You can just call me another rat in the maze tryna get the cheese. I keep coming up at dead ends, but eventually I'ma get to it and when I do, I'ma eat slow it in y'all nigga's faces.
-- Brown
I stood behind the thick-ass curtain that reached the floor in the motel room. Man, it feels like I been standing here forever. They say patience is a virtue, but damn, how long do they expect you to wait?
I straightened the black skull cap that I cut holes in to see and breathe through before exhaling. The long sleeve black shirt and jeans I have on is really starting to stick to me. It's hot as hell behind these granny house curtains.
Where the fuck could Omanda be? I told her to be here around two, it's close to three. I gave her simple directions and it's obvious she can't even follow the first one.
My phone began to vibrate in my pocket. Thinking it's Omanda, I quickly pulled it out, but was disappointed when the screen read Michelle.
"What up?," I answered.
"You got the money, baby?" She asked a little too excited.
I sighed, "Hell naw, I'm still in the room waiting on--"
The sound of the door knob twisting echoed through the room. I lifted my shirt and pulled the pistol from my waist.
"Hello? Hellooo... Brown?"
I hung up the phone in Michelle's face, putting the phone away as I watched the motel room's door open slowly.
"Hello? Anybody in here?" A black man's voice called out. I couldn't get a look at the nigga 'cause he didn't peek his head in far enough.
"Somebody in there?" I heard a black woman's voice ask from outside that damn sure wasn't Omanda's.
"I'on think so." I watched quietly with the gun still in my hand as the door began to open wider. A dirty-ass nigga that looked homeless came into the room scratching his sore covered arm
"Aye! Aye, anybody in here?!" He yelled out.
A skinny, short woman that looked to be in her late fifties came into the room. She looked dirty as the man. "Shut the hell up, boy!" She scolded while hitting the man on the back of his head. She turned around before sticking her head out of the door and looking both ways.
"Damn, people gon' know this ain't our room if you keep hollering," she said as she shut the door behind her.
"As clean as it is in here, this can't be nobody room," dude said, looking around the space.
I watched as he began to pull out the drawers in the one dresser in the room. "Man, shoo! Ain't nothin' in here!" He yelled in disappointment.
The lady shook her head in shame, "Well, at least we got the room." She pulled out a small bag of white powder from her baggy, ripped jeans pocket and sat on the bed.
Just before ol' girl opened the bag I came from behind the curtains with my gun pointing at the two fools that was now both sitting on the bed. "Like hell you do," I said.
"Ooooh shit!" The nigga jumped back, falling off the bed onto his back in the process.
The lady dropped her bag, "What the fuck?!"
He put his hands up in surrender."Aye, man... we don't want no trouble--"
"Where y'all get the key from?" I cut in harshly, pointing the gun back and forth between the two.
He looked confused, "What key?"
"The key to get in the room! Don't fuckin' play with me!" I yelled in frustration.
"Oh, the card.. I found in the middle of Forest Hill Street. I swear to you man, it was just laying there, so me and my momma came to turn it in, man," he said.
I shook my head in shame. This nigga doing drugs with his momma? What is the world coming to? And he know damn well they weren't here to turn it in, if I hadn't been here these motherfuckers would've been in here floating all night.
"Please, don't kill us," the momma added her plea as I began pacing the room.
I know for a fact Forest Hill Street is a few blocks away from Club Rain, but how did it get there? I couldn't think of Omanda dropping it or some shit 'cause when I gave it to her today she guarded that bitch like it was the Golden Ticket.
Bruh, I feel like a virgin's first time, I don't know what to do. Should I kicked the crackheads out and wait for another three hours? Nah, I'm already tired of being here, and if Omanda don't have a key her and Quadir can't get in anyway. Damn! I should've let my girl, Michelle, do this shit.
Then, it hit me.
"Can we leave now?" Ol' dude asked, still sitting on the floor.
I turned to them with a hidden smile. "Yeah, but ya'll leaving with me."
