The Weight Watchers

chapter 1: 2014

     North Philly, Diamond street projects, 23rd street.

     Inside a dilapidated and poorly kept project home, Pork and B were on the edges of their seats, indulged in an on going fued in Nba 2k14 on Xbox One. Actually, Pork was the one on the edge of his seat talking trash heavily.
     The small public housing home resembled a crack house that he sold his weed out of while resting his head there. The carpeted floor was stained beyond repair. The black faux leather sectional was peeling. Plastic from the winter still on the windows. The permanent smell of roaches. The coffee table was basically an ash tray. 65 inch samsung flat screen on what was supposed to be an entertainment stand. The tv, blu-ray player, cable box, surround sound and two cell phone chargers plugged into an extension cord with the wires tangled. An electrical fire waiting to happen. Somehow he nor his girl ever left this place.
     Working from home or shitting where you sleep. Depends on whose telling the story.
     "I told you leave the sports to me!" Pork shouted. "Naaww, don't put the controller down now. You should of did that when it was 50-92. We got two minutes left. I want my money too!
     "Fuck all that..." B said dropping the controller. "Somebody at the door. I ain't quitting and I want a rematch. Bet it right back."
     B got up out of his chair headed for the door while Pork began to roll up some weed. "Who is it?" B called out from behind the door looking through the peephole.
     "It's Sheeda!"
     Sheeda was one of his usual customers. After opening the door he immidiately returned to his seat leaving her to close to door behind her while asking, "You just got off work?
     "Yeah and I'm tired as hell" Sheeda replied
     "What you need?" B asked.
     "A quarter of reggie and a quarter of loud. You still got sour, right?"
     "Naw, some new shit called sweet tooth. I like it better."
     "Don't lie."
     "I'm not."
     In the midst of their conversation as B was weighing the weed for her when four masked men barged in swiftly. There was no way the door was locked how they entered. Three of the men had handguns the remaining carried a shotgun. Pork watched Sheeda back into a corner. They didn't want her anyway. Being pushed out of his chair Pork fell to the floor. Neither him nor B had a gun on them. There was a .380 behind the xbox about 5 feet away. Trying to reach it would be suicide.
     "Shut the fuck up!" The one carrying the shotgun said rather quietly. he was whispering for some odd reason. "We want everything or everybody die."
     "Please..." B began to plead before being cut short due to the shotgun being shoved in his face.
     "Shut up and get the money." Shotgun whispered.
     He was obviously the one running the show.

     There was a knock at the door. All noised ceased except a set of footsteps moving upstairs. B girlfriend was up there with no idea what was happening down here. Shotgun silently instructed one of the men to follow him upstairs. The faint sound of music could be heard from upstairs with the footsteps. Moments later the gunmen returned pacing behind Kia, the girlfriend, wearing only her underwear. A sight not many wanted to see. What's the use of a pretty face when you're shaped like a dirty laundry bag.
     "Make them go away." The gunmen whispered to Kia directing her to the door, gun pointed at her back.
     "Who is it?" Kia asked with a shakey voice.
     "It's Tay, Kia"
     "Ain't shit right now Tay. Give us like an hour."
     "Damn! A hour?"
     "Ye...Yeah boy. Just come back."
     "Ard."
     He left and the tough demeanor Kia tried to hold together crumbled.
     "Please, please, dont shoot me. I did what you said do I..."
     Kia was shoved to the floor in mid sentence right beside B, who was beside Pork, feeling as if he knew who the thieves were. If he was right in his assumption there was someone in the backyard waiting just incase one of them had tried to run out the back. Only the Johnson homes niggas tell you put your hands behind your back. Lock your fingers. Cross your legs. Literally nose on the floor. Like they studied a list of steps from a guidebook Pork assured himself. He knew because he had done a few stings with them before.
     With all three on the floor, two of the gunmen began to search Pork and B. Kia obviously didn't have anything. The remaining two raided the house starting in the basement. As Pork was being searched the gunmen took his money which he didn't care for. It was only $600. When the gunmen grabbed his phone Pork looked him in the eyes thinking, "not the phone".
      Recognizing his face as Pork stared at him the gunmen put the money back in his pocket as a sign of respect. Keeping the phone which is all Pork cared about. It was his bread and butter. Obviously in no position to make demands he remained silent. "Just chill these niggas will park you." Pork told himself.
      Within in 10 minutes they were gone. Out the back this time. They got away with twelve pounds and about $9,500 and a phone that makes 5 grand on the worst day. All off of Wet.
      "I suppose this is just a coincidence that the day you come over we get robbed!" Kia ranted at Pork.
      "Number one, B get your bitch. I ain't do this. They got me too! You ain't got enough money for me to be setting you up. If you was paying attention you would know it was Sheeda. She ain't here now. Where she go? How she disappear while we getting robbed? or did she leave with them? You don't even know. The bitch left the door open for them. It was those Johnson homes niggas. That's why I still got my money. Wolves don't hunt wolves. But, if them niggas don't give back my phone, I'm gonna flip they whole world upside down. Why the fuck you only got that dumb ass .380, hiding behind the game? You know what, fuck it. I'm getting my shit back."
      "What about my stuff bro?"
      "Tell your tough ass bitch to go get it back." Pork said leaving out.