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By the time he drove around to get back on the highway I was going to be long gone.
    â€œTake that, you dumb-ass motherfucka!” I yelled excitedly. “Wooohooo! Your boy is nice with the wheels! There ain’t a nigga alive that can drive better than me,” I cheered, slamming my fist on the steering wheel. Lauren’s eyes were bugged out and she was holding on to the seat-belt straps for dear life. I started to laugh at her ass because she was the one who’d gotten us into this mess. I can’t front; the chase was exhilarating even though I was mad as hell to be involved.
    â€œOh my God! I can’t thank you enough! I can’t believe he was going to kill me! Aggggh!” Yancy cried out. “I don’t know what would’ve happened to me! Agggh!” She was screaming and crying like the nigga was still right behind us. She was getting on my nerves with all of that now.
    â€œYo, chill. You safe now. Just chill. That nigga is lost on the highway somewhere,” I told her. I couldn’t stand all of that fucking yelling and screaming shit. It was just a crazy situation to be thrown into like that.
    I looked at Lauren out of the corner of my eye. She looked over at me and I made a face at her like what the fuck we supposed to do with this chick now? We didn’t know the chick from a can of paint aside from us buying a few hot watches, cuff links, and some nice necklaces from her. That didn’t exactly qualify the chick to come chill at our spot with us. I mean if the chick was grimy enough to be stealing jewelry from tricks, what was to stop her from doing some grimy shit to us?
    I was from that street school of thought where we didn’t trust nobody, not even a bitch that look like she had just gotten her ass beat. You know how many street niggas I had seen get set up by bitches posing as damsels in distress? Shit, too many to count. That was one of those classic hood setup plots. I didn’t trust Yancy from the minute I had laid eyes on her but Lauren was all about it. Lauren was a kindhearted person but I wasn’t feeling the whole vibe or motion of helping her.
    Lauren turned up the music and leaned over to tell me, “Take her back to the condo. Let me help her get cleaned up and find out where she wants us to take her after that.” I look at Lauren like she fell and bumped her fucking head. She had to be smoking some wacky-ass bud if she thought for one minute I was bringing that grimy chick to my crib off the rip.
    â€œNah, you bugging. You acting like you ain’t grow up in the hood. Fuck out of here, Lauren. We not bringing no stranger where we rest at so you better come up with another plan,” I said flatly. “I’ll grab her a short stay a ’telly if you want. You want to make sure she a’ight once she check in that’s up to you. I ain’t about to bring no assault victim to my crib ’cause next thing I know she turn crazy talkin’ about we did something to her or she have some crazy nigga following her to the crib. Use your brain,” I told Lauren point blank. She was really tripping and not thinking straight at that moment. She was acting like this chick was a harmless stray dog or some shit.
    â€œYou’re right. Take her to a hotel,” Lauren changed her mind.
    I got Yancy a room at the downtown Residence Inn. I paid it up for two nights just in case she needed an extra day to get herself together. I mean old dude had banged her up pretty badly. I was still curious about how she had gotten away if the dude chasing her was able to inflict that much damage on her. When it came down to it Yancy had two black eyes, two missing teeth, three broken fingers, a fractured rib, and a bunch of scratches and cuts. Yancy was a fighter obviously. I guess that was the first thing that intrigued me about her. She wasn’t trying to go to the police or the hospital. She just agreed to stick that shit out like a