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to turn right onto the side street and get the hell out of their way because it was sounding as if it was about to be on, so I did.
Why did I do that? I heard the tires screech loud and clear. Out of nowhere that same silver truck jumped the curb and crashed right into me, spinning my car halfway around so I was now facing the opposite direction. Li’l Peanut started crying. I almost swallowed my tongue, and my hands were shaking like a leaf. I looked in the back at my son and thanked God that he was still secure in his car seat and unharmed. I got out to get my baby out of the backseat so I could calm him down and check my car.
A guy with a hood over his head jumped out of the driver’s side of the truck and started limping away as fast as he possibly could. He didn’t even look back. I put my son back in his seat, strapped him in and shut the door. I eased over to the truck to get a better look, and the passenger door popped open. A head dipped out the door as its body slumped across the seat. I moved in closer to see if the victim was still breathing. He looked up at me and struggled to speak. He was holding onto a duffel bag while lying on top of another one. I knew what kind of bags those were. Blood was all over his face, and he started mumbling, but I didn’t understand him. I wasn’t trying to hear what he was saying.
I heard tires screeching again in the distance, and this time, they were blazing. I grabbed the bags and when I did, dude grabbed my wrist. Our eyes met, and again, he tried to speak, blood bubbles forming on his lips and I quickly pulled away. I grabbed one bag and then the other. One was much heavier than the other. Struggling, I rushed back to my car. I threw the bags in my front seat, jumped in the car and sped off. My poor baby was screaming at the top of his lungs.
The sirens were getting closer, and I was doing damn near fifty in a residential area. Then out of the blue the black Nissan was behind me and two Detroit police cars and a state trooper vehicle were behind him. I pulled over to the side, and once again my heart was pounding a mile a minute. I struggled to catch my breath as I gripped the steering wheel tighter and they flew right by me. What were the odds of this happening? Only on T.V. do you see the old white lady who finds a bag of money and turns it over to the police. That wasn’t going to be me. I exhaled slowly and pulled off while praying all the way.
Finally I pulled up into my garage and didn’t get out of the car until the door was closed. I jumped out and unbuckled Li’l Peanut from out of the car seat to calm him down. While I was holding him and bouncing him I looked at my wrist and saw blood. I went into the house to wash my shaking hands. I sat Anthony in his high chair with some juice and crackers and headed back to the garage to go see what exactly was in those bags.
I grabbed them and carried them into the kitchen. After placing them onto the counter I unzipped them both and looked inside. Just as I hoped, money in one and dope in theother. But at that same moment, what I had just done hit me like a ton of bricks. I quickly zipped the bags up and stepped back with my hands over my chest. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. Oh… my… God! Whose fuckin’ package did I just jack? I unzipped both bags and again looked at my new stash, wondering what I had just gotten myself into.
I went back to the garage to check out my car. I walked around it to see the damage, and yes, the rear driver’s side was banged up. “Damn,” I said, following the long dent and scratch. When I got to the back, my knees buckled when I saw that the license plate was gone.
“Shit! Fuck!” I said, starting to panic. I paced back and forth wondering what to do. Snatching up Li’l Peanut, we went looking in front of the house. Nothing. I started walking down the block. Still nothing. I couldn’t get back to the house quick enough to dash upstairs and get Briggen’s keys
Why did I do that? I heard the tires screech loud and clear. Out of nowhere that same silver truck jumped the curb and crashed right into me, spinning my car halfway around so I was now facing the opposite direction. Li’l Peanut started crying. I almost swallowed my tongue, and my hands were shaking like a leaf. I looked in the back at my son and thanked God that he was still secure in his car seat and unharmed. I got out to get my baby out of the backseat so I could calm him down and check my car.
A guy with a hood over his head jumped out of the driver’s side of the truck and started limping away as fast as he possibly could. He didn’t even look back. I put my son back in his seat, strapped him in and shut the door. I eased over to the truck to get a better look, and the passenger door popped open. A head dipped out the door as its body slumped across the seat. I moved in closer to see if the victim was still breathing. He looked up at me and struggled to speak. He was holding onto a duffel bag while lying on top of another one. I knew what kind of bags those were. Blood was all over his face, and he started mumbling, but I didn’t understand him. I wasn’t trying to hear what he was saying.
I heard tires screeching again in the distance, and this time, they were blazing. I grabbed the bags and when I did, dude grabbed my wrist. Our eyes met, and again, he tried to speak, blood bubbles forming on his lips and I quickly pulled away. I grabbed one bag and then the other. One was much heavier than the other. Struggling, I rushed back to my car. I threw the bags in my front seat, jumped in the car and sped off. My poor baby was screaming at the top of his lungs.
The sirens were getting closer, and I was doing damn near fifty in a residential area. Then out of the blue the black Nissan was behind me and two Detroit police cars and a state trooper vehicle were behind him. I pulled over to the side, and once again my heart was pounding a mile a minute. I struggled to catch my breath as I gripped the steering wheel tighter and they flew right by me. What were the odds of this happening? Only on T.V. do you see the old white lady who finds a bag of money and turns it over to the police. That wasn’t going to be me. I exhaled slowly and pulled off while praying all the way.
Finally I pulled up into my garage and didn’t get out of the car until the door was closed. I jumped out and unbuckled Li’l Peanut from out of the car seat to calm him down. While I was holding him and bouncing him I looked at my wrist and saw blood. I went into the house to wash my shaking hands. I sat Anthony in his high chair with some juice and crackers and headed back to the garage to go see what exactly was in those bags.
I grabbed them and carried them into the kitchen. After placing them onto the counter I unzipped them both and looked inside. Just as I hoped, money in one and dope in theother. But at that same moment, what I had just done hit me like a ton of bricks. I quickly zipped the bags up and stepped back with my hands over my chest. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. Oh… my… God! Whose fuckin’ package did I just jack? I unzipped both bags and again looked at my new stash, wondering what I had just gotten myself into.
I went back to the garage to check out my car. I walked around it to see the damage, and yes, the rear driver’s side was banged up. “Damn,” I said, following the long dent and scratch. When I got to the back, my knees buckled when I saw that the license plate was gone.
“Shit! Fuck!” I said, starting to panic. I paced back and forth wondering what to do. Snatching up Li’l Peanut, we went looking in front of the house. Nothing. I started walking down the block. Still nothing. I couldn’t get back to the house quick enough to dash upstairs and get Briggen’s keys
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