I did end up getting four grand outta Lauryn, after I paused right in the middle of our fuck session. “What’s wrong baby?” She rubbed my back as I rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed.
“Money.” My answer was straight to the point. Without missing a beat, Lauryn reached across me and retrieved her Prada purse off the nightstand.
“Will this help baby?” She asked as she handed me the four-thousand dollar check she’d just written. Four bands, for a few hours of work, doing the job I love. Yes! The American dream.
“Yeah boo. This helps.” I smiled as I laid back down and pulled her up onto my throbbing erection. Nutt number four was nowhere in sight. I work hard for the money. We ended up staying at the hotel from ‘Thursday to Sunday, fucking and sucking each other’s brains out. Monique called me three times. Once on Friday and twice on Saturday. She knew I’d be home on Sunday. She was pregnant and engaged. Why trip? My ride or die chic.
I was ten miles away from our crib, and tired as a broke dick dog. The thirty-five minute, ride back from Sandford felt like days. Lauryn had left me drained. All weekend we role played. Burglar/Victim, Doctor/Nurse, Lawyer/Client, Chance encounter, Trick/John, Pimp/Ho. Yeah all that! The time on my wrist read ten thirty. At least I’d make it in before Monique went to sleep. Tomorrow morning, we officially went legit. Let’s get it!
I saw the lights off in the distance. I knew what they were. Everybody knows them. Police lights! My heart beat raced as the lights shined brighter and brighter the closer I got to home. What the fuck! There were cops from several different degrees of the law, standing right in my front yard! I was out of the car and running, before the gear ever hit park! The car slammed into the curve, and I bolted up the front lawn attempting to go around everybody out there! I need to make sure that Monique was okay! “Hey! Hey! Hey! Sarge! Somebody grab him!” The first cop I ran around was in Durham Police Department uniform, and was on his radio quite fast. Another two or three strides around plain clothes cops, and suddenly six to eight arms were around me pulling me down to the ground!
“Hold up! I live here! Let me go goddammit!” I screamed becoming enraged!
“Just hold on buddy we’ll get everything straightened out.” A short, fat, black policeman wearing a box haircut, talked that bullshit that I damn sure wont trying to hear!
“Man, fuck that! What the….! I motherfu….!” I fought senselessly to free myself from the grasps of all these law enforcement officers!
“Hold on a minute!” A short brown skinned woman in a gray pantsuit, with a Caesar haircut and too much make up, stepped in. “Sir, who are you?”
“I’m Theodore Banks! I stay here! What’s going on!?” I was starting to get frantic.
“Sir, were gonna need for you to calm down so we can communicate.”
“Man fuck that shit! Yall detaining me for no goddamn reason! So, this is about as calm as I’m gonna get! Where’s Monique at!”
“Mr. Banks could you please calm down?”
“Look mam, Mister, or whatever you wanna be called, I ain’t got no drugs! So, whatever snitches sent yall over here, they sent you on a dummy mission! You’re wasting your time and mine!
“Mr. Banks, do you have your identification on you?”
“It’s in my goddamn pocket.” I struggled to move with no success, as my wallet was snatched outta my back pocket and handed to the lady in the suit.
“Mr. Banks who lives with you at this residence?” The woman asked as she signaled for her compadres to let me up and handed me back my wallet. Immediately I thought about the pistol I kept under the oranges in the refrigerator.
“My fiancé. Monique Williams.”
“Alright Mr. Banks here’s the situation. We have a deceased person inside the residence. We need for you to step inside the home and let us know if this is indeed your fiancé Ms. Williams.”
Oh shit! What the ….! I burst through the wall of law enforcement officers without a second thought, and made a mad dash for the front door. My heart exploded as my sunny day, instantly turned into the coldest night of my life. There, on our living room floor, lying just a couple of feet away from the kitchen, was my fiancé, my boo, my heart, the mother of my seed. Oh God! “The baby!” I yelled as I ran to my wife to be. Frigid in my tracks I stopped, as her eyes stared up at me accusingly with the gaze of the dead. Where were you? Her eyes spoke to me. There was dried blood around a smoked singed spot on her jeans, and a hole in her stomach the size of a fist. No child nor adult could have lived through that. “Nooooooo!” The scream that came from deep within me frightened everyone in the room, right before chunks of thick vomit spewed from my throat onto the floor!
“Sir please remove him!” An evidence technician screamed to a nearby detective.
“Wait!” The lady in the suit ordered. “Mr. Banks is this Ms. Williams?” Her speech was foreign to me. Nothing was comprehendable to me. Nothing in this world mad sense as I leaned against the wall. And I cried. Please God no, I prayed. Don’t let this be happening. Let this all be just a bad dream God. I closed my eyes and prayed harder! Slowly I re-opened them, and the scene was still the same. Why God? Why? Monique is dead. Could I have saved her if I’d come home? Why God? Why?