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don’t really want, so why don’t you get yo’ ass up out of here and take those damn kids with you.”
    His words were like music to my ears. And while I was on my way up out of this motherfucking apartment anyway, Ray made this easy for me. I pretended as if I still needed him. That way, he wouldn’t suspect that I had anything to do with the robbery last night.
    â€œRay, stop this, okay? We . . . Where are me and the girls supposed to go? You know that I can’t make it without you. I . . . I’ll do my best to make things right, and I swear that I won’t ever backtalk you again or fight back.”
    He slammed his hand on the table, shaking it. “Bitch, didn’t you hear what the fuck I said? I ain’t got time to listen to that bullshit story you tryin’ to sell me. And as for those crocodile tears, you should’ve thought about that shit when you told them muthafuckas where my stash was at. And by the way, how in the hell did you know where it was anyway? I ain’t ever told you, so how did you know? That nigga Honey told you, didn’t he?”
    I had to make this good, so I allowed a flood of tears to come out. I begged Ray not to release me from his life. “No, baby, no. Honey didn’t tell me anything. He would never betray you like that. The only reason I knew was because I saw you go into the room a few times and move the shelf aside. For God’s sake, Ray, rethink this and stop treating me like this. You gotta think about what would’ve happened if I didn’t show them where the money was. We’d all be dead right now. I did what I thought was best, and to hell with that money.”
    Mentioning the money was a good way to get his blood boiling. He sucked in his bottom lip and bit into it. It was obvious that Ray loved his money more than anything else.
    â€œI hate a beggin’ bitch. And if you ever think I would choose my money over you, you got me fucked up.” He shifted his eyes to the clock on the wall. “It’s almost ten o’clock. You got until noon to get those few rags you got and get the fuck out of here.”
    I dropped to my knees and crawled over to him. “Please, Ray!” I begged. “Where am I gon’ go? Don’t do this to me, especially after all that I’ve done for you!”
    I was damn good at pretending, and my performance was on point. Tears poured down my face, and I held on to Ray’s leg as he got up from the table to walk away. He lifted his other foot and kicked my shoulder.
    â€œBack the fuck up! You down there lookin’ like a fuckin’ stupid-ass dog. Get up and move it! Now, bitch, now!”
    Okay, enough was enough. I sat on the floor, sobbing. Ray was clearly irritated by my actions and he couldn’t take much more. He hurried to put on his clothes and got the hell out of there. Afterward, I got off the floor and smiled. I lit a cigarette and whistled smoke into the air, thinking about where I, my beautiful daughters, and handsome son would go from here.
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    Later that day, I waited at a nearby hotel with Honey. The girls were still at the apartment, so I had to hurry back to get them. Ray wanted us out, so therefore, I didn’t have much time to waste.
    We waited for Honey’s uncles to arrive, and within the hour they came. They came in ready to negotiate with me, and I was so surprised when one of them asked for 70 percent of Ray’s goods.
    â€œSeventy percent?” I shouted while sitting on the couch with my legs crossed. “I don’t think so. That’s too damn much.”
    â€œTake it or leave it,” one of the uncles said. “We did most of the work anyway.”
    â€œHe’s right,” another said. It was apparent that they’d discussed this shit in the car. Their intentions were to get all that they could from the deal. “All y’all did was pretend to play scared and show us where to