Release your inner inhibitions and just listen:
When going thru this journey called life, along the line, we go thru a series of events. We reach peaks in our lives we never thought possible, and we also hit rock bottom of the valley. In between those peaks and valley's you must find an outlet which best suits YOU. For the 8 year old me, that outlet was writing, whether it be my inner most thoughts or something creative. You see, the thing is, this is the first time since reading papers aloud in grade school I have shared samples of my writing.
The idea for this story in particular came about when I was living in New Orleans. My significant other asked me if I had been writing lately, and suggested I see where I was creatively. From there, I wrote for hours non-stop with a "This could happen, this does happen" kind of mindset. For a year or so I had writers block, and I moved back home to Atlanta where I would meet an actress from Toronto named Kadijah, who would not only inspire me to write, but to eventually turn this idea into a series. I am excited to share what I have written with you all and look forward to hearing your feedback. So without further adieu allow me to introduce myself.
Artist who is sensitive about her shit.
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?
I stood there in awe and disbelief as the white man slapped the cuffs on my wrist. (Fuck) For the first time in a minute I was at a loss for words.. 20 drops and a few mil later I finally got popped. I didn't give a fuck cause I knew my baby would get me out.. All I had to do was keep my mouth shut and get to the precinct so I could call him. After hours of being processed and verbally and sexually abused in holding, I finally got to make my call. My heart was thumpin'. Partly 'cause I was afraid of disappointing him... but really I was ready to hear his voice, and have him come and get me so I could fuck the piss outta him.
"I'm sorry, but the number you have reached is no longer in service."
I looked at the phone and took a breath, 'cause I was dialing fast as fuck and just KNEW I had the wrong number.. I dialed the number again. Slowly this time...and got the same response. I called my girl Winter; she was no where to be found. I called his best friend ...no answer. There was a lump the size of a tennis ball in my throat. My heart dropped as my stomach churned. "Monroe!" The guard called my name, and as I walked up he undressed me with his eyes. "Yeah," I replied. "NO BOND." Once he said that, it hit me that I wasn't getting out. I finally lost it. I spit on him calling him every name in the book, and I tried to come across the desk, but before I could connect to his face I felt my head hit the floor and a needle in my arm.
I woke up in a cell by myself. How did I get here? It brought me back to when I left Atlanta to go to New York with only 3 racks in my pocket. It wasn't shit, but it was enough to get me a little apartment on the lower east side, some noodles, and some blankets until I figured out what I was gonna do for cash.
Knock. Knock. Knock. I jumped up and grabbed my box cutter. I ain't know nobody from New York, and I didn't wanna be caught slippin' if somebody tried to run up in my shit. I looked thru the peep hole and caught a glimpse of the chick who was standing in front of my door. And as I opened the door I saw her. Hand in the doorway; she was red with long dark hair (that was hers), a little white T-shirt with no bra, shorts that flattered her fat ass and legs that wouldn't quit. I wasn't into chicks like that, but I could admit that she was beautiful.
"Don't shoot," she said in a strong but subtle New York accent. She ain't sound like a man like the rest of 'em out there, so she had my intrigue.. "You must ain't from here." "How'd you guess?" I asked, while observing her for the second time. "You just pulled out a box cutta instead of a gun," she said with a grin. "I'm Winter. I live next door. I see you just moving in, and I just wanted to let you know if you need anything I'm right here...right next door." I ain't tell her my life story, but I did tell her I was looking for work. She mentioned a gentleman's club a few blocks away she was working at. I figured shit, fuck it...I need money and fast.
I went to her house that Friday night to numb myself before we went to the club. As time grew closer to us leaving, she felt me getting nervous. "Dance for me," she said. I laughed. "What?" "Dance for me," she repeated as she pointed at the pole that stood in the middle of her apartment. Luckily, I was 2 blunts and 4 shots in. She said "Make me wanna fuck you," in that accent. Again... I wasn't into girls like that. But after she said that, I was. I wasn't on the pole 2 minutes before she made her way over to me. She looked me in my eyes, grabbed my neck, and put her hand in my shorts. We heard a knock at the door and she whispered, "Later."
When we arrived at the club, Winter told me to pretend like it was just us in the room. I thought I'd have time to drink a little more and mentally prepare for what was about to take place, but before I knew it, they called my name.
"Roxanne to the stage"
As I made my way to the stage, he walked in.. Everyone was jumping thru hoops to get a handshake or say hello to the cliché tall dark and handsome man.. As my 7 inch heel tapped the first step of the stage I felt my hand being grabbed. "You're too beautiful to be in here dancing," tall dark and handsome said to me with a smile. "And you're too young to be my daddy," I said as I snatched my hand away from him. "What if I told you there was a way for you to make money with out trickin' and showing off that beautiful body of yours?" he replied. "I'm listening." I put my number in his phone. "I'll pick you up tomorrow for lunch at noon." I didn't want him to know where I lived,so I told him I'd meet him at Junior's bar on Broadway.
With it being my first week in New York and all, I got lost.. I hopped on the wrong subway, walked in the wrong direction, and no one was willing to help me get to where I needed to go. I was an hour late. He sat there, drink half empty, with an annoyed look on his face. "Sorry I'm late." "First rule of business, sweetheart...always be on time." "My apologies...I'm sorry, I never got your name." "Malachi, but everyone calls me Black...and yours?
"Lola.. Lola Monroe."
I shook his hand and looked directly into his big, brown eyes. I don't fawn over niggas, but I could see why everyone was quick to get at him. Just from looking at him I could tell he handled his business and took care of himself. We chopped it up, got to know each other a little more..He got more into "the business" after a while, telling me how I'd be making the runs and delivering kilos. I knew I was supposed to be paying attention, but I couldn't help but notice how he had the most beautiful skin I had ever seen on a man. I couldn't understand why people called him Black when he wasn't that dark to begin with. His perfect teeth complemented his lips, and I couldn't help but wonder what his tongue felt like. I was gawking at him trying my best not to let him know that I was. Then I heard him say, "You in Shorty?" I had a millisecond to weigh my options: Strip, dead end job, or make a few runs. "I'm in."
For the next few weeks, we spent everyday together. I started out counting his money, learning how to shoot, and running with him to make little plays (all the while growing more and more attracted to him). By the time the next month rolled around, I had my first run. My job was to drive a truck with 2 kilos to Jersey and right back. If all went well, there was 200k in it for me, which wasn't bad considering I had to split the money with Malachi and the 3 other niggas who was in on it. The first time, his best friend Slim came with me just to make sure everything went smoothly.
And it did.
We pulled up at a warehouse, and there were two guys Slim seemed to know standing there.. They loaded up, and when I came back Chi showed me 200k cash. I had never seen that much money in person. All I knew was I wanted more. "When's the next drop," I said anxiously. "Chill, baby girl...you did good. I'll call you sometime next week." Next week? I thought to myself. I had enough cash.. I just couldn't wait that long to see him.
Winter knocked on my door a few days later and asked me where I had been. I didn't know her all that well so I ain't tell her I was runnin' for Chi. I just told her I took a lil trip out of town. I had enough money to buy a car and fix my place up, buy a bed and even switch from noodles to sandwich meat. After all, I ain't know if Chi was gonna call me for sure, and 200k could go fast if I wasn't careful.
I was walking out of Saks when Malachi pulled up in the prettiest all-white Porsche I ever seen. That bitch looked straight off the lot. He looked even better in it. "Get in, beautiful." I couldn't help but to get in.. "You look gorgeous as usual."
"Thank you," I said, being short.
"You hungry, baby girl?" I looked at him.
"I could eat."