby. I need to see you,” Baby hollered.
The door swung open abruptly, and J. Rock stood in the doorway shirtless with a cigarette dangling from his lips. It looked like Baby had interrupted him in action of something, but Baby didn’t care.
“What the fuck is wrong wit’ you, Baby. Huh? Fuck you bangin’ on my goddamn door like you the muthafuckin’ police?” screamed J. Rock.
“J. Rock, I need to see you, baby. I need ya help,” pleaded Baby.
“I’m fuckin’ busy right now, Baby.”
Baby pushed passed J. Rock and stormed into the apartment. She wasn’t taking no for an answer. J. Rock spun around on his heels and glared at Baby. “What the fuck, Baby! I told you I was fuckin’ busy ... Get the fuck out!”
“I want him killed, J. Rock. I want that muthafucka dead!” she shouted.
“Who? Ya soldier boy?”
“Yeah ... He killed my cousin.”
“Yeah, I heard about that ... That’s fucked up,” J. Rock replied apathetically.
“So you gonna do it?”
“What ... Fuck outta here, Baby. I ain’t touchin’ nowhere around that incident.”
“But I did you that favor. He killed Chubbs for you ... like you wanted him to.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you talkin’ about, Baby,” J. Rock replied with a deadpan stare focused on the emotional Baby.
“What? You told me, J. Rock, that once I could get him to kill Chubbs for you, we were goin’ to officially be together. I’m your ride or die bitch, J. Rock,” exclaimed Baby.
J. Rock looked at Baby like she was crazy. He didn’t want anything to do with her. His harsh demeanor toward her was evident. He used her. Baby was teary eyed, and a train wreck waiting to happen. She came within reach of J. Rock in an attempt to get a hug from him. But she suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her eyes looked beyond J. Rock and were fixated on the threatening figure behind him.
“What the fuck is this, J. Rock?” Baby shouted.
J. Rock turned to see Erica standing behind him in her panties and bra. Her arm was outstretched, gripping a 9 mm that was aimed at Baby.
“Let me shoot this fuckin’ bitch, J. Rock,” Erica said through clenched teeth.
“Erica, chill the fuck out ... not here, in this fuckin’ place. You crazy?” said J. Rock.
“What the fuck, J. Rock! What the fuck is she doin’ here?” screamed Baby.
“I hate this fuckin’ bitch. I want her dead like her bitch cousin,” spat Erica.
“Are you fuckin’ serious, J. Rock? I thought you was done wit’ that bitch!”
“Nah, I’m not. I lied to you,” confessed J. Rock.
Erica’s face had completely healed and she looked normal. The gun was shaky in her hands as she locked her hate and anger into Baby. She wanted to pull the trigger and kill off her rival so badly that her pussy was throbbing. Baby just stood there defenseless against Erica and J. Rock. She had experienced the ultimate betrayal, and the anguish that flowed through her was crippling her from head to toe. She couldn’t move. She almost wanted to accept death to substitute the pain she felt.
“Get the fuck outta here, Baby ... before I change my mind and have my bitch shoot you down,” said J. Rock harshly.
“But I thought you loved me ...”
“It was fun while it lasted, but you gotta go. You see, me and her got married yesterday, and she’s pregnant wit’ my seed. So I’ma stick wit’ my true bitch,” J. Rock informed her.
Erica smirked. She still had the gun pointed at Baby, and said, “Bitch, leave now, but it’s definite I’ma see you again on the streets ... And fuck your bitch cousin G.G... . That fuckin’ ho got what she deserved.”
It angered Baby to hear Erica disrespect her dead cousin. She snapped, and suddenly didn’t care about the gun being in Erica’s hand. She lunged for her foe, but J. Rock interfered with the attack. He snatched Baby into his arms roughly and started to drag her toward the exit.
“Get the fuck off me, J. Rock! I’ma kill that fuckin’ bitch! I’ma kill her,” Baby screamed madly, while trying to jerk and fight her way from his strong seize around her.
J. Rock dragged her to the door and pushed her out into the hallway forcefully. Baby was still screaming and yelling. She refused to go down silently. Her face was contorted with rage and tears, with her body trembling from tremendous upset.
“Bye, bitch!” Erica shouted.
The door was slammed shut, and Baby was left crying hysterically in the hallway. She dropped to the cold, dirty floor in defeat. She had lost everything—family, and her man. Her cries echoed in the hallway, disturbing the neighbors on the floor. Her reality hit her like lightening—everything about her life was a lie, and she was all alone.