Bahja Roulette (Bahja and Jacob story)

Chapter 17 ♥ This Can't Be

That night, they played a safe game with russian roulette with a couple of guys at a strip club. No one died, or was hurt. They won a mesly $100 dollars, then drove off home. The whole ride was silent.

When they returned home, Star was cooking something on the stove. Bahja walked right pass her, to A$ap's room and slammed the door. She was upset and needed to collect her thoughts.

A$ap stayed out in the front with Star. "What's her problem?" Star scoffed.

"I don't know. Maybe she was upset at those punk pussies we were playing with. What are you cooking?"

"Oh! It's caviar with salad on the side!' she sung.

A$ap laid back on the couch and scrunched his face up. He didn't prefer salad, but he was hungry.

Star sat his plate on the table and put a handkerrchief on the side of his plate. "Come on, A$ap! I have your food made."

A$ap quickly ran over to the table and plopped down in his seat. Star sat down at the other end of the table and smiled as he swallowed it all down. This was a great time to mention her playing russian roulette with them.

"So, A$ap... how do you play that game?" she asked in an innocent tone while placing both of her hands under her chin.

"Russian roulette?"

"Mhmm."

"'Okay.. all you do is put one bullet in the chamber. There are several of them in there. Just shoot it to your head, and hope you don't die."

"That's it?" Star said, relieved a little.

"Yep, that's it." A$ap smiled.

"Well.. I could play with you guys. How come you won't let me?" she asked.

All of a sudden, someone knocked at the door. A$ap stood up, then wiped his mouth with the handkerchief. "Because.. we don't want you to get too excited and make it obvious that you know you're going to win. That'll make people think you're cheating and they might turn the gun on your ass!" he laughed as he opened the door.

"FREEZE!" a black, young, male officer screamed as he yelled a pistol to A$ap's forehead.

"What the hell!" A$ap gasped as he reached for his revolver in his back pocket,

"Don't reach shit or I'll shoot you dead in your eye. DROP whatever you have on the floor." he screamed at the top of his lungs.

Immediately, A$ap threw the gun to the ground and held his hands up.

"What's going on, officer?" Star asked, nervously.

He ignored her and recited the Miranda warning to A$ap, eventually placing handcuffs on his hands.

"Shit! Go get Bahja!" A$ap yelled.

Star did as he said and ran over to the room. As she tugged on the door knob, it wouldn't open. "BAHJA! Open the door! A$ap is getting arrested!" Star screamed.

Bahja snatched the door open and heard A$ap screaming and grunting at the officer. She glanced at Star, frantically, and stepped out the room.

"What is going on?"

"A$ap is being arrested! I can't let him go, Bahja!"

"Wait, what?"

"Just go look!" Star screamed.

"Nique, I know he's getting arrested! But what for? I can't just go and fight off a police officer!"

"Bahja, yes you CAN! Get your revolver and shoot him!" she whispered, nervously, while tears flowed down her eyes.