Harlem Roses

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Vincent Chase

Her loud sobs and uneven breathing made every thought of happiness together quickly vanish.  We both knew that the relationship we called us was like no other, but I truly did question how she felt about it.  "I always told her to stop messing with that nigga, but she never listened to me." She cried out, clinging onto me as my shirt was now soaked with her tears.  "We've been best friends since forever, and now she's gone." She weeped as my heart stung.  I peered over at Theo and Joey with a worried look as they both looked at me unsurely.  

 

I wasn't exactly sure what to say in response to Vashtie's endless crying, I mean what was I suppose to say?  I'm sorry that the guy who killed your best friend from kindergarten was one of my nigga's.   Oh and don't worry I won't be killing anyone else that you're close too… yet.  I patted Vashtie's back slightly, trying my best not to let the groan inside of me escape my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut wishing I wish I could just erase all the worries of her finding out anything she shouldn't.  To actually think that I could actually change my ways for her was ridiculous.  Rakim was right when he told me, 'Once you're a nigga apart of this fame, nobody around you is safe.'

 

No wonder I could never keep a girl, no wonder people always refer to me ass that nigga to sat away from, no wonder Cassandra ran off to California as soon as she could.  It all boiled down to me being the same thing I tried to not be from the jump, the same dangerous nigga as my father.   The more I tried to be a humble dude from Harlem just trying to do something to keep me out of jail, keep from becoming another statistic.  The easier it seemed to get caught up with the wrong crowd and there was no way out.  These where the only people who had my back, why would I dare trading them for anyone else.

 

Joey whispered something to to Carter before glaring back at me and Theo to follow him,  "Come on Vash." Carter mumbled softly, gently taking Vashtie's hand as they made their way outside, leaving just me Theo, and Joey inside of Theo's condo.  By the way Carter seemed to be handling the death, anyone would have thought she knew about what was going between us guys.  But instead she plainly never was a big fan of her, for her death to affect her in anyway.  

 

"What the fuck guys?!" I exclaimed looking frantically between Joey and Theo with an unamused look on my face.  For how pissed I was, I wanted to  pull a pistol out on one of them, and blow both of their fucking brains out.  Theo looked at me with a mean mug before jumping up from the couch, getting into my face.  

 

"Nigga don't be mad at us! This is all Rakim's fault." Theo shouted back in rage as he tried to defend himfelf and Joey.  I groaned loudly, trying my best not to do something I would later regret. "So leave me and my brother out of this shit.  It ain't our fault Rakim always the one to fuck up!"

 

"Where the fuck is Rakim? It's like once you give that mother fucker a gun, he think he should shoot anyone when he pissed!" My voice boomed throughout the room, not caring who had to hear me now.  "When HOV finds out about this shit, he's first gonna be yelling at all of us. You know what, Joey call up Rakim!" I shouted as Joey quickly nodded, walking over to the window to make sure the girls where gone as he instantly dialed Rakim.  Honestly he was the last one I needed to get caught up in this shit, little dude was only twenty years old.