A Soldier Like Me:A Louisiana Love Story

Chapter One:Master

"I can't believe this nigga late with my shit, I told his nigga to be here for 5pm, now it damn near 6:00. Imma fuck his ass up," I spat, pacing the floor back and forth. This Nigga is never was late with my shit, why he want to be late today, I said to myself. Knowing I had anger issues, this nigga better pray I don't kill his ass.

 

   I run the streets of Baton Rouge, nobody can't top me, I'm that nigga, Master is my street name and what my homies call me. How I got that name, was from my nigga Chase. When that nigga was staying with me he told me I was a bossy ass nigga, so every time I ask him to do shit for me, He'll put his hand together and bow his head and say yes Master. Like he a slave or something, after that niggas just been calling me that ever since. A nigga didn't care as long they got the shit done, I had niggas working for me also. But any who a nigga like me had to grow up fast, my childhood was not easy. I had to get out and start hustling for what I needed.

  

  My dad died when I was 12 years old, that's another thing my dad was the biggest drug dealer of Louisiana. I have so much respect in the streets, that niggas don't look my way when they see me, cause they know I'll kill a nigga in a heartbeat if they play with me. When my dad died my mother lost it. I was 13 when my mom killed herself. She started drinking and not going to work.

  

   I prayed to God that she would be alright, but it got worse, I came home from playing ball with my homies that day, I had a bad feeling something was wrong. I went to my mom room to check on her to see if she was okay. I couldn't believe my fucking eyes, my mom hung herself. That shit was crazy, it hurted my soul. She left a letter that she wrote me before she died. I couldn't read that shit, my head was all fuck up, why the fuck would my mother kill herself leaving me in this hell world. I felt like I had no fucking body.

     

I went to stay with my dad's best friend Rambo and his two daughters Heaven and Harmonee. Heaven and I became best friends, I was in love with her. She was my first and I was hers. She was there for me through everything.

   

She was different from other girls, she was smart, beautiful, loyal and not counting my pockets. All she wanted was my time. Heaven was the perfect girl for me, but we never made it official, I regret it now and that shit hurt like hell. I was 14 when I turn to the streets, Rambo show me everything I needed to know.

   He died when I was 19, I asked Heaven to come with me, but she was too scared of a nigga lifestyle.

   

I continuously pace the floors back and forth, this nigga really had me heated he knew how I felt about my paper, I looked down my phone for the time. "Where the fuck is this nigga?"

Tooley finally pulled up in his 2016 Black Mercedes, and I rushed outside and into his car, then instantly pulled out my pistol and aimed it against his head. "Care to explain why you late with my shit or do you want me to blow your brains out, "pressing my gun to his forehead.

He put his hands in the air like he's surrendering, trying to form the words out of his mouth.

 

"I-It's not my fault boss, one of the men try to short you out your shit." He stuttered, I knew I had this nigga about to shit himself, but I didn't care, everybody knew how I got down and not waste time while their on my watch.

  

I looked him straight in the eyes to see if he was lying, but I can tell he was telling the truth. I walked toward the bag, that was in his trunk observing what he brought me and turned back at him.