car!” he calls again.
I’m so scared, and I can’t help but feel sorry for Terry. What has he gotten himself into—getting tormented and beat down by a street thug, a street thug that I’m fuckin’? Back in the day, Terry was on the varsity football team. He was voted Most Likely To Succeed . He was even on the debate team. Now his life is looking like shit.
Tyrone begins blowing his horn repeatedly. I can hear sirens in the distance. I want to comfort and help Terry, but my mind is telling me to get in the car with Tyrone. I look around nervously.
“Shana, if you don’t get your fuckin’ ass in this car, then I’m gone, bitch!” he shouts at the top of his lungs now. I need to leave the scene; I can’t afford to stay and hang around, not knowing what I may be getting myself into. The cops might arrest me, thinking that I’m somehow associated with what just happened to Terry. They might want to interrogate me.
I jump into the car. Tyrone doesn’t even give me a chance to shut the door all the way before speeding off down the street doing sixty. For the next ten minutes, he drives like a mad man, accelerating up to eighty miles per hour on side streets until we hit the parkway. He remains quiet, not even looking at me or trying to explain what just happened until we’re a few miles away. I want to say something, but I keep my mouth shut.
“You love me?” he suddenly blurts out.
My eyes get big. W hat the fuck is he talking about? He’s not going to explain what just happened? He just nearly beat my ex-boyfriend to death in front of me…and what’s with the you-love-me question? I remain silent. I can’t answer him. I’m too scared to.
He continues speeding, now going over seventy miles per hour on the Belt Parkway. I tightly place my hands between my legs. I want to say something, but I don’t.
“Look, I’m sorry about what happened back there, but that was just business. Don’t let it interfere with what we have. You cool?” he asks, actually sounding concerned. He rests his hand on my thigh and begins to massage it lightly.
“I’m cool,” I quietly reply.
He gives me a quick smile. I feel really uncomfortable right now. I don’t move his hand off my thigh, even though I want to. He starts to slide his hand between my legs, placing it over mine, but I stop him.
“C’mon Tyrone, you expect me to be feeling romantic after what just happened?”
“Shana, don’t worry about it. That’s my business.”
“I used to go out with him. Did you know that?”
He slows the car down. “You was fucking that asshole?”
“That was a long time ago, and where do you know Terry from anyway?” I ask. I can’t hold the questions any longer. I need to know something.
“Look, all you need to know is that we did business together, and he owes me a lot of money,” he meagerly explains.
Tyrone isn’t too big on giving out information or letting you know his business. He’s a very discreet niggah. As I recall from what Jakim told
me, Tyrone would disappear for days, maybe weeks at a time back in the day, and nobody would know a thing regarding his whereabouts. He would just suddenly turn up in the neighborhood again, with no explanation. Now, at only twenty-two, he has a decent-size bank account, his own crib and drives a fancy car. He is both feared and respected by everybody he comes in contact with.
I can’t turn myself away from him. Even after what went down tonight, I know I’m going to still be involved with him. Tyrone is like a drug, and he’s also my supplier. I know he can be violent at times; it’s just the way he is, and it comes with the job. But he never flips on me, and that’s the main thing. Even when I was with Jakim, when he came around, he always treated me kindly and with respect. To be honest, I wanted to get with Tyrone before I ever got involved with Jakim. But Jakim and I hooked up, and I let my little crush on Tyrone fade away—until now.
Tyrone wants to
I’m so scared, and I can’t help but feel sorry for Terry. What has he gotten himself into—getting tormented and beat down by a street thug, a street thug that I’m fuckin’? Back in the day, Terry was on the varsity football team. He was voted Most Likely To Succeed . He was even on the debate team. Now his life is looking like shit.
Tyrone begins blowing his horn repeatedly. I can hear sirens in the distance. I want to comfort and help Terry, but my mind is telling me to get in the car with Tyrone. I look around nervously.
“Shana, if you don’t get your fuckin’ ass in this car, then I’m gone, bitch!” he shouts at the top of his lungs now. I need to leave the scene; I can’t afford to stay and hang around, not knowing what I may be getting myself into. The cops might arrest me, thinking that I’m somehow associated with what just happened to Terry. They might want to interrogate me.
I jump into the car. Tyrone doesn’t even give me a chance to shut the door all the way before speeding off down the street doing sixty. For the next ten minutes, he drives like a mad man, accelerating up to eighty miles per hour on side streets until we hit the parkway. He remains quiet, not even looking at me or trying to explain what just happened until we’re a few miles away. I want to say something, but I keep my mouth shut.
“You love me?” he suddenly blurts out.
My eyes get big. W hat the fuck is he talking about? He’s not going to explain what just happened? He just nearly beat my ex-boyfriend to death in front of me…and what’s with the you-love-me question? I remain silent. I can’t answer him. I’m too scared to.
He continues speeding, now going over seventy miles per hour on the Belt Parkway. I tightly place my hands between my legs. I want to say something, but I don’t.
“Look, I’m sorry about what happened back there, but that was just business. Don’t let it interfere with what we have. You cool?” he asks, actually sounding concerned. He rests his hand on my thigh and begins to massage it lightly.
“I’m cool,” I quietly reply.
He gives me a quick smile. I feel really uncomfortable right now. I don’t move his hand off my thigh, even though I want to. He starts to slide his hand between my legs, placing it over mine, but I stop him.
“C’mon Tyrone, you expect me to be feeling romantic after what just happened?”
“Shana, don’t worry about it. That’s my business.”
“I used to go out with him. Did you know that?”
He slows the car down. “You was fucking that asshole?”
“That was a long time ago, and where do you know Terry from anyway?” I ask. I can’t hold the questions any longer. I need to know something.
“Look, all you need to know is that we did business together, and he owes me a lot of money,” he meagerly explains.
Tyrone isn’t too big on giving out information or letting you know his business. He’s a very discreet niggah. As I recall from what Jakim told
me, Tyrone would disappear for days, maybe weeks at a time back in the day, and nobody would know a thing regarding his whereabouts. He would just suddenly turn up in the neighborhood again, with no explanation. Now, at only twenty-two, he has a decent-size bank account, his own crib and drives a fancy car. He is both feared and respected by everybody he comes in contact with.
I can’t turn myself away from him. Even after what went down tonight, I know I’m going to still be involved with him. Tyrone is like a drug, and he’s also my supplier. I know he can be violent at times; it’s just the way he is, and it comes with the job. But he never flips on me, and that’s the main thing. Even when I was with Jakim, when he came around, he always treated me kindly and with respect. To be honest, I wanted to get with Tyrone before I ever got involved with Jakim. But Jakim and I hooked up, and I let my little crush on Tyrone fade away—until now.
Tyrone wants to
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