booths, to not be so easily seen. I mean, it’s good to see him again, but I feel that now is not the time to be reminiscing about back in the day…it’s too
late; he already saw me.
“Shana?” Tyrone turns around to see who’s calling my name. Then he looks at me. I give him a faint smile and remain seated.
“Oh, shit, Shana, it is you,” Terry says. “What’s up, girl? I ain’t seen you in a minute.” He comes at me with open arms, expecting a hug. I want to ignore him, but I really can’t. His boys continue standing on the line and watch. I glance at Tyrone as he continues waiting to place his order. I’m nervous, but I can’t pinpoint the reason why. Tyrone’s not my man, and Terry is just an old boyfriend from my past who just so happens to be in the burger joint tonight. All of a sudden, Tyrone’s eyes dart straight in his direction.
“Damn, you’re still looking fine as ever, Shana” Terry says.
“Long time, Terry,” I reply, leaving just enough room between him and I.
Before I can even look back over at Tyrone, he’s already standing behind Terry. My eyes widen. Terry turns around, and he looks like he’s seen a ghost. He takes a quick step back, bumping into me slightly. His boys, still on line, curiously stare on.
“Tyrone,” Terry murmurs.
“Yeah, muthafucka, it’s me. Where you been, and where the fuck is my money?!” Tyrone shouts.
“Look, I ran into some problems,” he tries to explain.
I’m dumbfounded. How does Tyrone know Terry? They went to different schools, and every time I saw Tyrone and Jakim together, I never saw Terry.
Terry looks scared shitless, and his movements make him look so pussy. He glances over at his boys, who are also lost. Then he glances back
at me, and he sees by the look on my face that I’m just as clueless as everyone else in the place.
“Tyrone, look—”
“Shut the fuck up!” Tyrone shouts, interrupting Terry’s explanation. He clenches his fists tightly and stares into Terry’s eyes without evening blinking. He’s mad.
“Tyrone—I—man…you see, what had happened was…” Terry didn’t even get to finish his sentence. Tyrone just knocked him across the head with a closed fist, causing Terry to stumble back against the table. Everyone’s attention is now on the situation. Tyrone then pulls out a gun and starts repeatedly hitting Terry over the head with it. I begin to scream as Tyrone continues to pistol-whip him right in front of me.
“Tyrone, what the fuck are you doing?!” I shout. He pays me no mind. Terry’s boys start to rush to his aid, but when Tyrone turns around and points his gun at them, they all freeze.
“What the fuck y’all gonna do—help out your pussy- ass boy?” he shouts, aiming the gun directly at them. Everyone in the place starts to panic; some run out of the restaurant, while others duck behind tables and counters. Terry’s three friends don’t know what to do with themselves as they stare down the barrel of Tyrone’s nine millimeter in terror. I also don’t know what to do, so I just stand there, watching one of my ex-boyfriends get beat down by someone I’m fucking. Terry now lies across the table, beaten and bleeding. He looks helpless.
Tyrone walks back over to Terry and continues to terrorize him. He pushes the barrel of the nine millimeter to his temple and threatens to shoot him if he doesn’t come up with his money soon. Terry begs for his life.
“I’m giving you till next week. I want my fuckin’ money, or I’m
gonna blow your fuckin’ brains out!” Tyrone shouts.
He then shoves Terry down onto the floor. I remain completely silent. Terry looks up at me. One of his eyes is badly bruised and closed. His nose looks like it’s broken, and blood covers his mouth, chin and neck. He’s a fuckin’ mess.
“C’mon, Shana!” Tyrone yells, grabbing me by the arm. I stand there, contemplating if I should get in the car with him. “C’mon, Shana, get in the fuckin’
late; he already saw me.
“Shana?” Tyrone turns around to see who’s calling my name. Then he looks at me. I give him a faint smile and remain seated.
“Oh, shit, Shana, it is you,” Terry says. “What’s up, girl? I ain’t seen you in a minute.” He comes at me with open arms, expecting a hug. I want to ignore him, but I really can’t. His boys continue standing on the line and watch. I glance at Tyrone as he continues waiting to place his order. I’m nervous, but I can’t pinpoint the reason why. Tyrone’s not my man, and Terry is just an old boyfriend from my past who just so happens to be in the burger joint tonight. All of a sudden, Tyrone’s eyes dart straight in his direction.
“Damn, you’re still looking fine as ever, Shana” Terry says.
“Long time, Terry,” I reply, leaving just enough room between him and I.
Before I can even look back over at Tyrone, he’s already standing behind Terry. My eyes widen. Terry turns around, and he looks like he’s seen a ghost. He takes a quick step back, bumping into me slightly. His boys, still on line, curiously stare on.
“Tyrone,” Terry murmurs.
“Yeah, muthafucka, it’s me. Where you been, and where the fuck is my money?!” Tyrone shouts.
“Look, I ran into some problems,” he tries to explain.
I’m dumbfounded. How does Tyrone know Terry? They went to different schools, and every time I saw Tyrone and Jakim together, I never saw Terry.
Terry looks scared shitless, and his movements make him look so pussy. He glances over at his boys, who are also lost. Then he glances back
at me, and he sees by the look on my face that I’m just as clueless as everyone else in the place.
“Tyrone, look—”
“Shut the fuck up!” Tyrone shouts, interrupting Terry’s explanation. He clenches his fists tightly and stares into Terry’s eyes without evening blinking. He’s mad.
“Tyrone—I—man…you see, what had happened was…” Terry didn’t even get to finish his sentence. Tyrone just knocked him across the head with a closed fist, causing Terry to stumble back against the table. Everyone’s attention is now on the situation. Tyrone then pulls out a gun and starts repeatedly hitting Terry over the head with it. I begin to scream as Tyrone continues to pistol-whip him right in front of me.
“Tyrone, what the fuck are you doing?!” I shout. He pays me no mind. Terry’s boys start to rush to his aid, but when Tyrone turns around and points his gun at them, they all freeze.
“What the fuck y’all gonna do—help out your pussy- ass boy?” he shouts, aiming the gun directly at them. Everyone in the place starts to panic; some run out of the restaurant, while others duck behind tables and counters. Terry’s three friends don’t know what to do with themselves as they stare down the barrel of Tyrone’s nine millimeter in terror. I also don’t know what to do, so I just stand there, watching one of my ex-boyfriends get beat down by someone I’m fucking. Terry now lies across the table, beaten and bleeding. He looks helpless.
Tyrone walks back over to Terry and continues to terrorize him. He pushes the barrel of the nine millimeter to his temple and threatens to shoot him if he doesn’t come up with his money soon. Terry begs for his life.
“I’m giving you till next week. I want my fuckin’ money, or I’m
gonna blow your fuckin’ brains out!” Tyrone shouts.
He then shoves Terry down onto the floor. I remain completely silent. Terry looks up at me. One of his eyes is badly bruised and closed. His nose looks like it’s broken, and blood covers his mouth, chin and neck. He’s a fuckin’ mess.
“C’mon, Shana!” Tyrone yells, grabbing me by the arm. I stand there, contemplating if I should get in the car with him. “C’mon, Shana, get in the fuckin’
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