Write About Me

Chapter Twenty: Incomplete Book

February 9th, 2005 - Harlem, New York

Christopher Brown.

"Hey Keeis, you seen Austin?" I asked stepping into his room of the house.

"Yeah, he in the back."

I walked from his room to the supply room. Seeing Austin cut cocaine into packaging. I washed my hands in the sink, putting on my gloves. Rolling my sleeves up, I got the cutting knife helping him.

"Hey I was looking for you." I spoke up, transferring the cocaine into the little baggy.

"Oh forreal? My bad. I was back here. What's up?" Austin replied finishing off another baggy.

"Nothing nigga, I just wanted to take my niece that's it. remember I was taking her and 'lil bit for a girl's day out?" I reminded his slow ass, grabbing the marijuana grams and began separating them.

"Oh yeah, my bad. I have allot on my mind right now."

"What's up my nigga. You know you can talk to me." I reassured him.

"It's Nicole. She ain't been doing too well. She's been sick lately. We think it's the stomach flu but we don't know. I just don't feel right when my babies aren't good you feel me? Shit don't sit right with me. It knocks me off my game." Austin admitted, separating a gallon for one of our regular customers.

"Well, is it that everything she eats comes back up or...?"

"Something like that, the other day she was throwing up so much she threw up blood. And I been tryna take her 'lil ass to the hospital. But she said she don't play that unless she's pregnant. And we ain't been doing anything for her to be pregnant. I know it's something serious and she's tryna play games." Austin spat.

"When she goes to sleep tonight, pick her up and take her to the hospital. That's what I did to Gabriella." I suggested.

"Yeah but, her little ass was pregnant." Austin retorted, taking off his gloves facing me.

"Yeah I know. I remember that shit. I was fifteen, that's exactly how I got into the game because of her ass. Only for her to kill the damn baby and leave me with no way out. I was mad as hell about that shit. And I still stayed with her ass." I sucked my teeth joining him taking off my gloves, too.

"Shit nigga, I feel you." Austin shook his head.

"Love'll make you do some crazy shit bruh."

"Like the shit you do for Phabiola Fenty?" Austin raised his eyebrow.

"Fuck outta hea' man! Nah that's my 'lil bit you know that shit. Speaking of her lets go get my niece so that I can take them out for their damn girls day out." I stood up from the chair.

"Aight man, we out." Austin told Keeis as we were heading out the door.

It didn't take us long to get to Austin's place from the house. As soon as we walked in, all you could hear was Nicki throwing up and Bri crying.

"Uncle Chris! Mommy sicky!" Bri cried, running towards me.

I held my arms open and hocked her up. Hoisting her on my hip. She cried into my shoulder, and I stroked her bead infested hair. We walked closer to where Nicki was. Austin was holding her hair back.

"Yo, Nicki I really think you'd make us all feel better if you went to the hospital. Please." I stressed to her.

"I ain't going to no-" she cut herself off with her hurdling over the toilet. "no fucking hospital."