Hate the Player and the Game

chapter 43

Chapter 43

Diamond

           Weeks had started to pass by with me still living in the hotel. I had not once yet called Ludah and he had not shown up at my hotel looking for me like Armani had showed up at my apartment that one time. I had recently started cooking some more dope on the stove in my hotel room. I knew that it was a bad idea because of house keepers and maids, but I would hide my shit in the trunk of my car when I was done with it. I started selling dope all around Compton. My ass was making everyone remember my name. I would get strange calls asking for delivery's and that's when I knew that I would soon have to hire some dope boy's when I got my shit together, because a young girl like me couldn't be roaming the streets delivering coke.

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          It was a normal hot day in Compton and I was driving around it's dirty streets looking for an old apartment complex that sat above and old carry out store. When I found it, I parked across the street from it on purpose. I got out of my Acura wearing a red skin tight tank top that buttoned up and rose over my belly button, some tight Levi's carpi shorts that hugged my ass with a red belt, and cherry red pumps with a long skinny heel. I had my hair in a ponytail in the middle of my scalp and the long fake hair fell behind my shoulders. I had bright red lipstick on my full lips and I walked with a sway in my hips as I carried the package in my hands. It was a small card board box that I had filled with coke and duck taped shut just like my customer had asked. I went up the stairs that was next to the carry out store's entrance doors. I found myself in a small area with three walls surrounding me. Each wall had a door. I went to the one that my customer said that would be his and knocked on it. I had my brown glasses on and I was looking ghetto fabulous today. I chewed on my gum as I waited. I knocked on the door again and this time it opened. There was a man laughing and had a drink in his hand. He looked at me and licked his lips. "Who that is"! I heard another man from inside the apartment yell.

"It's just the bitch selling me my shit". My customer yelled back. He looked down at me. "Nice to see you again luscious". He said to me almost making me puke with the smell of his breath. I saw the other man over my customer's shoulder slowly walk up and smile at me. I had two dusty niggas in my face and all I wanted to do was get my money and go. I had my nine in my purse so I was prepared if they wanted to try some shit.

"I got a delivery for Bruce". I said.

"That's me luscious". My customer said. I wished that he would stop calling me that.

"Where my money at"? I asked.

"Fuck the money"! The other man said. "Get yo fine self in here"! He yelled lunging over Bruce and pulling on my arm.

"What the fuck! Get your filthy ass hands off of me"! I yelled. Bruce stepped in between us and tried to hold the other man back.
"Yo stop it San. We're not doing this today". He said calming the drunk man down. I stumbled back into the hall trying to rid of the miniature heart attack that I just had. Bruce then picked the package off of the ground after I dropped it and handed it to San. He went inside of the apartment and closed the door leaving me and Bruce standing alone. As I started to walk out, Bruce followed me out of the building. I stopped right in front of the carry out store.

"Look where's my money"? I asked.

"Right here". He said pulling out a thousand dollars. You would think that with the money he had, that he wouldn't be living in a run down apartment in such a low class neighbor hood. I snatched the money and started to count it. As I was counting, Bruce had looked up and spotted something that I hadn't. He pointed across the street and told me to look. I did, and saw two police officers running my way. They saw a young black girl counting money in front of a man so you would automatically think something was up. Bruce  pushed me as he ran back up to his apartment. I saw the police officers running my way and didn't know what to do. I definitely wasn't about to go to jail for gun charges. I started running away from them. I ran as fast as I could stumbling every once in a while in my heels. I looked back to see the two officers still chasing me and whispering stuff into the walkie talkies that they had on their shoulders. I ran almost in tears. I did not want to go to jail. Not now, and surely not ever. I turned into an alley way. As I ran all I had been thinking about was getting the police officers off of me, but then all of a sudden two arms reached out and grabbed me. Who ever it was put their nasty hand over my mouth as I stood with my butt smashing into their pelvis. I started to panic as I screamed, but the person shook me and told me not to. We soon watched the two police officers run past us then the person drug me down the nasty concrete steps leading into a basement of an old abandoned restaurant. The person closed and locked the door behind himself then threw me further into the room. I was about to cry and piss my pants because I didn't know what he wanted. He was a large mixed colored man, with a buff chest and big muscles. He had slick, jet black hair that curled in some areas, and a stubby beard all around his chin and jaw bone that had been over due for a shave. He had a Newport cigarette hanging from the right side of his mouth and his clothes looked dirty like he had been wearing the same thing for weeks. His white wife beater had sweat stains all under his pits and around his neck, and he had food stains all over. His dark blue sweats were high waters and his mauve slippers looked worn out. The man just stood starring at me. My lip stick had been smeared from him putting his hand all on my mouth and my hair had gotten a little bit frizzy. We just sat there having a stare down.