Weed Smoke

The Beginning Part II

"A big nigga." Dock said in disbelief, tightly gripping the steering wheel as he dodged in and out of each lane.

"A big nigga, he had to be about 6'3. I swear to God, bro you're gon' get yourself in some shit if you don't start speaking up.
Th-that lady, there was a lady in there who the fuck was that!?" Dock asked nervously as he hit my arm trying to get my attention.

"This is deep shit bro, how the fuck are we gon' clear this shit up, my dad's gon' trip. We used His guns, his ride, all this shit belongs to him." Dock said as he carelessly drove through a red light along with a few stop signs.

How could I clear this up? This whole situation was my fault. This was my idea. I never told dock where we were going. This is all my fault. Dock is more than my bestfriend. We always have each other's back no matter what. If I didn't want dock to ride with me, I would have never hit him up.

Thoughts ran through my head as I leaned against the window of my uncle's truck-occasionally answering to Dock as he continued to ramble on about the situation that just happened.

I'm in some deep shit. I thought to myself as Dock turned the corner up a familiar dirt road that brought back a lot of old memories.

"Bro you gota' inhale it like this." Dock said as I thought back to the day on this dirt road where Dock and I rolled our first blunt. We were so eager to light it up, we were so anxious to see if the blunt would turn out alright.

"Man let me hit it, I know how to smoke it bro' watch me." As I inhaled the slightly soggy blunt that Dock passed to me almost dropping it, I coughed erratically.

"Marc you ain't supposed to inhale it like that bro, let it form in your mouth first." Dock said laughing-already high from the first hit that he took.

"Pass it bro! Marc pass the shit.....Marc? Marc!" Dock yelled as he opened the door to my uncle's truck-snapping me out of my childhood memory that took over my thoughts.

As I fumbled out of my thoughts, I handed Dock both guns that was thrown in the backseat carelessly.

"My dad's gona' whoop my ass man." Dock said as he grabbed the guns from my hands.

As I hopped out the front seat, I stumbled from the rocks that covered the dirt road like a sheet.

"If I fall don't help me up, just let me lay there until I dry up and die." I said to Dock as I tried to balance myself.

Dock and I walked toward the trunk of my uncle's truck-both staring at the sun that peeked through the clouds on top of the dirt road. It was pretty hard to not stare at the sun. The road that we were on lyed on top of a series of hills that looked down over our city.

"Do you think he left it back there?" I asked Dock as I leaned against my uncle's truck, watching the sunset-waiting for Dock to find my uncle's shovel.

"I seen him throw it back here the other day, it gota' be in here somewhere bro." Dock said as he shuffled around the junk my uncle had laying around in his trunk. "I got it bro' let's go."

Dock and I walked up a trail that led to another dirt hill-leaving my uncle's truck behind. Dock carryed the shovel, and I carryed a shotgun and a 9mm. We both walked in silence. The rocks crunching underneath our boots gave us a reminder that we were both still breathing-living, walking. It gave us hope that we may be able to get away with this.

As we came to the end of the trail that stopped almost at the top of the hill, I put both guns down.

"Here bro' let me dig, I got us into this bullshit." I said as I put my hand out waiting for Dock to throw me the shovel.

"Nah bro' I got this one." Dock said grabbing the shovel with both hands like a pogo stick. "You can dig the next hole."

Even though Dock and I weren't really the killing type of guys, this wasn't the first hole that we had to dig. We gave each other a promise, that if anything was to ever happen, we would never rat each other out.

As Dock continued to dig for what seemed to be about 10 minutes, he finally came to a stop.

"Ok bro-drop 'em in." Dock said holding the shovel in his right hand while he wiped the sweat from his face with his left.

I threw both guns into the dirt hole and helped Dock bury them by kicking the dirt from a pile that Dock created.

"Watch my foot bro, you swinging that shit all over the place." I said trying to dodge the shovel as we buried both guns.

"Come on, let's go bro, I gotta' get this truck back." Dock said dusting the dirt from his pants as we both walked back to my uncle's truck.

I knew I had to think of a way to get myself out of this. Not only is my life in jeopardy, but Dock's life is too. I never thought about the consequences if something was to go wrong. I was never going to shoot Ronnie, I just wanted to teach him a lesson. Ajanee coming to me really meant she had no one else to go to, and when someone thinks you don't have anyone, they will abuse that authority I thought. I wanted Ronnie to see how it felt to be scared, to be pushed into a corner fearing for his life. Honestly, I wanted to see him cry like a little bitch. Even though I was angry, I never meant for the man to die. I can't be mad at Dock, he saved my life. He walked in on me at gun point, I would have done the same thing for my bro.

Ronnie came into Ajanee's life about 8 years ago. She never really had a father, so he was the closest thing to it. I would always be at Ajanee's house when we were dating. She was my girl and I loved her. Ronnie was always cool and seemed to not have any problems. When Ajanee told me he lost his job a few months back due to poor attendance, I would have never expected it to get as bad as she explained.

"I really need your help Marcus. It's Ronnie he lost his mind, he stays out all night and comes home drunk. My mom, she's so naive when it comes to him, Marcus she backs down she gets weak, a side of my mother that I have never seen before. When he hit me Marcus, I-I didn't know what to do, my mom didn't do anything, so I tried to fight back. When I swung at him, he hit me again, but this time I flew, and look." Ajanee said as she lifted up the back of her shirt, showing the bruises from when Ronnie punched her into the wall. I sat there on my bed in rage as Ajanee told me the story, she was my ex-girlfriend, but I loved this girl so much, and I would do anything for her.

I told Ajanee to go to a friend's house the next day after school when she got out, she told me that her mother would be at work. I guess that's why I was so surprised when I seen Mrs. Ebony run into the kitchen when I had my uncle's 9 shoved down his throat. Everything went left after that. If only I had the chance to tell Dock to come through the front with me and we both handle the fool, maybe Ronnie would still have his life. Now I have to find a way to clear this shit up. I have to call Ajanee.