Write About Me

Chapter Eleven: Antagonist?

May 26th, 2004 - Harlem, New York

Christopher Brown.

"What are you doing this weekend?" Austin asked walking in my apartment with my niece on his hip.

"Uncle Chrissy!" She squealed automatically reaching for a nigga.

Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J.

I grabbed her from Austin showering her face in kisses as she giggles trying to hug my neck. Baby girl is so adorable yo.

"Nothin' though b, just though I'd chill y'know." I replied to Austin sitting at my dining table.

"Well, 'ole dude Khalil right? 'Member him?" Austin asked pulling out his wad of cash and losie from his pockets.

"Yeah, he owe me." I grimaced under my breath, he been holding out on my money and I need my money pronto.

"Six o'clock, this evening. I got 'em for you b. He'll be in the alley, with or without ya money. We gon' hope the lil' nigga got it." Austin spat as Bri started pulling my chain.

"Aight, bet. Thanks b." I dapped him.

"I haven't seen you since your birthday yo. I forgot to ask did you like that little present I sent you..." He smirked at me.

"Evita? Oh yeah man. I haven't had head in ages. She straightened a nigga out." I lied. I mean I liked it but I didn't want any to be honest. And I couldn't help but think of Phabi the whole time.

"I knew I'd have you right b. Anyway, I just came to stop by and tell you what's up with the what's up. My baby momma wants our daughter. C'mon Bri." Austin stood up hoisting her on his hip.

"I want stay with Uncle Chrissy!" She whined. "I no see Phami yet!" She started to cry. I sighed going over to her. Kissing away her little tears.

"You'll see her tomorrow okay?" I told my niece. She grabbed my index finger cause that's the only thing she can fit in her hand.

"Okay.." She sniffled. I hated when she cried.

"Aight man, love you b. I'm out!" Austin called walking towards the door.

"Love you, too man!" I called as he walked out my door.

From that point I went into my closet, getting my shit ready for tonight. Khalil ain't never been a nigga to be trusted. He fucked up one too many times and this may cost him his damn life now. I'm generous when it comes to being merciful. But I'm not God. I'm not that damn merciful. He just better have my fucking money or I'm smoking his ass tonight.

"Knock, knock!" Phabi called walking in, wrapping her arms around my bent over torso in this closet. I put my glock back covering it with a jacket.

"My little Edgar Allen Poe, what's up?" I turned around, hugging her back.

"Just got back from the park with my mom. She smiled hard. We walked out my closet sitting out on my bed.

"That's cool, you just missed Bri she-"

"Aww! I wanted to see my little Bami!" She poked her bottom lip out making this cute ass sad expression and shit.

"You'll see her tomorrow." I pinched her nose.

"She's coming over?!" Phabi bounced up and down on the bed excitedly. She'd look better bouncing, let a nigga fucking not.

"Yup, got her for the weekend." I winked at her. She blushed hard. I always made her so nervous more nervous than anyone else makes her. Shit she makes me nervous. But why do I make her nervous?