Chapter 30 #2
I bent down again, slid some fingers into the bag, then twisted the top and tied it off before settin’ it to the side with the others. My hands kept movin’ while I talked, doin’ what needed to be done like it was regular.
“Don’t get me wrong,” I went on, reachin’ for another bag, “what you did was stupid as hell… Kickin’ in ‘Nelle’s spot, takin’ that money, puttin’ a gun to her like that… yeah, that part was foul.”
I looked back at him again, this time a lil’ longer.
“But that shit gave me time with her,” I added. “Real time. And not all that in-passin’ shit we usually be on.”
He blinked at me slow, confused, like that wasn’t the direction he thought this was gon’ go.
I shook the next bag open and kept goin’.
“Please… bruh… please…” he rasped.
I ignored it…
“I really got to sit with ‘Nelle,” I continued, movin’ around the table, cleanin’ off what I needed to clean off before I kept goin’.
“I got to talk to her without all that extra shit around, and I ain’t gon’ lie, that made me realize I been holdin’ back on some shit I ain’t even have no reason to hold back on. ”
He coughed, wincin’, and I could tell he was tryna focus but his body wasn’t keepin’ up.
“I think I’m done doin’ that,” I said. “I’m done actin’ like I don’t feel what I feel just ’cause it’s easier that way.”
After a while, I picked up another bag and tied it off neat, then looked over at him again like I was really waitin’ on him to respond.
“Let me ask you somethin’,” I said. “Is how you felt about your baby mama?”
He frowned.
“Yunique,” I added like it was casual. “That your girl, right?”
His eyes moved a lil’, and I could see pain hit him.
“Cause I was thinkin’ about it,” I went on, noddin’ to myself like I was workin’ through somethin’ real. “You had to feel somethin’ strong for her, right?”
I shrugged…
“Then again,” I muttered, wipin’ my arms off slow while I looked over at him. “She can’t really hold shit down no more anyway. I threw her ass out the jet, so I guess that part don’t even matter now.”
He looked at me, and I could see it click, but by now, it was too late for this nigga to be thinkin’ about anything.
I kept movin’ around the room, pickin’ up what needed to be picked up, cleanin’ what needed to be cleaned and when I came back around in front of this nigga, I crouched down just enough so we was eye level.
“Bruh… you fuckin’ sick, dawg,” he managed to say, his voice weak but still tryna sound like he mattered.
I sat here for a second and really thought about what he said, tiltin’ my head like I was considerin’ his words for real.
“Nah,” I said after a moment, standin’ back up. “I ain’t sick.”
He coughed, blood hittin’ his lip while he tried to laugh through it.
“This ain’t normal…”
I looked down at him, calm as ever.
“That’s your problem right there,” I told him. “You think this got somethin’ to do with normal.”
I stepped closer, my tone changin’ just enough so he could hear the difference.
“I don’t kill human beings, nigga,” I said. “I deal with animals.”
He blinked at me, confused again.
“And what you did,” I continued, “that was animal shit. Kickin’ in a door, puttin’ fear in somebody who ain’t deserve it, takin’ what ain’t yours like you ain’t got no sense of right or wrong… that ain’t no human behavior.”
I crouched down in front of him again, restin’ my arms on my knees.
“So nah, I ain’t sick,” I added, lookin’ him dead in his eyes. “But you and your people was never built for this life in the first place.”
He tried to say somethin’, but it came out weak, like he ain’t even have the strength to finish the thought.
“That’s why niggas like you supposed to be in church on Sundays,” I went on, standin’ back up. “Or somewhere doin’ somethin’ that’s actually safe, ’cause when you step into shit like this without knowin’ what come with it, this what happen.”
I stood, reached over to the table and picked up a blade, holdin’ it in my hand for a second before I turned back to him.
“There’s real demons out here,” I said. “And you should’ve chose a different path instead of playin’ around like you was one of ’em.”
He shook his head weak, his eyes wide now.
“Please… bruh…”
I stepped closer, and just looked at him.
“I hope all that shit was worth it,” I told him. “Playin’ with people you ain’t have no business playin’ with.”
He opened his mouth again, tryna get somethin’ out, but it was weak and broken, like whatever he had left to say ain’t even have no weight behind it no more.
I stepped in closer lookin’ at him, takin’ in what was left of a nigga who thought he was built for somethin’ he never should’ve stepped into in the first place.
“You should’ve stayed in your lane,” I said, my voice calm while I adjusted my grip on the blade.
“You could’ve been a regular nigga right now, breathin’, livin’, doin’ whatever it is you used to do before you decided to play crazy.”
He tried to shake his head, but it barely moved.
I stepped in and slid the blade across his throat, until his shit opened up.
His body jerked once, then again, and after that it was nothin’ but him slumped in the chair, with blood gushin’ from his neck.
I stood here for a second, lookin’ at him, then I wiped the blade off slow and set it down.
When I stepped back and looked around, everything was handled… all of it.
And just like that; them niggas that thought they could play with Sha’Nelle and walk away from it was gone for good.