Slum Queen

Chapter Eleven: The Truth (Part Two)

Narrator's P.O.V.

The building was filled with smoke and the long ringing sounds of guns being fired. Gene sat quietly in the corner near Cal who was completely unconscious. Melia and Nana was in the care of Cailo but Nana was literally at the end of her last breath.

Melia rips off her shirt as an attempt to stop some of the blood flow but there was to many wounds. Nana pulled Melia toward her and whispered something in her ear. Melia looked at Cal and then directed her attention back towards Nana and nodded. Nana took her final breath as she looked at her son and smirked.

Natalie "Nana" Carmaine Gras
. . . Mother, Wife, And Friend . . .
Rest In Paradise

3 Months Later

Gene's P.O.V.

A niggah full as FUCK YO! My side hurting and shit, might be gas . . . maybe. I grabbed the remote and turned on the T.V. Shit been kinda cool so I'm chillin. And not to mention quiet. Things change when you lose loved ones . . .

I was watching some dumb ass in a toupee give a speech. Smh leave it to a niggah in a wig.

"GENE!" I heard Melia fat mouth ass scream. She almost made a niggah piss.

AND NAH! It Ain't What You Think! She just crashing here because her people a little upset at her. Nothing to new.

"What Alligata Mouth!?"

"Where my black lace Victoria Secret panties at huh?"

I leaned my head back over the couch. Lace black huh? She into that freaky shit. All woman who own a pair of black lace panties on that freaky shit.

I DON'T CARE WHAT Y'ALL SAY!

"Why you asking me ?" I said flipping through channels. "It ain't like I'm hitting that."

"Hmm . . . whatever."

She want a niggah so bad.

I got up and grabbed the list of stuff Cal asked me to get for party decorations. Yeah it's a couple days away and I'm behind but shit who gives a fuck. Two days to make this house lit.

"Melia Hurry That Ass Up!" I shouted. "Before I leave yo ass."

"Mothafucka I wish you would."

"Keep on with that back talkin'," I warned.

I heard her mumble some more shit but it was whatever. I went and put on my timbs and slipped on my sweats over my gym shorts. I went to Cals room and put the money she left for me on her dresser. I told her about that shit. On my way out I passed my moms room . . .

All this over a damn book with hits and birth certificates in it. Shaking my head I don't even want to know what really happened. I'm just trynna get the hell up outta there and away from the mess. Renée and ole dude kind of explained everything and said they'd take care of the rest. To think this was some mad baby daddy drama going on. Had a brother coming by my moms house all along that I didn't know . I didn't know and he didn't know but she did. Shaking my head, she is triflin for that. That makes two sons she threw away. Ha . . . Kyle, I guess I can get my training gear ready for the little punk. Renée wants Cal to move in with her but I ain't having that. Melia been hanging around her a lot though since she basically dropped out and shit. I'm still keeping my eyes on her.

"I'm ready," she said.

I looked at her for a minute and all most fainted. Why she always playin? She knows what the hell she's doing with that shit on.

I grabbed my keys and headed out. She followed me. I could smell her behind me. Bruhhh . . .

When she got in the car, we were on our way. First we had to stop by the hospital. I looked over at Melia while I was driving. Bruh if I didn't have shit to do I'd be breakin her shit right now. Real shit. She sittin over there lookin all good and shit.

"Do I look like a rode to you?"

"Nah, why you say that?"

"Hmm."

I'm sick of that cutting me short shit.

"You need to chill."

"You need to get off your period."

"Don't play me for no bitch. I'm just a little off," I snapped back. "How would you feel if you lost some people close to you?"

She didn't say shit. Yea, like I thought. When we got to the hospital, I parked and told her to sign us in. I found the perfect parking spot. Well at least I thought so. Mothafucka gonna dash in front of me. I'm just gonna chill and go get another one. Once I parked I went in and walked down to the room.

"Knock, knock," I said walking in.

"Wassup G?" Jarriel asked.

"Me? What about you my boy?" I said then pushed Melia fat ass out my chair. Fuck she thought she was doing?

"Ha! I'm good, just thanking God for another day."

"Word."

"Yea, And G . . . I'm sorry about your moms."

"Me too."

The vibe changed but it is what it is. I saw that it was almost time for Cal to get out so I had to go get this party shit. I dapped Jarriel up and told him I'd be back later. I signed out and proceed to the nearest dollar store . . . not about to send 200$ on some decorations. FUCK THEY THOUGHT?!

Short I Know But Effective. I'm Just Really Trying To Quickly End This Book Because I Have Honestly Ran Out Of Ideas . . . Well I Haven't But I Wanna Start Fresh And Hopefully I'll Get It Together.