CHAPTER 33: MY CRAZY

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SONG: MY LIFE BY MARY J BLIGE 

AISHA'S POV

AISHA'S POV

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"... Hannah Reagan is great granddaughter of the late President Ronald Reagan, met Aisha Tolliver at Columbia University, and she was there at the party in Atlanta when 21 year old..." 

Me and Vaughn both stare at my friend from CU, Hannah Reagan, speaking live on Good Morning America. And our mouths are fucking hanging open watching this shit, right along with the rest of my family's. Hannah is on my side -- on Droopy's side. And she's Ronald Reagan's damn granddaughter. Wow. Droopy's murder is now getting international attention. My hope rises watching Hannah... 

"They didn't show badges, nothing, they didn't even yell or say that they were the police." Hannah cries.

"So they were in plain clothes? Undercover officers." Gayle King asks her.

"Yes, they could've been anybody. All he did was snatch away and turn around to see who grabbed him- the gun was just a fake prop, we were all in costume for Halloween, and all he said was 'What the f--' you know -- and the next thing I know, he was dead. And yes, they had time to ask him to drop the fake gun, he didn't aim that toy at them. And also, let me just say: That to be standing there, up close and personal -- I now suffer right along with his family, and I'll never forget it. I'm traumatized, my heart is broken, because I saw the brutality of the police against an unarmed Black man. For the first time in life, I saw it for myself, and we have to stop this, somebody has to do something." Hannah sobs, and I watch her cry... and my world is just spinning for me. God stay with me, I know You got me Lord, I see that now. You put Theo and his friends, in my path. And I'm so grateful to my new friends, I think about Theo.

"We gone beat this shit. I know you see it. Just hold it down," Vaughn whispers to me and Vonsha. We nod.

When Vaughn leaves out of the front door, I stare at us. My family. All over the fucking news...

The Tollivers.

Minus Droopy. Droop is dead. I stare at his face on the news, and I remember the first day I showed up, and he came in Lot's room and hugged me and welcomed me into this family... And I think back to before that.. and picture me and Droopy, running up the block from the police when we were just 12 years old. I smile through my tears. Once we got to Chester's Grocery store we laughed like hell.. and Droopy bought me a bag of hot Cheetos and a strawberry soda because I had dropped my money outta my hand...

I grab my stomach when a pain hits me-

"What's wrong?" my mother-in-law jumps over here, watching me.

Everybody runs over here to me, scared.

"You gotta rest, Tae would die if you lost his baby," Donna tells me.

"Moot you alright?" Tay Tay asks me too with tears in his eyes.. I nod.. in a daze of ice cold sadness. fear. and fuckin' misery. I'm miserable.

"She's fine. Don't cry, I've got this shit. Be strong for your daddy," Donna whispers and hugs Tay Tay up and I'm so grateful.

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