The Side Chick Blues

SIDE CHICK BLUES

“You here?”
“I just pulled to the front. I don’t see your car,” I said to Jason as I took a sip of my ciroc and dimmed the lights. It was late at night and I didn’t need to draw any attention to this parking lot. Nobody was supposed to be here.
“You didn’t just see me flash my lights?” He asked.
“You must be on the side. I’m pulling around now.”
I started to hang up but he stopped me. “Ay.”
“Yea?”
“You bring the condoms?”
I shook my head. “Why? We ain’t fucking. Remember?” I asked. Jason was my boyfriend. Well, let me explain. We were together for two years but he left me for his old side bitch. Now I was his side bitch and she was his girl. Ain’t that ‘bout a bitch? 
“Just come on, man,” he laughed as he hung up.
When I pulled to the side, I saw his all red Lincoln, Parking right beside him, I got out and pulled my skirt down. I wore red panties on purpose. It was his favorite color and I knew it turned him on. He tried to act like he could go without fucking me but I knew he couldn’t. Reason number 128383 why I was even here in the first place. To prove a point. “You looking good,” I said as I slid inside the whip and smelled the purple haze. 
“You too.” He puffed on his blunt and stared into space, high as hell. If he was any other nigga, I could let him go but he wasn’t. I loved his 6’2 stature, slim build, chocolate skin and dimples. He had more tattoos than Gucci Mane. It complimented him though and turned me on. I don’t know why. My mama didn’t like him because he had tattoos on his face. But he wasn’t hers. He was mine…kinda.
Suddenly, my phone started to ring. I didn’t answer. It wasn’t nobody but my friend complaining about her boyfriend. I had my own problems tonight. I wasn’t secure with my position and I wanted him to leave that hoe asap. She stole him from me so why should I have to be here begging anyway? The fuck? “We need to talk.”
He laughed and finally looked at me. “You a funny looking mothafucka.”
I blew him off. He was just high. “I want you to leave Cheray.”
“Why we always gotta go thru this?” He asked as he looked past me out the window, causing me to look.
“What?”
“Thought I saw somebody.” He turned and looked straight ahead again while smoking.
“Jason!”
He looked down at his pants and then looked at me. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
Though I was mad, I never turned down dick from him. I bit my lip. “Yea.”
“Come here,” he said as he leaned his seat back. See, this why none of my arguments stood a chance. He whipped dick out while I was talking and I would shut up. I called his dick the devil. It was Satan himself. I ain’t lying. I took him until my mouth as the radio played THE WEEKEND. As I slobbered on his dick, he slid two fingers into my pussy, making me super wet.
“Give it to me,” I said as I lifted my head.
“You want me to leave Cheray forreal?” He asked, causing me to sit up and pull my skirt back down.
“Yea.”
“Kill her,” he said with a straight face as he placed a chrome 9 mm in my hand.
“What?” I asked as I looked at the gun that was in my hands.
“You heard me. You want me to leave her, then kill her. Kill her with that gun.”
“But…I…um…what if…I mean…” I couldn’t even get my words out.
He smirked and blew smoke in my face. “Knew you was all talk.”
“I’m not a murderer, Jason. What the fuck?”
He shook his head. “I got to take a piss. I’ll be back,” he said as he put the blunt out and walked to the back of the building.
When I saw that he was gone, I called my friend back. “What, Jesny?”
“Yo, where you at?”
“Up here at Big T. Why?” I asked when I heard the urgency in her voice.
“You talked to Jason?” She asked.
“Na,” I lied. I tried to make them think I was done with him so I had to look strong. I couldn’t tell them I was in the parking lot sucking dick.
“Yo, they just found Cheray with her head chopped off. Everybody been looking for Jason to tell him but they cant find him.”
My heart started pounding a thousand miles per hour. “Huh? Like…is she alive?”
“No, bitch! Her head is detached from her body. All they found was her head in her bed. It had gun shot wound thru it.”
“So…so..um…the body is gone? Just the head. Are you serious?”
“Yes, bitch! It’s all over facebook.”
“Jesny, let me call you back,” I said as I inhaled air so thick that I could slice it with a knife. Jason had just asked me to kill her. I know him so I know that it wasn’t a coincidence. He knew that she was already dead. In fact, he probably killed her and was about to kill me next. 
I clutched the gun that he had just given me when I saw him walking to the car. I looked closely and got more scared when I saw that it wasn’t him. It was someone dressed in all black with a black hoodie down to their eyes. I couldn’t see the face. What the fuck? 
“Get out the car now!” The man yelled when he got to the passenger side.
I pointed the gun at him. “I have a gun! I’ll shoot! Jason!” I yelled.
Suddenly, I saw hella police cars pulling into the building. All lights were now flashing on me. Jason was nowhere in sight. “Put the gun down and step out with your hands up!” A cop said on the intercom attached to the police car.
I had nothing to hide so I got out, scared as hell though. I dropped the gun. I exhaled and smiled when I saw Jason walking up. He was about top tell them that this was all a misunderstanding. 
“That’s her,” I heard Jason tell the cops.
“What the f…”
“Are you sure?” A cop asked Jason as he slammed me against the car and the other one popped Jasons trunk. Cherays body was in the trunk. Damn. He did kill her. But why the fuck was he pointing at me?
“Yea. She told me if she couldn’t have me then no one would. Next thing I know, Cheray is dead. That’s why when she told me to meet her here, I called you guys. The bitch is crazy. I knew she killed Cheray,” Jason said with fake tears.
I started kicking and screaming. He was trying to pin this on me! Hell na! “Bitch ass nigga, you called me up here! This is your car! Not mine! Explain that!” I yelled.
“I reported that car stolen hours ago,” he said.
“Explain this gun. ma'am,” the cop said as he placed it in a zip lock bag. My prints were all over that bitch. Jason had planned this from the moment he killed her. He knew I was crazy about him. everyone did. It would all make sense.
“Jason, you cant let them do this! Jason!”
“Come on.” The cop pushed my head down and started reading me my rights.
I watched as Jason talked to the cops and pretended to be hurt. Nothing in the world hurt worse than him letting me take the fall for some shit that he did. I should have let her have his ass. 
I shoulda left the minute he asked me to kill her.

To be continued....