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  MILL

  I never imagined teaching would be this difficult, but it was. The second grade children were hard to teach because their main focus was on everything but learning. It was so discouraging because they lacked the drive to succeed, but how could they when they weren’t taught these values at home?

  Everyone preached about how teaching in the suburbs was so much easier because the kids were raised differently which was true, but how can you feel accomplished by anything that you didn’t put any work into? You didn't grow from comfort zones, and I certainly wasn’t teaching for the money more rural areas had to offer.

  I wanted to make a difference in the city I grew up in even if I changed one child’s outlook on life. There were times I wanted to walk out of the class because half of them weren’t paying attention or answering back, but then I looked at the eager faces that actually wanted to learn and stood my ground.

  Today was one of those days I stayed strong, and I was so happy I had the weekend to get my mind right. Outside of the classroom so much have changed drastically since Asahd’s Aunt was shot.

  Asahd made it clear I wasn’t going to be by myself, so Keira and I ended our lease, and we moved in with Asahd and Zayne. We were kind of distant even though we were living together because he spent most of his time out of the house doing whatever with his brothers. It had me worried. So it was like all around the clock I was stressed. To make matters worse, I haven’t spoken to my parents either.

  Getting inside my car, my phone rung as soon as I shut the door behind me.

  “Yes, Asahd.”

  “Didn’t I tell you to call me before you left the school?”

  I pulled the phone from my ear to make sure I was on the phone with him and not my father and even still, he wouldn’t have spoken to me like that.

  “I had a long behind day, I forgot. Please forgive me but what difference would it have made?”

  “You know what’s going on.”

  “I’m very aware and trust me I’m not happy about this shit at all,” I spat and quickly regretted my choice of words. It came out as if I was blaming him for everything. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

  “Whatever.”

  “I’m serious, Asahd! I had a rough ass day, and you get on my line barking orders out to me as if I’m a child rather than your equal. You didn’t even bother asking me how I was feeling or how my day went.”

  “I’m only trying to protect you. I can’t be around you 24/7 now, and I’m up at the hospital if I’m not working. I only ask that you bear with me for the time being.”

  “I am,” I replied starting my car and pulling out of the parking lot.

  “How was your day?” he asked.

  “Stressful. But it really doesn’t matter? Is there any good news about your aunt?”

  Asahd sighed, and I pictured him running his hand down his face. “Nah… nothing has changed. I guess that's good right?”

  “I hope so,” I responded.

  “You don’t have nothing to do tomorrow, right? I’m all yours tomorrow. We can go somewhere and get our mind off the shit that’s been going on.”

  I finally had a smile on my face. “That will be nice, but Netflix and chill would be just fine,” I said making my next turn.

  That’s when I noticed a car trailing right behind me. It was the same black truck that was behind me since I left the school, and I thought I was tripping, but they were close.

  “How did you get security to come to me that fast?”

  “What you talking about? I didn’t.”

  I looked through the rear view mirror and saw the black truck still behind me. I switched lanes, and they did the same as well.

  “What are you talking about?” Asahd asked pulling me from my thoughts.

  “I think this car is following me.”

  “What car?!”

  “I don’t know!” I shouted feeling uneasy. Maybe I should’ve remembered to let him know when I was ready to leave the school so I could have security protection.

  When I pulled up to the red light, the truck quickly cut a car to pull up beside me. The moment I saw the dark, tinted window roll down and the barrel of a gun sticking out. I ducked down, and all I heard was glass shattering.

  My phone dropped out of my hand, and Asahd was shouting my name so loud I could hear him yelling as the bullets ripped through the air. The only thing I prayed was that I made it out alive.

  The moment I felt the pain scorching through my shoulder I thought for a second God didn’t hear my words. As soon as the fire of bullets started, it stopped, and I heard car tires pulling off and the sounds of people voices as I bared my teeth down and struggled to move. It felt like my whole body was on fire.

  “Ma’am are you ok?” a stranger asked.

  I remember trying to turn my head to look his way, but it felt like there were cinder blocks wrapped around it. My heart was pounding in my chest and the harder I tried to keep my eyes open they were mere slits as I tried to fight through the pain. I remembered hearing a bunch of voices and sirens in the background before I gave in.

  ***

  “Oh my God! My baby!” I heard my mother’s voice as I came to and focused in on her wet tear-stained face.

  My eyebrows snapped together because it's been a few weeks since I’ve seen her, yet here her and my father were standing over me as I laid in a hospital bed.

  Placing my hands at the side of my waist, I attempted to scoot up in an upright position until I winced from the shooting pain in my arm.

  “Ouch!” I whined touching my bandaged shoulder.

  My mother rushed over to me and rubbed my hair.

  “Take it easy, Milly.” She helped me sit upright in the bed comfortably. “What happened?”

  “I was driving and then-“

  “You got caught up in that drug dealer boyfriend problems. Ain’t that it?”

  “Dad,” I sighed. “I don’t know what happened. I was on my way home, and someone shot at me.”

  “How many times have you been shot at? You don’t think it’s a coincidence that all this is happening now? Come on, Camille you are smarter than this. Your mother and I didn’t raise you to be around this shit!”

  He had a point, I’ve never seen a gun up close and personal before so to have one pointed my way and fired at was scary. However, I knew for a fact Asahd didn’t intentionally put me in a predicament.

  “It’s not like that,” I defended him

  “Then what the fuck is it?” he belted out shooting daggers my way.

  Before I got a chance to respond the door opened and my heart dropped to my stomach because I knew none of this was going to go well. Asahd walked in with Zayne and
Keira right behind him and if looks could kill my father would’ve died the minute his eyes landed on Asahd.

  Lord!

  “What mess you got my fucking daughter in you, punk!”

  “Dad, stop!” I screamed when I saw him lunge towards Asahd. Luckily for him, Zayne grabbed Asahd before he was able to get his fist up and my mom got ahold of my father. It was a hot ass mess, and I wouldn’t know how I would feel if my boyfriend would have knocked my damn father out.

  “This can’t be happening,” Keira said standing next to me shaking her head.

  “Ol’ head, I advise you to calm down. You can be upset and shit but you not gonna put ya hands on my brother. Y’all either gonna talk like men or not talk at all,” Zayne said with finality, and my dad came to his senses because there was no way he’d stand a chance against one of them but both of them could easily ball him up.

  “Are you a father?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  “So how would you feel knowing your daughter is in a hospital bed because of some mess her boyfriend is in.”

  “I definitely wouldn’t be pointing fingers if he was the man she chose to be with. Some things are inevitable, and I’m sure my brother wasn’t trying to put her in harm's way. Shit happens, and we don’t know for sure if this is even linked to us.”

  My father belted out a sarcastic laugh. “Keep telling yourself that shit. You wouldn’t care if your daughter is with a drug dealer because you’re one too!”

  “Pop, chill,” Keira pleaded with him, and my mom got in front of his view and placed her hands on his shoulders.

  “Honey, this is not how we’re going to handle this. We need to focus on Camille getting better. We can’t change anything that happened now.”

  Asahd snatched away from his brother and approached me. I lifted my hand to his face and felt his energy drop as I caressed his face. He leaned over and pressed his lips to my forehead and continued to stare at me with his eyes full of worry.

  “You good?”

  “A little pain, but it could’ve been worse.”

  “Are we gonna talk about this?” my father asked in a perturbed tone of voice.

  I sighed and dropped my head back only wanting a little peace that my dad, sure enough, wasn’t going to give me. Luckily for me, the nurse and doctor returned to speak to me and give me my discharge paperwork. I was grateful for the interruption. After they informed me a bullet grazed my shoulder, and explained my aftercare I was free to go.

  The entire time I got dressed my dad kept grumbling under his breath, and I kept lowly begging Asahd to keep his cool.

  After emerging from the bathroom fully dressed my father summoned me to leave out with him and my mother and I was hella confused.

  “Let’s go,” he said standing by the door.

  “Dad, I’m going home. I need to get some rest.”

  “Where’s this place you call home? Because last time I checked you aren’t in the North anymore.”

  “I will explain everything. Can you please give me some time to relax and get my head together? I was just shot at and you're stressing me.”

  “Oh! Now you realize you were shot at?” he sarcastically spat.

  He stormed out of the hospital room with my mother right behind him. Asahd got my belongings, and we went down to the front where he and Zayne got their cars from Valet.

  “Your dad is on one. I definitely haven’t seen him act like that before,” Keira told me as we waited for the drivers to arrive.

  “I knew I wasn’t the only one that thought that.”

  “It’s the drugs,” she said half-jokingly.

  “Don’t remind me.”

  When the valet returned with the car. I quickly got in the passenger seat because it was cold and I couldn’t put my coat on.

  Again, that awkward feeling fell between us. We stopped at Rite Aid to get my prescription filled and then we went back to his house. Asahd didn’t come up the stairs, so I only assumed he was pissed and more than likely smoking.

  I got myself undressed as best as I could and got inside of the shower to cleanse my body. This was the second time my father and Asahd were about to get into it, and I wasn’t sure how to handle the whole ordeal.

  By the time I stepped out of the shower Asahd was in the bathroom holding a towel in his hands. I allowed him to dry me off and led me to the bedroom where he lotioned my body with coconut butter and slipped me into one of his white t-shirts.

  “I’m sorry,” he mumbled as I laid with my back towards his chest as we sat in the dark, quiet room. I was slowly drifting into a much-needed sleep until I heard his voice.

  “It’s not your fault.”

  “It is. It’s my job to protect you.”

  “And you do. You’re one person, you can’t be everywhere I am. I should’ve listened to you when you told me to call you so security can be with me. It’s partly my fault.”

  “I wouldn’t put the blame on you.”

  “Well, who else? I’m not going to beat you down when my father is already giving you a hard way to go.”

  I peered at him and strained my eyes to see him in the darkness.

  “I understand to an extent. You’re his daughter… his only daughter. I respect it, but he also gotta respect me as well. Regardless if I sell coke, crack, weed or run the streets, I demand that shit.”

  “I think he’s embarrassed. I haven’t spoken to him and my mother for weeks. I don’t even know who called them.”

  “Everyone has their vices. My mom smoked crack too. She ain’t give a fuck about who knew and who she was hurting in the process. If ya mom and pop is ashamed, then they need to get off that shit.”

  “You never told me about your mom.”

  “I don’t speak about her,” he responded.

  He got quiet, and I sensed that was a sign he wasn’t going to have that discussion with me until his deep voice broke the silence between us again.

  “She forced all of us to grow up before it was our time to be men. I was the youngest, so I was often left behind while Zayne and Johan went to go get money so we could get something to put in our stomachs before bed. During the school year, it wasn’t too bad because we had food to eat at school but the summer was the hardest for us because now instead of covering for one meal we had to scramble to get three. Bills were never paid. We were sneaking out of Johan’s girlfriend's houses to wash our ass. I knew struggle before I even knew how to spell my name,” he said.

  “Our apartment was like a revolving door. Men came in and out all times of the day and night. It was a one bedroom apartment, and we all slept on the raggedy couches, Johan on one and me and Zayne shared another. Once they realized that I shouldn’t stay with our mom, I was on the block with them and the older guys hustling until we made just enough to get us by for a few days. One day I woke up before my brothers and I found her dead.”

  His story brought tears to my eyes because I couldn’t imagine living the life he did. My life wasn’t perfect at all, but it made me realized it could’ve been worse. What can I say after hearing that story? There were no words that can erase what he experienced in the past. What it did do was help me understand him and his brothers more.

  Instead of talking I carefully adjusted my body against his lying chest to chest, and we held each other allowing the beating of our hearts to say what our mouths couldn’t really speak.

  ASAHD

  Camille was balled up in the middle of the bed with the covers wrapped tightly around her. I stood at the end of the bed asking myself how did I deserve a woman like her. She wasn’t nothing like the hood chicks that were eager for the five minutes of fame that came with being with a Moseley even if that meant getting dicked down in the middle of a club.

  She was kind, she was genuine, compassionate, gentle, beautiful and hardworking. Everything I didn’t think I needed until now. All them talks Unc was beating into our brains started to make a lot of sense now. Camille was my peace and today someone tried to send a m
essage by snatching that away from me. There was no way I could rest knowing that a piece of me could so easily be taken away.

  Snapping out of my thoughts I moved over to the bed and leaned over and pressed my lips against her cheek taking in the subtle sweet, nutty scent of the lotion I massaged into her body. She smiled and whispered my name even though she was dead to the world.

  As bad as I wanted to take my clothes back off and climb into bed with her, I forced myself to back away and grab my keys and phone off my dresser and left out of the house. I secured the alarm and checked in on the security team to let them know I was out.

  I put the word out at the traps in West not to serve neither of Camille’s parents. From what I heard they owed a lot of money which is why his shop he told her he sold was being held by a few young niggas he owed. I don’t know how he thought he could pay the thousands of dollars he owed with no income but I guess when that monkey was on your back you ain’t think twice about shit.

  Just off the strength of Camille, I cleared his debt, but I also wanted to have a word with his ass too. The nigga was in his feelings and regardless of what he had going on he needed to find out I wasn’t the one to be fucked with.

  I got to the trap in about 30 minutes, and I wasn’t surprised to find out he was there begging to add on to what he already owed. When I stepped through the door, his voice was the first I heard.

  “Come on now, man, let me go home to my wife,” he complained.

  His eyes grew wide and then his eyebrows dipped downward expressing his displeasure in seeing me.

  My youngin’s dapped me up, and I ordered all of them to leave. Her pop thought he could leave too but I pushed him back, and he stumbled back not showing all that heart he had in the hospital room.

  “We gotta talk.”

  “Ain’t nothing for us to talk about,” he spat trying to walk past me again, but I crossed my arms over my chest and mugged him letting him know I wasn’t asking.

  “I’m trying to be the bigger person because I know how much ya daughter care about you. But you slowly taking me there and making me forget who the fuck you are.”