Beyond The Broken Glass3: Finally Mended [complete]

31. Bonus Chapter: Righting My Wrongs

I sat inside my gifted all-black Benz, shielded from the heavy rain. Parked at the beginning of an alley that I used to run from the police, I was watching them trap. Still stuck in the same place, despite the harsh weather conditions, all of them packed underneath an awning of the corner store. They hoods pulled over they heads and they hands shoved in they pockets. Typical corner boys.

I turned around to peek inside the back seat. Kay was still soaking wet and still passed out from being high off her ass. I'm not sure where to place the blame for this. If I was to be logical I'd blame her only, but the emotion part of me blamed Herb because he stood in front of her waving the drugs around like it was a piece of candy. He let them be fed to her, knowing who she was.

She jerked and groaned in her sleep but she didn't fully awake yet. Strange that, drugs that they give you to help you can also hurt you. A few moments earlier when all the young niggas was nowhere to be found I scoped her out inside the same corner store I was in front of now.

She had no clue who I was. She just randomly grabbed my arm and asked me if she could work me over for a few dollars. When I told her no she begged with tears falling from her eyes. I left her there and when I saw her again she was doped up sitting in an alley with a band around her arm. That's how she came to be here, inside my car. You would think after she witnessed our mama being strung off crack she'd stay away from it but I guess she stuck her foot in the imprints made by our mother.

Herb was on the move now. His hands shoved inside his pockets, he ran toward a car and poked his head into the passenger side. I had no clue how I was going to kill two birds with one stone. But that's always been my mission in life, to figure shit out. She started randomly choking in the backseat so I turned to check on her. She had her face stuck right against the leather seat, obstructing her airways. I turned her head and relaxed when she started breathing again.

I heard a tap on the window and my hand immediately gripped the handle of my chrome pistol that lay in my lap. As I was staring out the window, I looked him dead in his face as he tried his hardest to see into the inside.

I rolled the window down and when his vision focused good enough, his eyes widened as he stumbled back a little bit.

"Get in the car man."

"Nigga What? When you—"

"Imma tell you everything—just get in the car man please." I have never been one to ask a nigga twice or beg so he knew I meant business.

I didn't expect my voice to be as sensitive as it was. But to see the nigga I call my brother still stuck in the same place that I left him, fucked with my head. Herb paused for a second, then his eyes darted across the street to the ten niggas he was just hanging with. He ran his hand down his face but hopped in the car anyway. I reversed in the alley and went in a different direction.

"Where the hell you been at man?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

He froze for a second then his eyes flickered to the backseat as he gripped something under his hoodie. She was squirming and groaning but still too out of it to even function.

"I see you found her." He sighed as he sat back in the seat. He sounded shameful like he had a part in what she did to herself.

"I ain't blaming you for this shit," I told him as I turned another corner.

"Shit just been different since you left. Nobody is the same."

"Who is them new niggas you and Roddie hanging around?"

After a long-winded pause. He exhaled and then glanced at me. He informed me that when Ray's crew was dismantled some new nigga named Koy showed up and declared some big-time dude from the south was running shit now and that If any of them had a problem they could talk to God about it.