A hustlers Wife

Chapter 4

''I've never been to jail'' I say trying not to start crying. I was such a good girl and I didn't want a bad reputation at all. I was trying to go to Clark University in Georgia. I didn't need this on my records.

''We ain't going to jail'' Tarik says. ''Relax'' he says. Marcus slowly stops the car and pulls over. My heart is beating loud as hell. 

''Bruh you finna have a panic attack?'' Anthony asks me.

''Yes bruh''

''Y'all chill the fuck out the cop walking up'' Marcus says.  I look out the window and see that its a black officer. 

''Thank god'' I say.

''Cause he black? That don't mean shit at all'' Tarik says.

''Hey officer'' Marcus says sounding calm

''Ain't tryna start no problems but I would like if you could slow down just a bit'' the officer says while looking in the car.

''Sorry about that sir'' Marcus says sounding so relaxed and calm.

''Alright take it easy'' the officer says and walks off.

''Take me straight home. My blood pressure is high'' I say feeling a headache beginning to start.

''Cry baby'' Tarik says.

''Where you stay?'' Marcus asks.

''Just keep straight'' I say not wanting to tell them where I live. I'll tell Tarik because I know him, but I don't know his boys like that. They may try to break in my house. I would never know.

''This my house right here'' I say lying. Tarik looks at me.

''Alright'' Marcus says stopping the car.

''I'll catch up with y'all boys later'' Tarik says getting out the car. I just look at him.

''Where you bout to be at?'' Marcus asks.

''Round here for a while. Make a few serves'' he says making me look at him.

''Ight bruh. I be selling a lot of 8ths over here'' Marcus says.

'' I just sold like 6 of them earlier today'' Tarik says.

''Ight cuh I see ya'' Marcus says smiling. ''Ima fuck with you later''

''Yeah'' Tarik says dapping him up.

''The fuck is a 8th?'' I ask. He busts out laughing.

''Where you stay at man?''

''A couple more houses down'' I say. He takes my book bag from me.

''You could of let bruh take it to your real house''

''Naw Ion trust them'' I say.

''Man them my boys you don't gotta worry about them'' he says.

''Why happened Tarik?'' This wasn't the Tarik that I remember. I look at him now and can tell that he's a dopeboy.

''I had to better myself'' he says shrugging his shoulders.

''In this way????'' I ask.

''Man Aaliyah when I moved from Florida my life turned around. My grandma died, my brother is locked up and my sister went to stay with her new boyfriend up in New York. I had to provide for myself. Only person I got left is my daughter-''

''YOU GOT A KID??!''

''Yes Aaliyah. Why are you screaming?'' he asks.

''You went and had a fucking baby? WOWWW'' I say.