Nice Guys Don't Finish Last by Chavez Brown Page A

he already got the register open,” the other robber said.
“Shut the FUCK UP BOTH OF YOU--- would you die for her,” he asked the cashier again.
“Yes… yes, I would die for my daughter! I would die for her,” he cried louder.
“Good, I hope your daughter knows she had a brave father,” he yelled as he pulled the trigger blowing every inch of the cashier’s head off. Blood matter sprayed everywhere as I was in total disbelief & my soap opera story soon rotated into the twentieth installment of the “Scream” series.
“Hey boss, what to do with this one right here,” the other robber asked forcibly with the gun against my spine.
“I don’t care, kill him too,” he replied.
“I don’t want to kill him, I think I want to play with him a little bit,” the other robber said.
“Do what you want, I am getting this cash,” the robber said as he hopped over the counter & avoided the cashier’s body. He was heartless & didn’t have any compassion for those who stood before him. In consideration of all the drills I passed in the service, my mind gone completely blank!
“What do you think we should do to you,” the other robber asked as I stood there in silence. At this point, I thought to murder or be murdered!
“I don’t know, man. Do what you got to do,” I replied.
“You hear that, he said do what we got to do,” he yelled to the robber.
“Well, you heard him. Do what you got to do,” he threw the money in a black trash bag.
“You know what, I think I like you. Have you ever been fucked in the ass before,” the other robber asked.
“Look man, do what you have to do,” I yelled to the top of my lungs as I elbowed him in the chin & easily snatched the gun away from him.
“BOOM!”
“All I Could Do Was Cry featuring Nico”
    My shirt became drenched from my tears, as I laid on the loveseat in shock. Did I hear Ms. Bridget correctly? Did she say my mentor & father figure, Mr. Roger died in a car accident? This cannot be happening. I don’t even know how I can pull myself together to drive to the hospital; I’d probably crash fighting to concentrate on the road. I was with him earlier today mixing a track, he can’t really be gone. Somebody please pinch me to awake, this has to be a dream.
    I needed someone to help me through this time because I have never been good with loss. Death is a rarity in my life, so I never know what to expect. My mother would not answer my calls nor respond to my texts, and I’m guessing Abdul is still mad at me because he will not respond either.
    I don’t know how to deal with it; I’m used to everything going my way & not being affected by someone leaving my life. After my father left, I learned how to cover any tracks of being hurt by something or someone. Momentarily, I may have lost two important people in my life. One of them, I will never be able to say a thing to him anymore and the other, he does not want to be bothered with me.
    Maybe I deserve it, I have taken him for granted and can admit I caused chaos! Roger would constantly insist I was being hard on Abdul, I ignored it. The focus transitioned to the mistakes he did to catapult the dirt I bury.
    My mother spoiled me all my life & taught me to hurt someone before they beat me to it. Her egotistical traits scoured on me, I must learn to forgive & forget the negative events from the past. She has instilled this “no nonsense” stance in me that makes anything intolerable.
    As a child, I witnessed my mom work as a full time secretary for a law firm & attend school. While I was left under the supervision of a nanny as the only child, therefore, her goal was to ensure I had the best of both worlds. The finest education, tutors, singing lessons, awards and kept my head in the books. What single mother wouldn’t?
    At times, I wish she would have allowed me to do the normal activities & not shield me. Because of all the things she taught me, I never learned how to love from her. She has showered my love with