Chapter 10 #3
Coming to terms with God not giving me the privilege to have that, but to have it with Azaria, I nodded a few times and said, “You and your husband won’t die.
Y’all have many obstacles to try and lie out of.
You could’ve had a dynasty like your brothers-in-law and their wives.
All you had to do was tap into the natural ability God gave you.
He gave everyone a gift. Some people must work harder to see success.
You were given the most important job in the world.
To nurture princes and princesses. To make sure they turned into mighty fine kings and queens.
Yet, you turned them into peasants, getting it out of the mud.
It’s time for the hood princess, soon-to-be hood queen, to show you how it really feels to get it out of the mud.
Don’t go too far. Very important people will be looking for you to explain many things.
If I see you, I see you. If I don’t, trust you will never be thought about again.
Make sure Daddy and you put on y’all’s best faces and clothes. As of now, it’s showtime.”
“Time over! Get out!” King and Thiago hollered excitedly as clashes and slams consumed the kitchen.
Hurriedly, August snatched me off my feet and hollered, “Tuck them legs! Ain’t no tellin’ what them fuckas don’ made or found to set on fire!”
As the Trio Ts and a less coughing Kingdon saw us gunning for the door, they hopped on my truck tires. Angrily, August hissed, “Thames, drive my truck! Tiberius, I’m leadin’ us up outta here!”
“A’ight!” they replied, running away from the porch.
The nosy neighbors looked at us while Thiago and King hopped over the porch’s decrepit rails as if it were a hurdle in the middle of a track. My breathing was a mess once August jumped on my hood and barked, “Get in the passenger seat.”
While I nodded and hopped out of his arms, Thiago and King slid into my truck. Once I opened the door, fireworks popped ridiculously. As I slapped my back on the seat, August didn’t waste time reversing my truck.
Looking behind him, he growled, “You fuckin’ idiots! When I get to this stop sign, King an’ Thiago, get outta this truck! I ain’t droppin’ nobody off! I’m headin’ straight home! King, take my truck to yo’ crib! I’ll pick that bitch up tomorrow.”
“A’ight!” they replied.
Staring at my parents ducking and dodging as they ran onto the porch, I wondered which of my brothers would drag the others out of the house that would for sure be uninhabitable.
I hoped the idiots with bullet wounds would wake up and smell how great the flowers were before they had to imagine what they smelled like.
“I’m furious wit’ you, Mona. You ain’t think of the consequences of yo’ actions.
This is why I told you to always communicate wit’ me what you need done.
We’on do last-minute shit fo’ a reason. We plot it out, so we’on get caught up in no shit.
We ain’t them Quad Ts. Hell, even they consult wit’ they boss lady ‘bout what they finna do, so she can put people in places to make shit disappear. King, Kingdon, an’ me don’t have that fuckin’ luxury ‘cause we ain’t under her wing!
We can go to prison fo’ the shit we do! The only reason our asses saved ‘cause our friendship wit’ The Quad Ts.
You nor me don’t know what kinda shit they gon’ be involved in as repayment to keepin’ this an’ the other two fuckin’ trucks off the news an’ social media apps.
Motherfuckas talk an’ when they get to talkin’ too much …
folks come up missin’. Never to be found again.
Not only did you put allaus at risk today …
you put innocent, do-goodah’s lives at risk.
You put a thuggish bitch’s household at risk.
X don’t play ‘bout her fuckin’ time an’ resources!
She has to work a million times harder to keep people’s noses fuckin’ clean!
This shit may look small to you, but it ain’t to a gutta bitch like her!
Yo’ actions just might have landed me in her fuckin’ company fo’ God knows how long!
We got two fuckin’ kids wit’ two mo’ on the way an’ Momma undah our fuckin’ roof!
I ain’t never wanna be a dope nigga full time ‘cause I had Momma an’ August Junior to think ‘bout! There ain’t no reward in that shit!
Mona, on life, if you pull som’ reckless shit like that again …
I ain’t gon’ think twice ‘bout tossin’ yo’ ass back in this gotdamn environment.
I’mma take Azaria an’ the twins from you!
Test me if you think shits a game. You gon’ be a fucked-up woman fo’ sho’ when I do that.
Don’t speak to me ‘til I ask yo’ ass som’,” he voiced calmly through gritted teeth, barely stopping at the traffic sign.
“Let us out once you make it to the other stop sign,” Thiago offered as I tumbled into the passenger seat, avoiding looking at King and Thiago. I felt shame.
“I’m fightin’ hard not to put her ass in a category higher than Amana.
If y’all get out this truck, takin’ ya’ weddin’ bands wit’ y’all, I won’t see the weddin’ through.
I’mma see our pregnancy through an’ take my fuckin’ kids.
That’s on Orthella Abbott,” he snarled, mashing more on the pedal and sitting upright.
Sliding the seatbelt over my body, I slinked into the seat, stared out of the window, and watched the ugly houses through blurry vision. I was officially buried under the doghouse with no wiggle room to come up for air to fix my fuck-up within seventy-two hours.