Hate the Player and the Game

chapter 6

                  

Chapter 6

Cruze

            I had been living in Queens for about a month now and I only had about a week and a half left of my expulsion before Calli would enroll me into another school. He says I'm going to a school called Central Queens High. He even took me shopping for some more clothes, not that I needed any. As far as school supplies, I got paper, pencils, and a few folders. Calli was even giving me some weed to put away just so I can sell it when I started school. I rolled over on my side. It was Saturday morning and I didn't feel like getting out of bed and starting my day. I was still shook over what I had witnessed a few days back. I had witnessed something deadly. Shit had just got real when I saw Raheem tie a nigga up and put a pistol in his mouth. When he pulled the trigger you wouldn't even have imagined what happened. That nigga's brains went flying everywhere. We were in some type of warehouse. We were there for a meeting, but only one dude showed up and started talking none sense. It appears that before I got to Queens, Calli was having some type of rivalry with a guy known as Slick. I was so clueless when Calli was going off and then Uncle Ronnie broke it down to me. Calli had trusted Slick. He had trusted Slick to make some moves for him and he had promised to pay Slick fifty-fifty, but Slick got greedy. He had took Calli's money and now no one, but his boy's knows where Slick is, so Calli had been on a move searching for him for months now. He had put together a meeting when he got lucky enough to get Slick on the phone, but Slick had sent his weakest dude there to talk a truce and killing him was what Calli thought about that damn truce. So we had came up with a plan. Calli knew that Slick had some homies that hung out a couple minutes away from our house. He knew that Slick was going to try something on us soon so we needed a knew location. Calli had another house on the west side of queens and he said that we were going to start living there. Raheem explained to me that it was usually where they hid their stash, weapons, and it was basically like their hide out. No one knows about that house but us. Ever since Calli gave me a gun and I saw how Raheem had used it, I felt different. The whole time that I was living in Brooklyn I had been acting like a bad ass, but living here in Queens made me seem real. I guess Calli was training me not to be afraid of anything, but after that murder, I haven't spoken much. I didn't feel normal, and when I held that gun in my hands, I felt untouchable. I felt like a true OG. I wasn't scared of a damn thing anymore. Not even Calli and that's what I think he was training me for. Not to be a bitch, and not to be afraid of anyone or anything. So I got out of the bed and went over to the vanity mirror. I looked at myself. I didn't see Careem sheard. I saw, for the very first time, Cruze. I saw a good looking teenage boy with hard abs and an hard mug on his face. I glared at myself in the mirror. I looked like a true G. I opened my top drawer and took out my pistol. I aimed at my reflection, right in between my eyes. I held my hand sideways and bucked a few times. I looked like the fucking terminator. To be only fifteen, I looked like I could scare some of the truest OG's out there. I put the gun down and grabbed a wife beater from one of the drawers. I put it on and turned towards the bedroom door. I saw my suit cases sitting there and I shook my head at them. I knew this was the best decision for right now, but I also felt like we were running. Calli says that we were ducking and dodging. He looked at it like when they do try to rade this house and don't find us here, they were going to stand with their AK's feeling salty. Which when I viewed it that way, it made me laugh, but to me I felt like we could take those nigga's, but I didn't say anything because I didn't want to seem too cocky. I left the bedroom and went down the steps and into the living room to see Calli, Bonita, and Uncle Ronnie chilling on the sofas. "What's good Young Blood"? Calli says to me while rubbing on Bonita's thy. I shook my head as a way of saying nothing. "You ready to go to this new place.....I mean I know that ain't nobody s'posed to live there cuz it's our safe spot, but we have no other choice cuz I'm not leaving Queens". I just starred at him. "What you don't talk now"? He asked.