Chapter 47 SCOOTER
SCOOTER
I didn’t know if Bop stopping me from killing myself was a good or bad thing.
He shoved the shit out of me, causing the gun to fly out of my hand and go off.
Hearing the loud bang and what it could have done to me fucked me up.
The truth was Bishop saved Keith from having to cry over my body, but it didn’t erase the problems. Once I had calmed down, I explained everything to them.
Although they told me not to worry about it, I still did.
Bop claimed he knew someone who could handle Clark, but how could that be when the nigga had been running rampant for years?
Bleek and Bishop had decided to bring me to a place they said would keep me safe while they went on a manhunt for Naheem.
When I first got here, and the older lady answered the door, I knew these niggas didn’t know what they were doing.
How could I be safe with a grandma who looked like all she did was bake cookies and shit?
After being here for the last couple of days, the first chance I got, I called Beans.
A part of me wanted to run the fuck out of here. Between Baking Best and a wheelchair rolling Nancy, I didn’t know what to do. When I heard someone knocking at the door, I knew it had to be that nigga Beans. Best had gone to answer the door while I anxiously waited.
“Well, hello? I’m Best,” I heard her say.
“Hi. The name is Beans,” he replied.
That’s when I didn’t hear anything else but saw him come around the corner.
I hopped up but froze when his gaze seemed to focus on the family pictures on the wall.
The look on his face was the very same one I had when I, too, became envious of other happy families.
She walked up alongside him, “That’s my son Leek, Pierre, and my daughter Paige,” she told him.
He moved closer toward the picture, staring at the muhfucka like a stalker. “I know her,” he mumbled.
Best smiled brightly. “So, you are the infamous Beans?” she asked. “I’ve heard your shows. Interesting topics.”
He glanced down at her as if he were surprised. “I’ve heard a lot about you. You’re more handsome than she described.”
It was the look he had. This nigga fucking with her daughter. I thought.
He glanced up at me. Nigga, let’s go. I mouthed.
He looked back down at Best as if he wanted to say something, but he said nothing. “She’s a sweet girl. Don’t let your mother come between you two,” she said to him.
The nigga looked shook. He turned to leave, and she stopped him. “Is everything ok?” she asked.
I rushed over toward her, “Yeah, he’s fine. Thanks for letting me stay. Tell Pierre I will get up with him,” I said as I rushed behind Beans.
Once we were outside, I said something. “Fuck was that? You fuck with her daughter or some shit?”
He stopped and spun my way. “Don’t bring her up. Get in.”
We hopped in his car, and he took off. I threw my hands up. “I was just asking. I saw how you looked at that picture. I mean, shit, if you like her, then you do. I’m no one’s judge. To me, I think you should keep it a bean,” I paused.
He hit the brakes, sending me forward. “I told you not to bring her up, and for some reason, you’re still going. I said keep her out of your mouth before I take your ass back,” he gritted.
I didn’t understand why he was so cold. I ain’t never seen a nigga being weird over a female. “Yo, why the fuck are you so angry? I have more reasons to be out here firing shit up than you.”
He ignored what I said as he changed the subject. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling you.”
My head dropped back on the headrest. I knew I could trust Bop, but I still wasn’t sure about Beans. “My phone died.”
He cut his eyes at me. “Did you get what I sent you?”
I nodded. “Yeah, thank you. It’ll keep me cool for now, but I just need a place to lay my head. I need a favor,” I said as my head rolled his way.
“Nn,” he paused. “What is it?” he gritted.
“I need you to take me to TSU. My brother is there, and that’s the only place I feel safe right now.”
What I really wanted to do was check on Morgan, but after Naheem pulled that stunt with Clark's help, going back to her crib was the last thing I needed to do. It fucked me up because for a moment I felt like Shorty was what I needed, but the troubles I had hanging over me were something she didn’t need.
I glanced over at Beans, who still had yet to answer my question.
“Earth to the nigga driving. What’s up? You gone look out or what? ”
He gave me a glance, “I need to make a stop first.”