Maniac
THE FOLLOWING DAY
Wren been walking around the house all in her feelings about that damn cat.
I’ve been searching, trying to figure out where I can buy one from where it’ll be here before she goes into labor.
Hell, for it to be here before the day was over.
Whatever my woman wants, she always gets no matter how stupid I may think it is.
Since I came up empty handed, I knew exactly what I was gon’ have to do. Picking up my phone, I dialed Murda’s number. The phone rang a couple times before it connected.
“Sup?” he answered.
“What the fuck were you doing?”
“Shit, just working on this car at the shop. Some wrong?”
“Some gon’ be wrong if I don’t get this shit for my wife. I need you to run somewhere with me. Make sure you got some heat on you too.”
“A’ight.”
“I’ll be through there in a bit to pick you up.” Removing the phone from my ear, I ended the call and got up from the couch. Wren was at work, and hopefully, by the time she got home, I’ll have exactly what she wants.
Smoke ran across the front of me as I headed toward the front door. I’ll never understand why she wants another fucking cat when she already got three and a baby on the way.
Exiting the house, I locked up behind me and then hopped into the car.
I went straight to Murda’s shop and blew the horn when I pulled up.
He exited, wiping his hand on a rag. Nigga looked like he’d been swimming in a motor somewhere.
He pulled his dirty ass shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground before grabbing a clean one off the toolbox.
I stared at him as he slipped his strap into his waistline and strolled in my direction. Opening the passenger door, he got in alongside me. “Where we headed?”
“It’s a secret mission,” I replied and backed out my space.
We rode all the way to the house on the northside. When I pulled into the driveway, Murda looked over at me. “Whose house is this?”
“Just get outta the car, nigga,” I told him and opened the door. With Murda close behind me, I removed my strap from my waistline and neared the front door. Lifting my hand, I knocked on the door.
“What the fuck are you doing? You letting the niggas know we here for ’em to blast our asses…” Murda frowned.
It took a moment, but the door finally pulled open. The elderly woman stood there in her moomoo gown with her pink robe and hair rollers in her hair. I could feel Murda’s eyes burning a hole in the side of my face.
Lifting my hand, I aimed the gun in hers. Her hands instantly shot up into the air. They shook as she eyed me. “Where the fuck is the cat?”
“Cat?” Murda stepped closer to me. I can feel his breath on the back of my neck.
“Excuse me?” The woman’s hands trembled as she stared back, making sure not to break eye contact.
“You heard what the fuck I said. Where’s Oscar? Bring him to the door.”
“Cat?... Oscar?...” Murda was confused as fuck dealing with me.
“I—I don’t know where he is.”
“That’s a mufuckin’ lie. Where the hell is he? I’m not gon’ ask you again.”
“What the hell you gon’ do? Shoot her?” Murda seriously questioned me. I was willing to do whatever it took for me to get my hands on this got damn cat.
“Oscar!” she tossed over her shoulder. “Oscar!”
“Move.” I shoved her out the way and entered the house. All over the living room floor were cat toys.
“I’m sorry, you gotta excuse him,” Murda told her as he stepped in behind me.
“You getting soft as fuck,” I tossed over my shoulder and continued toward the hallway. I wasn’t leaving here without that fucking cat. I’on care if I have to flip this entire house upside down.
I stopped at the first door and looked inside the room. It’s a guest bedroom with stacks of boxes everywhere. Shit was so packed that I was sure she hadn’t used this bedroom since nineteen eighty-eight.
“Please… Oscar is all that I have,” the woman pleaded from the living room.
I shut the door and opened the one across from it.
From the looks of it, it’s her bedroom. I saw something white poking from underneath the bed, so I entered the room and closed in on it.
Lifting my foot, I stepped down on Oscar’s tail to stop his ass from running because soon as I would’ve got down on my knees, he would’ve jetted on my ass.
“Hello, Oscar,” I said and kneeled. Grabbing him from behind, I pulled his big ass from underneath the bed. The bitch had the got damn nerves to snap at me.
Smack!
I slapped the shit out of him. “You gon’ have to learn who runs shit ’round here. From now on, I’m gon’ be the one feeding yo’ ass. I’m gon’ let yo’ mufuckin’ ass starve. Keep on.”
I carried him out of the bedroom and went back into the living room. “Oscar!” the woman yelled and took a step in my direction.
“Nah, granny. Stay the fuck over there,” I told her.
“Maniac, this a joke, right?” Murda questioned me and slipped his gun back into his waistline.
“Let’s go.”
Murda waved me off and exited the house. When we got back into the car he faced me, “You could’ve left me at home for this shit. Out here robbing old women for cats and shit. That pussy must really be fucking good.”
I caught his ass by the throat and said, “Don’t ever speak on my wife like that again. I’on care who the fuck you are… I’ll cut yo’ lights out, nigga,” and then released him.
On the way to the house, I made a stop by the store to grab this bitch ass cat some supplies.
Now that he’s joining the family, he was gon’ need a new collar and name tag.
I held off on the name tag because I ain’t know what she was gon’ want to name his ugly ass.
I grab everything out of the store that I thought she’d need with the help of Google.
Pulling up to the house, I got out the car and grabbed Oscar’s ass from the trunk. The bitch ain’t want to sit still while I was driving and wanted to act the fuck up. I ain’t have no other choice but to toss his ass in there.
“You done acting a fucking fool?” I asked him when I opened the trunk.
He stared up at me. Not even seconds later, this mufucka hopped his ass in my direction with his paws aiming for my face.
I slapped him down so fast mufucka ain’t know what hit him.
“Yo’ ass gon’ end up on a grill before it’s over with.
” Gripping him by the back of the neck, I carried him toward the door.
Wren’s truck was already in the driveway, letting me know that she’d made it home.
We entered the house, and I could smell spices in the air—cinnamon, apples…
Following the aroma, I found Wren in the kitchen.
She had a pie sitting on the island in front of her with a huge chunk of it missing and a carton of ice cream next to it.
The steam still rose from the pie, letting me know that she’d just taken it out of the oven.
“Oh my God!” she squealed, piercing my ears. The spoon dropped to the counter, and she bolted to her feet. A lil bit too fast if one asked me.
“Where did you get it from? And why does he look so much like Oscar?” Wren stopped, folding her arms over her chest.
“I know how much you liked him when you saw him yesterday, and when you were crying, I knew I had to do something to make shit right. I spent all day searching for this lil fucker. It cost me a bag, but I’d spend whatever when it comes to you.
” I dropped Oscar’s ass to his feet and he hissed, hunching his back.
“Why would you do that?” she asked, kneeling to grab him. He went straight to her as if he’d known her his entire life.
“I got him a lot of shit he might need too. We can go to the pet store and get him a tag once you figure out what you wanna name him.”
“How old did they say he was?” She stroked the lil nigga’s head as he eyed me as if he couldn’t wait to fuck me up later.
“They didn’t say. Said they didn’t know for sure,” I lied. “Let me go grab the rest of the stuff out the car.” I quickly got my ass out of there before she got to asking me anymore questions that I didn’t have the answers to.