Ghetto

5. Baby Girl

5. Baby Girl

Summer Knight

Kingston, Jamaica

February 3, 2015

12:00 PM

I woke up to the sun shining bright in the master bedroom I slept in with Angelo. I looked to my side to see I was the only one in bed. I know this nigga didn't leave me here by myself.

I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and brushed my 100% human Peruvian virgin weave into a high ponytail. I looked down at my tank top and sweat pants. This would have to do, until I got into the shower, later.

I walked down the steps and into the kitchen to see a note on the counter.

"Went to work,

be back at 2.

Be dressed casually."

I looked in the fridge for something to eat before I began to get ready. I spotted some left over chicken and went with that, then grabbed a water bottle. I put the chicken in the microwave. As I stared the chicken down the way a lion stared a gazelle down, my phone rang. I looked at the contact and it read Geno. My heart beat sped up a bit, I answered.

"Hello?" I whispered.

"Hello, this is detective Warren and I saw that you were the last dialed contact on Mr. Genoscence Martin's cellular device. He was found deceased earlier this morning and I wanted to meet you to ask some questions."

"I don't know how we'll meet, I'm in Jamaica." I explained. "Interesting. You're in Jamaica around the same time Genoscence passed, and I heard you were here in Detroit, with him the same day he was killed.

Things aren't looking too good on your part, but I'll contact the police there and you can talk to them some time. Have a nice day." The officer hung up.

His rude ass had me fucked up. I didn't fucking kill Geno. Dumb bitch.

I heard the door open and I grabbed my chicken out of the microwave. "Shut up fat bitch!" Someone yelled. I heard Angelo laughing next. I walked into the living room. "Hey baby girl, this Damario and Damarco. They twins, but both ugly as fuck." Angelo joked.

"Fuck you nigga." Damario exclaimed. I giggled and sat, beginning to eat. They sat as well and we all began watching tv. "Damarco, put my phone on the charger." Angelo said.

"Hell naw, you get yo faggot ass up and do it, bitch." The way they talked to each other was so crazy, but funny at the same time. They just didn't care.

I picked my phone up checking my notifications. I got on Facebook and scrolled down my timeline. I saw a post and immediately giggled.

My cousin, Porshe was ranting about how the family was fake and saying fuck them. Her brother had replied, saying "Fuck you too hoe."

I checked the time on my phone and it was going on 12. I went upstairs and began getting ready. A little later, Angelo had walked in. I had finished my shower and was moisturizing my body.

"You like Damarco & Mario?" He asked as he sat next to me. I smiled. "Yeah, they coo. They funny."

"I know." He smirked. "You like Cheddars?" I nodded.

"Bet. Wear sunglasses. Niggas after yo ass." Angelo said as he walked out.

I plugged my curlers up and put on my silk Victoria secret matching bra and underwear set. I looked through the closet to see what I wanted to wear.

I finally settled with a pair of true religion jeans, a tight white short sleeved shirt and my bees retro 11's.

Within 20 minutes, I was ready to go. I walked downstairs to see Angelo watching tv. I cleared my throat. "You ready?"

He looked at me and his eyes widened. "Damn..."

I knew he was most likely staring at my titties because of my shirt. "Thanks." I chuckled. "You look beautiful."

My eyes widened this time. No one ever called me that. "Thank you." I blushed. He opened the front door, allowing me to walk out first, then closing and locking it behind him.

He opened and closed my door, then I reached over and opened his. He was being sweet and it was weirding me the fuck out. 

I never had no treatment like this.

Soon, we pulled up to some restaurant. It looked like a seafood joint. My stomach growled just looking at the place. Why the hell did he ask me about Cheddars though? Weird ass.

We both hopped out the car, but something felt wrong. I looked out the corner of my eye to see a black car slowly pulling up. 

"Angelo... shit suspicious.." I mumbled. He looked over and as soon as he did, the window rolled down as shots rang out. 

I tried to cover Angelo with my body. Why the fuck was that the first thing to come to mind? My breathing quickened. Guns was just some shit I couldn't get used to.

I looked down as blood poured from my chest. Bitch are you serious?! I picked the perfect day to wear a white shirt. A tear escaped my eye as Angelo stared in my eyes, holding me up. 

"Babygirl..." He mumbled.

I blacked out. 

Angelo's daughter in MM.