Chapter 2 --
" God, God please. Not my Santo, give me my son back!" My mother yelled at my open casket as she held me.
"Oh please, God why! Why did you take my baby?!" Crystal yelled as she held me.
My mother dragged her away from my casket. She held Jr. , our son, close to her as tears rushed down her face.
Everything went black, I opened my eyes to see Christan standing over me with a gun. I shook my head and BANG, BANG!
* * *
I woke up in pool of sweat, another dream of me being killed by Christian. I can't live like this anymore.
"Answer the damn phone Chresanto!" My mother yelled through my door.
I picked up the phone, still breathing heavily because of my dream.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Jody! Where are you can i have my car so i can get to work?" Crystal replied.
"Your car?"
"My car Santo, the one I bought with my money!" She sounded angry.
"Go on with all that, girl. I'm here asleep."
"Santo, It's Monday. You know I can't be late."
"Alright, Alrigth. I'll be there in a couple of minutes." I sighed.
"Hurry!" I hung up.
* * *
I picked her up from her apartment and drove her to her stank job. I love Crystal, she's mad at me one minute but she know she needs me, so were fine again. Everyone was walking into the office, some of the older ladies stopped in front of our car and stared at us.
"Santo. Please, plesae, pleassssse be on time today, okay." Crystal said.
"Crystal, baby, what are you talking about? I'm always on time." Crystal smacked her lips.
"Just be on time." Crystal gave me a kiss.
"Love you." She turned to the back to look at Jr. "You, be good for daddy, okay. Mommy loves you."
She walked out of the car and waved to us one more time. Jr jumed to the front seat and we drove off.
* * *
"Wait a minute, Santo! Hold it! Shit!" My mother yelled as she handed me her silver necklace.
"Damn momma. Come on, you always have someone waiting." I said handing her the necklace back.
She put it on and turned twords me. "How do i look?" My mother asked.
"Fine." I replied dryly. She smack her lips.
"Fine." She mimicked. "Boy, I know i look good. Quit hating."
"Why are you steping out with this man and you hardly know him and where is he taking you anyways? And why are you wearing that tight ass dress?"
"Boy, this- this is an all purpose dress. I can go dancing or even fight a bitch in this dress. I am ready for anything. But, we're probably going dancing 'cause he likes music."
"You know where he live? Been to his house yet? What you know about him besides him smiling at you? He could be crazy. Is he a killer, like Von? Why don't you get an L-7 boyfriend? One of them white-collar brothers with a briefcase. You like them thugs. I don't know why."
"Your daddy was a thug, i just need a man who can handle a woman like me." She fixed her hair. "Dominic isn't a thug, he's a nice guy. And he knows what he's doind wiht his life. I'm going out, and thats all i know. Thats all i need to know, you feel me? I got a date, talking about ' i look fine '. Boy i look good!"
