06 | Chapter Six
February, 2015 | Brooklyn, New York
I had never been to Brooklyn in all my time that I've lived in New York. It was an hour away on a good day, and now that I was here, I didn't like it. At least not the neighborhood that Tyson lead me to. It was the type of neighborhood that made you want to duck your head in fear of being shot. It was the type of neighborhood that forced you to put padlocks on the door of your cars. It looked as if almost every house in here was a traphouse and it wasn't the least bit pleasurable looking. Joey had told me some stories about Bed Stuy and how bad it was over there. I guess he's never been to Brooklyn either. But if Bed Stuy was worst than this, I didn't want to go there at all.
I mustered up enough courage to finally get out the car and head up towards the door.
The door was made out of chipped wood and had a small peephole. I knocked on the door twice, biting my lip as I waited for someone to open the door. I waited for at least five minutes before someone opened it. I recognized him immediately: Grasshopper, or more importantly known as Tyson. He looked me up and down before removing the cigarette from his mouth. He threw it on the floor, crushing it with the soles of his Jordans. He was expensive I could tell.
"Isis." He stated.
I nodded and he made room for me to enter into his house. His house, unlike his surrounding houses looked very clean inside. There were a few pictures on the wall that still had the tags hanging off of them. There were pretty little flowers and paintings of what looked like porn hanging in almost every corner of the room. I had always wondered if people tended to "people watch" while both aroused but seeing them right now watching my every news was kind of weird. Tyson kept walking until he took me to a room. The room was fairly large and the bed was made up neatly. I wanted to sit on top of it but I didn't. Not because I didn't want to seem as if I was teasing him, but because the bed was full. Full of weed, money, and print out of emails.
Tyson pulled out a chair, two to be exact. I thanked him and sat down on one.
He didn't say anything for sometime, just continued to smile at me as he bit his lip. It was beginning to become uncomfortable and I was regretting coming here on my own. "So can we get down to business--" I stated, sitting up. Tyson licked his lips. "You're beautiful." He stated. I looked away. He pulled the chair closer to me, his fingers gracing my chin as he turned my head in his direction. "Don't hide from me baby." He whispered. His teeth once again were covered with golden fangs. His breath smelt like alcohol and another substance I couldn't quite put a name on.
I pulled back away from him, staring at him as if he had just committed a murder.
"Reid Hill." I stated, this time most forcefully. Tyson sucked his teeth. "Whatever. Well, what do you want to know?" He asked. I shrugged. "Everything? Anything?" I didn't come with specific questions. I was kind of hoping that Tyson would just give me the answers that I was looking for without any problems.
Fuck, I should've planned this out.
"You don't remember me at all? I mean, Reid never told you about me?" Tyson asked. I looked at him long and hard. I think I'd remember someone like Tyson, but his name nor his looks served any role in Reid and I's relationship. I shook my head. Tyson looked almost hurt by this but he completely shook it off. "I'm Nyson's brother. Nyson and Reid, they sold together. Nyson was the OG, Reid, at the time was just the Baby G. I mean, he'd do anything to top the charts. He had to pay bills for his mova', his sister..." Tyson trailed on. "Remember any of this?" Tyson asked.
I nodded.
"I mean, I knew Reid had a sister. And I knew he sold drugs. I still don't know who Nyson is. I just want to know where Reid is, and where he's been." I stated. I wasn't trying to be impatient but hearing about Nyson this and Nyson that was getting kind of annoying. Tyson glanced at me, a smirk of approval growing on his face. "You are so damn sexy, you know that? Did Reid ever hit it? Or does Joey hit better?" He questioned. I looked up at the sound of Joey's name. "How do you know Joey?" I questioned. Tyson shook his head. "Baby, one step at a time. You asked about Reid remember? You came here for Reid. We can worry about Joey later, maybe over dinner?" He stated, still attempting to run game. I snapped my fingers. "Reid. Fucking Reid!" I cried out growing aggravated.
