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and boarded up. He killed the ignition, and turned to speak to his best friend, who sat in the passenger seat beside him. “What you think we should do with the car?”
“Shiiit, we can leave this muh’fucka right here. We both got on gloves, so it ain’t like we leavin’ no fingerprints behind,” Ant replied.
“Yeah, but if ol’ boy report his shit missin’, and the police get to lookin’ for it, we don’t want them muh’fuckas gettin’ this close to the house.”
“Now that I think about it, you right. That crack smoking nigga lil’ Joe been known to do some bullshit like that too. Like a muh’fucka really wanna steal this old piece of shit,” Ant D said, laughing.
He and Mike continued discussing the best way to dispose of the car without drawing any attention to the heinous crime they had just committed.
The sound of their voices drifted to the back of the car, interrupting Meka’s sordid thoughts of her painful past. Tears had escaped her eyes without her even being aware of it.
Her brother and Mike’s voices had interrupted her reverie. They rescued her from thinking about a childhood that had scarred her for life, and brought her back to the present. At least it’s still dark outside , thought Meka, as she used the back of her hand to wipe away the salty trail of tears that had silently slid down her cheeks.
Realizing that she was only three doors down from her mama’s house, she got out of the car and walked the short distance home. She was excited about her cut from the robbery, but she felt dirty, both physically and mentally. Meka wanted nothing more than to soak her tired body in a nice hot bath, and scrub away that dirty feeling.
“Hold the fuck up, Meka. Where is you goin’?” her brother asked.
“Where it look like I’m goin’? I need to wash my ass, and put some clean clothes on,” Meka said, and continued to walk towards her mother’s house. She was barefoot. The gravel and dirt against the soles of her feet reminded her of the fact that she had left a pair of $600 Jimmy Choos behind, rushing to get out of Twan’s house. Oh well. Looks like I’ma have to go shopping this week, she thought to herself.
The thought of shopping always lifted Meka’s spirits. Wondering exactly how much money was in that pillow case, she began to feel better already. She entered her mama’s house, and cracked a smile, thinking of all the new clothes she would cop from her favorite stores at Haywood Mall that week.
“There she go again with that hot shit,” Mike said to Ant D. “A muh’fucka can’t tell her ass nothin’!”
“Yeah, I know, but shit, we good now, Mike. All the hard shit is behind us. And while we sittin’ here bullshittin’ ‘bout what to do with this car, really all we gotta do is take this beat up piece of shit back to Lil’ Joe in the morning. The main thing is gettin’ rid of
“Shiiit, we can leave this muh’fucka right here. We both got on gloves, so it ain’t like we leavin’ no fingerprints behind,” Ant replied.
“Yeah, but if ol’ boy report his shit missin’, and the police get to lookin’ for it, we don’t want them muh’fuckas gettin’ this close to the house.”
“Now that I think about it, you right. That crack smoking nigga lil’ Joe been known to do some bullshit like that too. Like a muh’fucka really wanna steal this old piece of shit,” Ant D said, laughing.
He and Mike continued discussing the best way to dispose of the car without drawing any attention to the heinous crime they had just committed.
The sound of their voices drifted to the back of the car, interrupting Meka’s sordid thoughts of her painful past. Tears had escaped her eyes without her even being aware of it.
Her brother and Mike’s voices had interrupted her reverie. They rescued her from thinking about a childhood that had scarred her for life, and brought her back to the present. At least it’s still dark outside , thought Meka, as she used the back of her hand to wipe away the salty trail of tears that had silently slid down her cheeks.
Realizing that she was only three doors down from her mama’s house, she got out of the car and walked the short distance home. She was excited about her cut from the robbery, but she felt dirty, both physically and mentally. Meka wanted nothing more than to soak her tired body in a nice hot bath, and scrub away that dirty feeling.
“Hold the fuck up, Meka. Where is you goin’?” her brother asked.
“Where it look like I’m goin’? I need to wash my ass, and put some clean clothes on,” Meka said, and continued to walk towards her mother’s house. She was barefoot. The gravel and dirt against the soles of her feet reminded her of the fact that she had left a pair of $600 Jimmy Choos behind, rushing to get out of Twan’s house. Oh well. Looks like I’ma have to go shopping this week, she thought to herself.
The thought of shopping always lifted Meka’s spirits. Wondering exactly how much money was in that pillow case, she began to feel better already. She entered her mama’s house, and cracked a smile, thinking of all the new clothes she would cop from her favorite stores at Haywood Mall that week.
“There she go again with that hot shit,” Mike said to Ant D. “A muh’fucka can’t tell her ass nothin’!”
“Yeah, I know, but shit, we good now, Mike. All the hard shit is behind us. And while we sittin’ here bullshittin’ ‘bout what to do with this car, really all we gotta do is take this beat up piece of shit back to Lil’ Joe in the morning. The main thing is gettin’ rid of
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