Shootout

(23) Robbed

It's been three days since my apartment was robbed.

Bryson said he knows who did it, but wouldn't spare me any details.

I moved in with Bryson just until I can find another apartment. I always promised myself never to live with a man or let a nigga do husband duties without a ring on my finger that represents marriage. But I gotta do what I gotta do until my life falls back into place.

The three of us been sleeping in one bed since Bryson didn't have a spare room in his crib for Carmelo.

How does Bryson expect to get custody of this kid when my apartment literally just got robbed, which means the Judge will realize there's people after Bryson and could possible harm Carmelo.

Everything is all happening so fast. From Bryson catching bodies left and right, from him wanting to get custody of Carmelo, from my crib getting broken into, me suddenly moving in with Bryson, everything is all just happening so quickly and unexpectedly!

"Penelope." Bryson said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I hummed, getting out my head.

"You playin' attention? This the good part." Bryson said as he turns his focus back to the tv as Boys In The Hood plays. "This the part where Ricky gets shot."

"How is him getting shot the good part?" I chuckled.

"Because of the way he fell to the ground." He said, starting to bust out laughing.

I laughed with him and pushed him playfully. "Boy yous a mess." I rolled my eyes.

Suddenly we hear loud bangs on the front door, causing Carmelo to jump.

Bryson frantically grabs his gun that was sitting on the table beside the couch and hops off the couch quickly and made his way to the front door with his gun tucked in his sweatpants.

"It's okay Carmelo." I assured him, making my way over to the couch he was sitting on and let him lay on me while I put my attention back on the movie to let him know everythings fine, and whoever's at the door Bryson has it under control.

     "Who is it?!" Bryson said loud and sternly by the front door.

     "Police!"

My heart skipped.

     "Police?" I whispered to Bryson in shock. "What the hell they doin' here?"

     "Whatchall want?" Bryson said.

     "Just open up. We need to ask a few questions."

     "Questions about what?" I asked, getting off the couch and making my way to the door.

     "Just let me handle it penelope. Go sit back down." Bryson ordered.

     "But Bryson-"

     "I said go sit back down." He said sternly.

I just listened and went back to the couch, snuggling Carmelo in my arms because he was obviously scared. His whole body was shaking.

Bryson opened the door and two tall white men and one black man walked inside, wearing police uniforms.

     "You can put the weapon down." One of the officers says, staring at Brysons gun that was tucked in his pants.

Bryson listened and put the gun down on the table beside the couch.

     "Wassup. Whatchall in hea fo?" Bryson said irritably. 

     "We just need to ask a few questions about a murder that occurred." One of the officers says.