Karma
I took my shot straight back and looked him dead in his eyes.
"I'm a big girl. I can handle it."
He smiled revealing his pearly white teeth. I damn near passed out. "I'm Rah."
"Don't give me the street name.", I said focusing my eyes on the empty shot glass. He laughed and shook his head. "Raheem. My name Raheem...nice to meet you.", he reached out his hand. Reluctantly, I took it and we shook.
"Karma."
"Oh damn. You not one to fuck around wit' huh?", He said letting go and taking a sip of his drink. "Nope, I guess not.", I replied.
"There's something fami-", the sound of his cellphone ringing cut him off. Once he saw the caller ID he hesitated but answered.
"Yeah?... I just gave you some money before I left the house Tasha... How the fuck you spend-... Yo, I'm really getting tired of ya' greedy ass attitude!... Tasha, who the fu-... Hol' up, bitch did I just hear another nigga in my house?...yo, when I get there I'm catching another case!"
He hung up and turned back towards me. One massive vein was popping out the side of his forehead, I swear if he wasn't dark skin his face would be red as hell right now.
This nigga is steaming.
"It was nice meeting you Karma. But I gotta go. Sorry you had to hear that.", he pulled out his phone and dialed another number.
"Yo tee where you at?...damn you couldn't tell a nigga?...fuck it man I'll catch a cab."
He hung up and before he could say anything and before I could even think twice, I spoke.
"You need a ride?"
He hesitated but I insisted. He paid for our drinks and we headed out to my car. He directed me the entire way and we pulled up to an apartment building that was surprising about twenty minutes from mine.
"Thank you, I appreciate it.", he said. "No problem." I said grabbing my purse. "Whoa, where you going ma?", he said grabbing my arm. "I'm going with you."
He chuckled, "Nah ma, you've done enough.", I snatched away my arm and opened the door. "From the sound of that phone call? You ain't going in there by yourself. Let's go." I got out the car and closed the door waiting for him to follow and quickly, he did. He led the way as we walked into the building and up to his door.
Bang! Bang! Bang! "Tasha, open my muthafuckin door!", he yelled. A woman's voice came from the other side, "Rah, j-just go away..."
She sounded scared.
"Tasha, I ain't playin' witchu'! Open my muthafuckin door!", he banged again.
After a good five minutes of yelling and banging, I was tired of hearing it. "Watch out." I said and be did. I took a step back, raised my leg and kicked the door down. I stepped back and let him go in first. His eyes was wide and he needed to pick up his jaw. "Damn.", he said walking in.
There was a man and woman on the couch and obviously they'd been alarmed by the door being broken.
Allat banging and now you wanna be surprised?
"Rah what the fuck!", she yelled.
"Sit the fuck down, bitch! After all I fucking did for you, Tasha? YOU HOE ASS BITCH!"
"Ay, nigga imma need you to watch your mouth talking to my girl like that!", the nigga finally spoke up. As he talked you could see a glimpse of his yellow ass teeth. Ew.
"Your girl? Oh nigga you don't know who the fuck you talking to!", in a swift movement Raheem pulled out a .9 millimeter pistol from his waistband.
"Damn you was packing?", I laughed. I couldn't help it.
"Always, mama.", he smiled, turning his attention to me.
If you blinked you'd miss it. The nigga pulled out his gun and let off three shots hitting Raheem once in his chest causing him to fall back.
"Oh my god! No! Rah!", the lady screamed.
Oh shit. I pulled out my .9 glock 17 and rung out five shots all while struggling to drag Raheem out the door, once I got him out , I helped him stand and we booked it out to my car. I opened the passenger seat and forced him inside. Once he was in, I heard shots ring out behind me, I turned and saw the nigga standing in the apartment building door holding Raheem's gun. I bussed until my clip was empty and rushed in the car, threw the gun in the passenger seat and sped off.
"Raheem! Raheem! You good?"
He didn't respond.
"Raheem!"
"K-k-karma.."
"Raheem, hang in there I got you!"
"Nah...karma i-I'm good."
He lied. He was dying. I knew it.
"Raheem just relax! We'll be there in a minute!"
He didn't respond.
"Rah!"
I make a swift turn on a red light.
"Y-y-yes?"
"Hold on we almost there!"
He was breathing heavy. I turned around and he was going in and out of consciousness. I reached back and slapped him to keep him up.
He's losing a lot of blood.
I focused back on the road.
"I'm up... I'm up."
"Talk to me, Rah. Let me know you up!"
He didn't respond.
"Raheem!"
He didn't respond.
"Rah, you need to put pressure on that wound!"
He didn't respond.
"It'll help stop the bleeding!"
He didn't respond.
"Dammit, Raheem say something!"
He didn't respond.
...And I couldn't hear him breathing anymore.
