DEADLY DECISIONS III: The End (9 page)

Keisha read his expression. “No feelings, remember, just sex. Shhhhh!” Keisha placed her finger over her lips as she opened the door for Gutty to step out.

Gutty put his basketball shorts back on and nodded in agreement. “Piru, just sex,” he replied and then walked out of the restroom. He understood how sex with Keisha could cause wars. When he walked back into the bedroom, Big Pope Dog was still asleep, snoring loudly. Gutty hopped in the bed, puzzled.
Damn, she treated a nigga like a straight jump off. I see how I be making these ho’s feel now,
he thought as he climbed in bed and covered up.

Big Pope Dog shook Gutty out of his thoughts. “Nigga, get that pussy off ya mind, gangsta.
B-Low just called and said that his folks got at him and that shit ain’t looking good at Cam’s house. Keep
a straight face, though. We can’t tell Keys anything until we hear a solid word. She already too turnt up.” Big Pope Dog directed Gutty’s attention to the argument that was brewing between the two sisters.

Gutty agreed, “Fo’ sho’! Now let’s go put this fire out before shit get to blazing.” They approached the sisters.

“Bitch, check this out, fuck how you feeling right now! I have everything to lose and ain’t nobody going through what I’m going through. So like I said, you a muthafuckin’ smoker, ex-smoker, or whatever the fuck you wanna call it. I thought you left me hanging AGAIN…my bad. I ain’t gon’ keep explaining and apologizing for that, shit, Piru, bitch, you owe me!” Keisha yelled in her sister’s face.

“Smoker and I owe you?” Ryan took a few steps back, hurt, ready to fade her sister. “I been clean for months, bitch, but from the looks of things, you ain’t. What you on, Kesh? ‘Cause I can clearly see that you’re high right now.”

Keisha continued to deny the fact that she was high. “Bitch, I’ll never stoop to your level… NEVER!”

“Yeah, right!” Ryan spat. “You must be powdering yo’ nose, fucking with that coke. Your eyes are big as saucers, and yo’ nose dripping, I know what’s up, and BITCH, you ain’t no better than me!”

Completely embarrassed that Ryan had called her out, she drew back to swing on Ryan, but before the punch connected with Ryan’s face, Big Pope Dog and Gutty stepped in and separated the sisters, carrying them away from one another, telling them to calm down.

Hearing all the chaos, Grandma Ethel opened the door to see what was going on with Poo Baby and Kessia on her trail.

Frustrated, Ryan continued to try to get out of Big Pope Dog’s hold. “Bitch, I don’t owe you shit! You think you better than me and that you’re the only one going through it? Bitch, I’m here in Atlanta for yo’ ass, not in the muthafucking rehab where the fuck I’m supposed to be. Yo’ young, dumb, gangbanging ass ain’t here at night when your daughter wakes up crying from violent nightmares or to tell let her that everything is going be alright…I am! So quit pointing fingers at everybody else and take yo’ own gotdamn blame for once! I’m tired of hearing you play the victim,
Keisha!” Ryan cried in anger.
“You ain’t no better than me!
We’re both addicts!
Matter of fact, you’re worse than me because you messed up everybody’s life around you. None of our lives are the same no more. Mama and Jasper hiding in safe houses and shit -” Ryan bit her tongue to stop herself from reminding Keisha how Yonna had taken a bullet for her that left Yonna’s kids motherless, but she decided against it. Yonna’s loss was
detrimental
to Keisha’s mental state, and since it was never her true intentions to throw stones at her sister, Ryan gave up. “Fuck you, Keisha. I can take my ass back to Cali!”

Grandma Ethel stood at the door, utterly surprised and was speechless. She knew that something was going on with her granddaughter Keisha, just not to that extent of what she was hearing.

Poo Baby picked up a crying Kessia and took her back inside the house away from the drama.

“Everything is alright, baby. Your mom and Auntie Ryan is just having an argument. Don’t cry.” Poo Baby wiped Kessia’s tears away.
I knew Keisha’s ass was acting strange. She fucking snorting cocaine now!
Poo Baby was beyond angry with Keisha and was regretting her decision to go on the run with her instead of going back to Cali to fulfill her career and live her life like Niya had
advised
her to do.

The humiliation set in on Keisha face the moment she laid eyes on her grandmother. She immediately refrained from using any further profanity. “I ain’t like you, B. I’m not a weak one like you. I would never use drugs,” Keisha shouted after Ryan in an attempt to convince her grandmother that she wasn’t on any narcotics.

Ryan told Big Pope Dog to let her go so that she could go in the house to pack her things. It was events in her life like that which caused her to relapse.
I do right and I’m still wrong. Fuck it!
Big Pope Dog let her go and Ryan walked back inside the house after apologizing to Grandma Ethel.

“You don’t have to go anywhere, Ryan, unless you want to,” Grandma Ethel took Ryan by the arm and told her before she entered the house.

Ryan thanked her; she was doing her very best.

When Gutty saw Ryan go inside the house, he loosened his grip on Keisha. “I’ma let you go, Lady G, but be easy. The entire house and half the neighborhood got they eyes on you,” Gutty said calmly before releasing her from his hold.

“I’m good.” Keisha yanked her arm from Gutty and then started toward her grandmother. Standing before her on the porch, Keisha tried to convince her that she was clean. “I’m not on drugs, G-Ma, and everything Ryan said is not true. I’m so sorry for all this chaos and drama. I didn’t come here for this,” Keisha said apologetically. “I came here to see you and Kessia, and like I told you, I’m working hard on getting my life together. That’s it. I swear,” Keisha continued.

Standing in the kitchen collecting herself, a hurt expression came upon Ryan’s face as she listened to Keisha apologize to Grandma Ethel. “
I came here to see you and Kessia….”
Keisha’s words repeated themselves in Ryan’s head.
But fuck coming to see me, I’m just your sister that’s been doing my sisterly deed, holding your daughter down, but I ain’t shit. Fuck Keisha!
Ryan sighed.
She never gave a fuck about me, for real.
Ryan retreated up the stairs. She didn’t want to see Keisha’s face or hear her voice. She was tired of trying to reconcile with her, but decided that she’d stay strictly for the good of her niece. If for nothing or nobody else, Kessia relied on her.

“Stop it, Keisha!” Grandma Ethel stared Keisha in her eyes, tired of hearing the lies. “I want to believe you, Pudding, but I know better. I know you and the way your twisted mind works, and I don’t want to hear another lie come out of your mouth!” She tried to regain her composure. “Now you guys come inside. You need to spend some time with your daughter, and then after dinner, I want you and your guests out of here. Do I make myself clear?”

Keisha nodded her head in agreement and then grabbed her grandmother’s hand before she headed back inside the house. “I’ma do better, G-Ma. I don’t wanna be this way, nor do I want to be living my life like this. I’m sorry,” Keisha said sincerely, standing before her grandmother.

“Well fix it,” Grandma Ethel said sternly, and then she walked away from the door. She had come to terms with the fact that she couldn’t change or fix her granddaughter. Nobody but God and Keisha could, and since worry and stress killed, she opted to continue to pray for her granddaughter and leave it all in God’s hands. But one thing was for sure and two for certain: she wasn’t going to allow her to take her precious great-granddaughter along for the ride.

Li’l Boo lay in his bed for a nap after a long day of therapy. After refusing to stay at the rehabilitation center that the hospital referred him to, he opted to have his family help him out during the day and hired a nurse to assist him at night. Although Li’l Boo was hopeful of a speedy recovery and he kept a smile on his face, the experience was one he didn’t wish on anyone except his worst enemy
.
Li’l Boo had never felt so incompetent in his life. He
had to temporarily wear a colostomy bag
. And most times when he tried to stand on his own,
he’d find himself on the floor of his home, in pain, needing assistance to get back up.

Li’l Boo missed his daughter Kessia terribly and he wanted to be there for Keisha. He missed them both so much. For once in Li’l Boo’s life, he wanted marriage. He was deeply in love with Keisha and wanted to wife her, make more babies with her, and provide their daughter a solid family life with both parents and siblings to grow up with. However, since Li’l Boo wasn’t in the condition to hop on the next flight to Miami to gangsta it out with Keisha
, Li’l Boo called up Big Pope Dog to offer some of his out of town connections for additional manpower. It was the least that he could do.

“These niggas don’t know shit about Keisha. All they know is that you’re my people and you need their backing,” Li’l Boo told him.

“Good looking, Phonk. I’ll definitely be in contact if I need them,” Big Pope told him.

Li’l Boo’s mother, Sheila, entered his bedroom to tell him he had a visitor. “I told this young lady that you were resting and tired, but she insisted that she must speak to you. Now unless you’re expecting her, I’ma cuss her little ass out if she don’t get to stepping,” his mother continued.

Li’l Boo chuckled. “Mom, it’s alright, top flight security,” he teased.” I called the young woman over to give me a little therapy.” Li’l Boo smiled devilishly.

Sheila looked at her son sideways with her brow raised high and a hand on her hip. “You little nasty
monster! You
shut yo’ mouth, talking about therapy.” She laughed, tickled, and started back to the bedroom door. “I knew all that marriage crap with Keisha Cones was all talk, son. You are your father’s son,” she said before leaving his room to let the young woman in.

Li’l Boo yelled after his mom, “Oh, I’m all about wifing, Keisha; she the one. But what good would I be to her if my gangsta ain’t working,” he teased seriously. He hadn’t had a hard-on since he had come to from the coma and
it frightened him.

“Too much information, son!” Shelia yelled back to him.
I sure hope one of these girls changes his mind about Keisha. It’s too damn dangerous to be with her. God forgive me, but if Keisha doesn’t make it back alive, I wouldn’t be upset.
Shelia let the young woman in.

While Li’l Boo waited for his jump-off, Cherry, to come up, he decided to remove his boxers to spare the embarrassment of having her remove them for him. Needing assistance to dress, walk, and shower was damning on his confidence and Li’l Boo needed a booster.

After managing to remove his boxers, Li’l Boo sat up at the edge of the bed, positioned to get pleasured with
his dick in his hand.
Besides saying hello, he didn’t plan on doing much talking.
I hope my dick don’t fail me! I can’t live with no pussy in my life,
Li’l Boo thought. When his bedroom door opened, Li’l Boo held his penis and said, “Come on in; we’ve been waiting on you.”

“Oh my goodness!” Cameron’s wife Monique stood
shielding
her eyes at his bedroom door.

The fuck she doing here?
Li’l Boo was caught off guard. “What are you doing here?”

Monique uncovered her eyes and looked at Li’l Boo, thinking he had covered up, but he had not. Her eyes bulged as she caught glimpse of Li’l Boo’s manhood. “Oh my God, uh, can you please cover yourself?” Monique turned to the wall, completely embarrassed.

Li’l Boo covered himself with the sheet from his bed and then worked hard to slide his underwear back on. “I didn’t mean to frighten you with all this dick, baby,” Li’l Boo replied sarcastically, puzzled as to why Cameron’s wife was at his home. But he found it flattering how amazed she was at his dick.
Nigga better be lucky that I’m tryna get it right to be with Keisha, otherwise I’d fuck his wife just for bragging rights and to piss his
Crab
ass off.
“Why are you here?”

“For you… I mean, to talk to you,” Monique quickly corrected, timid.

Li’l Boo chuckled. “Your husband can’t seem to keep his women away from the boy,” Li’l Boo teased. “How can I do you - I mean help you?” he asked. Then he told Monique that she could open her eyes and turn back around. “I put the monster away.”

I seen his dick; Cameron’s gonna kill me!
Monique slowly turned around prepared to cover her eyes again just in case Li’l Boo was fooling her. She didn’t want to see his penis nor did she have time to play his silly games. She was there for serious business. When Monique saw that Li’l Boo had his underwear on, she asked him if she could take a seat in the chair across from his bed to talk to him.

“Be my guest,” Li’l Boo replied. When Li’l Boo saw tears begin to form in Monique’s eyes, he put all jokes aside.
I hope she didn’t come here for marriage counseling.
Li’l Boo offered her a napkin. But then he began to think she was there to set him up. He was unaware that she knew of his place of residence. Li’l Boo put his hand under his pillow on his pistol in case Monique was there to set him up “Look, I’m not sure what’s going on or why you’re here, but you need to make it quick, mama. I’m expecting company.”

“Li’l Boo, my husband is in jail and I just wanted to know if you had anything to do with the gunmen that came over and shot up our home looking for him yesterday.”

A shocked expression appeared across Li’l Boo’s face
. This bitch is in over her head
. “If I did, do you really think I’d tell you that, Mrs. Lady?”

Silence plagued the room before Monique answered. “No, I don’t think I’d get an honest answer from you, but in case you were behind it, I came here to see if there was anything I could do to put an end to all of this madness. My husband is a well-respected man and I don’t know anyone else in this city other than you that has it out for him and hates him so much.” She began to sob.