5. Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Demetric
I t was after four in the afternoon, and the sound of my phone was ringing off the hook tore me from my somewhat peaceful slumber. Whoever was on the other line better had been fuckin’ dead. When I looked at it and saw it was Jaylen, I sat up and answered.
“Wassup, Jay? You good?” I know I talked all that shit, but my sister calling back to back like that was alarming.
“I’m fine, but I’m worried about Daizha. She called me sounding weird, thanking me for the ride last night,” she replied.
“What’s weird about that, Jay?”
“She thanked me last night…about three times. That’s what’s weird. Her boyfriend must’ve been questioning her. She sounded as if she was crying or trying not to. I know I don’t know the girl, but the small amount of time we were in the car last night, I figured she was going through some shit. I’m pretty sure whatever it is has to do with that nigga,” she voiced.
This was the shit I was worried about. I knew shorty had some shit going on at home. She didn’t need to be around that shit, and she wasn’t gon’ be there much longer.
“Aight. I’ll check it out,” was all I said.
“Don’t do nothing crazy, Meechie. Just check on her.”
“I got you.” I hung up with Jaylen and went to text Daizha, but I saw she already texted me over an hour ago.
Daizha: Can I talk to you?
I debating on whether or not I should call her. I needed to lay my eyes on her, but I didn’t want to make shit worst for her. Pressing her name, I waited impatiently for her to answer. Just as I was about to hang up, she answered.
“Hello?” she sniffed.
“Daizha? You good?” I asked..
“I…I’m fine,” she lied.
“It don’t sound like it, so tell me wassup.”
I sat and listened to her tell me everything that happened earlier, and my blood was boiling. I couldn’t stand niggas like that. That nigga was a bitch, and I wouldn’t hesitate to beat his ass if need be.
“Don’t believe shit that nigga says Daizha. He’s a fuck nigga and gets off on belittling other people. Fuck him. Just tell me what you need me to do.” I don’t know why I was offering all this assistance to this girl, but I felt compelled to.
“You’ve done enough. I jus…I gotta go!” I heard the panic in her voice before she hung up. That nigga must’ve been back. Like I mentioned before, I don’t know why I was compelled to help this girl, but here I was grabbing my keys and gun, before dropping my feet in a pair of sneakers and headed out the door with just a t-shirt and ball shorts on. It was gonna take me a good thirty minutes to get to Daizha’s side of town from my condo, but I did the dash there and got there in fifteen. When I pulled up, I grabbed my gun and walked up to the door. I was gonna knock until I saw it was cracked. Taking caution to the wind, I walked in that muthafucka with my gun leading the way and followed the gruff male voice upstairs. When I got to the opening of the bedroom door. I saw the nigga throwing clothes in her face and yelling for her to get her worthless, whorish ass out of his shit. Having had enough, I made my presence known.
“Aye, Dai. Get ya shit and let’s go,” I ordered, startling the both of them. Daizha looked as if she saw a ghost, while this nigga looked like he wanted to kill a nigga on the spot.
“Nigga, I know you ain’t just walked in my fuckin’ house,” he barked.
“I ain’t did the electric slide up in this bitch and take all that rough shit out ya voice. You ain’t built like that.” I turned my attention from him and turned to a frightened Daizha.
“Dai, get ya shit, baby girl,” I said a little gentler. She looked as if she was contemplating her next move.
“You called this nigga to come get you?” ol’ boy asked. He didn’t even give the girl a chance to respond before he started talking again. “Aight, bet. Get the fuck out, but leave every fucking thing. You ain’t taking shit out this bitch. Let that nigga get you what you need. You probably won’t even last that long wit’ him because after he realizes that you’re a useless, ran through bitch, he ain’t gon’ want ya ass either. Just like ya mama.” His face held a smirk while she stood there and silently cried. She didn’t know how badly I wanted to shoot him in the fuckin’ face right now because not only did his words hurt Daizha, they triggered some shit inside of me.
Clearing my throat, I looked at her and said, “fuck this shit and come on.” She looked between the two of us and ultimately she walked in my direction. I saw her purse and by the door and phone on the dresser and grabbed both of them. I told her to go ahead outside, and I was right behind her. She nodded and turned to leave when this stupid ass nigga charged in our direction, but the sight of my gun in his face stopped him in his tracks.
“Find you something safe to do, my boy. This ain’t it.” He stared at me like he wanted some smoke, but both of us knew better. He threw his hands up and nodded. I walked back down the stairs sideways so I could watch his bitch ass. When I made it back outside and in the car, Daizha was in the passenger seat, crying and shaking. I didn’t even say shit to her as I pulled out of the driveway and headed back home. I didn’t know what the fuck I was getting myself into, but it was too late now.
***
It’s been a few hours since I brought Daizha back to my spot. She’s been sitting in the same spot since we got here. She sat on the couch, balled up until she finally went to sleep. I had to step out, but I didn’t want to leave her here alone, so I called Jaylen to come sit with her until I got back. I wasn’t worried about her going anywhere. I just didn’t want her to wake up in an unfamiliar place. Jay was a familiar face, so I figured she would be fine.
“You told Ma Izzy and Zeus you were staying over here?” I asked.
“Yeah, I told Ma. You know Daddy wasn’t home.” I nodded because she was right. It was time for a shipment, so he was more than likely at the store. That nigga ran a parcel/courier service and had all his shit shipped there, and only had his people working for him. Shit was smart as fuck and definitely undetectable.
“Aight. I’ll be back later. Hit me if you need me.” I kissed Jay on the forehead and just stared at Daizha, asleep on the couch.
“Where you at?” I asked Kev when he answered the call.
“Headed to the spot. I got Dre and BJ waiting already,” he informed. Dre and BJ were some niggas that worked with us. Zeus told me I needed to have a set of shooters because I didn’t need to be the only bussin’ my gun all the time. Dre and BJ were the only two niggas who had just as much heart as me and Kev.
“Aight, bet. I’m headed that way.” I hung up with Kev and cruised through traffic with my mind on Daizha. I don’t know what her story is, but hearing dude say that her mama didn’t want her, had me fucked up. I didn’t think it was another muthafucka alive that knew what it felt like to have ya mama not want to be fucked up with you. I mean, Juanita took care of me, but that was because she had to. In my eyes, she was relieved that they took me so she could be a hoe in peace and freely. When I pulled up to the spot, Kev was already there, so I exited my car and went inside to meet him.
“Wassup…wassup,” I greeted when I got inside. They already had a blunt in rotation, so I joined in and chopped it up until these niggas showed up.
“Aye, somebody’s pulling up,” Dre pointed out, looking at the camera. After checking it out myself, I confirmed it. That’s when I told Dre and BJ to go duck off. They were to be felt and not seen. Kev opened the door and in walked Sergio and his brother Fabian. Some fake ass Italian mob niggas.
“Che succede, ragazzi miei? (What’s up, my boys?)” Sergio spoke, pissing me off. Nigga knew how to speak English, yet he came in here with this bullshit.
“English, muthafucka,” I snarled.
“No need for the obscenities,” Fabian said.
“Nigga, fuck what you talkin’,” I barked before turning my attention back to Sergio.
“You got everything I asked for?”
“Nigga, don’t insult me. You got my fuckin’ money?” His brother threw the bag at my feet, and I just looked at his ass and cocked my head to the side.
“I look like yo’ bitch for you to be throwing some shit at me? Hand me that shit with some muthafuckin’ respect or I’ll let these slugs show you some fuckin’ manners.” I had my gun at my side. It wasn’t no need to aim that shit. That’s why Dre and BJ were here.
Gritting his teeth, he mumbled some shit in Italian under his breath, “Fottuti bastardi neri. (Fuckin’ black bastards.)” I knew it was some disrespectful shit he just said, but I was gonna let it slide on the account I’on know what the fuck it was. Kev took the bag and placed it on the table to count it to make sure every penny was there.
“It’s straight,” he informed.
“Aight, bet. I’ll hit y’all up when you can come pick ya shit up.”
“Wait. We’re not getting our stuff tonight?” Sergio asked.
“What did I just say? You think I was gon’ have my shit here and have you try to rob me. You were gon’ need the entire Italian mob to pull that shit off. Like I said, I’ll be in touch to let you know when to pick up your shipment. If you don’t like the way I do shit, then I suggest you find another muthafucka that can get you the same shit I can for this price.” The two brothers looked at each other before turning back towards me.
“We’ll be in touch,” Sergio announced before they turned to leave.
“Them spaghetti eating muthafuckas thought they were gon’ come in here and run shit. Fuck outta here,” Kev laughed.
“Yeah, that’s what they thought. They came in here thinking I was some rookie ass nigga that ain’t know shit. Fuck outta here wit’ allat. I know I’ma have to shoot that Fabio looking nigga if he tries to get buck wit’ me again.” We stayed a lil’ while longer to make sure they didn’t try to double back on no funny shit. When I got home, Jay and Daizha were up watching corny ass shit on TV.
“What y’all in here doing?” I asked, walking closer into the living room. I took a seat on the opposite chair since they both were occupying the couch.
“We weren’t really watching it. Just something to have on in the background,” Jay explained.
“Uh, huh. Y’all ate?”
“Yeah. It’s some wings still in there.” Jay explained. I nodded. Daizha was looking down at her hands and not saying. Jay noticed where my attention went, and she excused herself to the room she had over here. When I heard the door shut, I got up and moved by Daizha.
“Wassup. You good?” I asked.
“I guess,” she mumbled.
“Nah. You gotta do better than that.” I leaned back on the couch but still kept my eyes on her.
“Thank you,” she mentioned.
“It ain’t no problem. I would want somebody to look out for Jay if she was in that situation. Plus, I saw that look in your eyes when I first met them. Shits were dark…voided…like mine. I know that look.” She looked up at me and a tear fell down her cheeks. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a side hug and gave her arm a squeeze.
“Don’t let that nigga’s words get to you. Ain’t shit wrong wit’ you, Dai. I don’t know your story but when you’re ready to talk about it…I’ll be here.”
“Thank you, Demetric. You didn’t have to come get me, but I didn’t have anybody else,” she sniffed.
“You got me now.”
I meant that shit. I wasn’t looking for shit from Daizha. I met another lost soul, and that shit fucked with me. I had Zeus and Ma Izzy in my corner. The least I could do was extend the same courtesy to somebody else that was in need like I once was…like I still was.