Ghetto Girls 3. Anthony Whyte

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      The driver peered from smoked window and mumbled something inaudible. He saw the clamor in front of the building but quickly dismissed it.

      “Nah, sump’n definitely up,” the guard said.

      “I’m saying ya always see niggas running,” the driver quipped. “Most o’ them don’t even know why they running. They just run to be running. Like my man, Cedric the Entertainer sez, ‘don’t take much to set black folks off running.’ Niggas think they hear sump’n strange they ain’t turning around to find out what happened? They be like ‘see ya.’” The driver chuckled. A few more people darted from the building as if it was on fire.

      “Sump’n ain’t right. Deedee went up in that building, and as far as I know, she’s still up there. We getting paid to make sure nothing goes wrong with her. Matter fact, it was her Uncle who said ‘Make sure no harm comes to not even a strand of her hair.’ I’m a go take a look, ahight.” He checked his weapon and exited the vehicle.

      “I ain’t mad. I’ll be right here. Hit me if there’s problems.” The driver held his cell phone high.

      The bodyguard walked away from the vehicle and headed to the entrance of the building.

      “What’s going on up in there?” He asked pointing to the building where a couple of teens were pitching.

      “A bunch a bitches up on the third floor arguing ‘bout some man or sump’n, you know the usual. But big man, big man check this out we got dat, ya heard?” Before he could turn toward the door, he overheard a conversation. “Man, you know that bitch straight up lesbian, man. That bitch ain’t fighting over no man that bitch fighting over some other bitch.”

      “Ah, there you go again hatin’ cuz the bitch ain’t givin’ you none, petty ass nigga.”

      “I ain’t bout it like that, cuz I got mines.”

      “Man, leave me alone. I got what you need right here.”

      The burly bodyguard walked away leaving the two teens still pitching.

      “Fighting?” He repeated perplexed, then gathered speed only to bump into another teen on his way out the building. Walking fast and breathing hard the bodyguard attempted to engage him.

      “Hey yo, hey yo, yeah you, what’s going on up in the building?”

      The teen paused shrugged her shoulders before saying: “I don’t know man,” she said out of breath.

      “These girls were scrapping on the third floor and one o’ them pulled out a hammer and let off,” another person volunteered as she quickly moved past the bodyguard.

      When the beefy security reached the third floor, he heard a chilling scream over his heavy breathing.

      “Someone please call 911!” Coco cried for help. The guard hurriedly sought Deedee and grabbed her by the arm.

      “Are you okay?” He asked with urgency.

      “Yes, yes I’m fine,” Deedee said as her fingers frantically worked her cell phone. “We have an emergency. What’s the name of these houses?” Deedee asked repositioning herself trying to get better transmission.

      “Ah… Malcolm X,” someone shouted.

      “Ah… I’m not sure. I can’t hear you… I don’t have good reception. An older lady might be dead…”

      Coco grabbed the phone, “We need an ambulance right away, someone fired a gun and a lady is down… I don’t know? Just send the ambulance right away thank you. It’s the corner of one-tenth and Lenox, hurry.” Coco hurried back to where Miss Katie’s body laid. “The ambulance will be here soon, Miss Katie. Please hold on it won’t be long now. Please hold on.” Coco held her hand pleading, tears streaming.

      “Coco, maybe we should move her inside, I’ll ask the bodyguard to help carry her…”

      “You think she’s dead, Dee?”

      “I don’t know Coco. She’s not moving. Is she breathing or anything…?”

      “I can hardly tell. Miss Katie, Miss Katie, Miss Katie…” Coco cowered as she wailed over Miss Katie’s body. “Damn, why?”

      Deedee tried to hug Coco but the bodyguard came and pulled her away.

      “We gotta go. The ambulance is on its way. I think she can handle it from here,” he said.

      “Let me go.” Deedee ordered. “I have to stick around. Coco is going to need me. After these two ah…bimbos on the elevator jumped us and when the police come I’ll have to…”

      “It’s all good, Dee. It wasn’t your beef to begin with. Kim and I have been going at it for a minute now.”

      “What about the other girl with her? She shot at us.”

      “Dee, I appreciate it and all, but you don’t have to get involved any further. I told you, this bullshit been going on between them two and me, ever since that nigga, Deja’s been murk.”

      “Deja?”

      “Call me I’ll tell you later.” The girls hugged and Coco sat next to Miss Katie’s body.

      On the street, Deedee stepped into the parked Range Rover and watched as the police led the way into the building with firefighters and the EMTs in the rear.

       TWO

      Coco winced from the pain that she felt in her chest. The slow moving emergency teams, toying around with their equipment, appearing unsure, was too annoying.

      “Please yo, yo please what’re y’all doing bout her yo?” Coco asked feeling a sharp pain searing her stomach. She folded her arms and watched the police fan out, sniffing for a lead. The paramedics looked dumbfounded.

      “For real for real, y’all gotta start doing’ sump’n, Miss Katie could die, yo. C’mon, already, yo,” Coco said, watching the paramedics stare at each other then at her. “What da fuck, am I the only one around here who understands English? There’s an old lady laid out on the floor and y’all need to get busy and do sump’n. Do y’all jobs and stop looking at the hood rats!”

      “Young lady, please get back in your apartment and watch yourself, you don’t want to see the inside of a cell tonight,” an approaching officer said.

      “I don’t care. Tell humpty and his corny ass pal, dumpy in those damn paramedics uniforms to start acting like they came here to save lives not grab ass. All they be doing since they got up in here is staring at every bitches’ ass, when they should be doing sump’n to save this lady.”

      “Okay, okay, but please calm yourself. Turn it down a notch. We must make sure the area is safe. The medics must feel secure before anything else happens. Now you wouldn’t want either of these medics to be ah, shot while doing their job, saving a life, right?” The officer sarcastically asked СКАЧАТЬ