Kelvin Jackson - It Was All A Dream

“Mattie it’s me! Please open the door!” she heard a voice scream on the other side of the door.

Instinctively Mattie went and stuck her hand in the couch where they kept the home security system known as The Ripper! The Ripper was a long barrel chrome.357 magnum. Mattie’s little hands could barely fit around the rubber grip and reach the trigger, but she had been trained to go by past life experiences. She made her way to the front door of the apartment as the banging continued with the heavyweight of the chrome cannon leaning her to one side. She looked through the peephole and saw her sister Reebie standing there with a black eye and busted lip. In shock and disbelief she yanked the apartment door open.

“Who did this to you,” screamed Mattie, broken by the condition of her sister.

“That Crazy ass niggah Jeffery! He hit me like I was a fuckin man,” she cried.

Mattie wrapped her arms around her little sister and pulled her inside the apartment. All of the head games and playing dudes for their cash, making them believe that they were the only one, had finally run its course and caught up with Reebie in the worst way. As Mattie got ice and peroxide and proceeded to nurse her sister’s mental and physical wounds, Reebie explained who Jeffery was. He was a 6 foot 6 inch linebacker for a semi-pro football team that she had recently started dating. Mattie could vaguely recall the name and description sounding familiar, but Reebie was fucking with so many niggahs that Mattie couldn’t recall who was who.

“This crazy muthafucka actually came to my job and was watching me. He had to be waiting for a while because when Gerald dropped me back off by my car after lunch, Jeffery popped up from between two cars and started yelling at me. Before I could respond he attacked me!” said Reebie.

“Nobody tried to help you? Did you call the police?”

“I was parked at the far end of the parking lot, away from the building. He told me that it wasn’t over and if I called the police that he would kill me. Mattie I’m scared!”

Mattie wanted to track this Jeffery dude down and formally introduce him to the ripper. She could clearly see that her sister was terrified. Since the incident at the club with Raven and she had moved into the apartment with K, the closeness that they had established during his incarceration had slowly started to slip away. Mattie’s attention was diverted away from her sister when she heard the key spring the lock on the apartment door. K entered and headed straight to the bedroom talking on his cell phone. He didn’t even notice the condition of Reebie.

“Yo calm down and tell me what happened,” K said to the voice on the other end of the phone.

“They raided the house and locked up Lonnie,“ said a panicky Gwen into K’s ear.

This was bad news and he immediately thought of Mya and Moesha, Lonnie’s little girls. It was still early afternoon and K hoped that the girls were at the Day Camp that they attended. His temporary concern was soon replaced with thoughts of the 6G’s that he was supposed to pick-up this morning.

“Is it safe to talk Queen? Where you at?

“I’m at my sister’s house on Mount Avenue with the girls. They didn’t find the money but they locked up my Lonnie,” she stated and began to cry.

“What’s the address? I’m gonna come and get you so we can work on getting him out.”

She gave him the address and he gave her assurances that everything would work out ok. As K exited the bedroom, he noticed Reebie sitting on the couch with her grill fucked up.

“Dam shorty, what the fuck happened to you?” K asked.

Reebie never looked up, obviously embarrassed. Reebie and K had a love hate relationship. He held resentments and secretly blamed Reebie for some of the actions that Mattie had taken in the past and while he was locked up. He felt her sister was a bad influence on her even though whatever Mattie chose to do was entirely her own decision. But, he also had madd love for Reebie because she was a really goodhearted person. It was just that she was confused about many things in life. One of those things being relationships with men. K felt sorry for her and went over and sat beside Reebie and Mattie on the couch.

“What happened lil sis?” he inquired concerned.

Mattie explained the situation because Reebie had laid her head on his shoulder and began to cry.

“So where this niggah at? All I gotta do is call my dudes and we can handle it.”

“No K. Please don’t get involved in my mess. I created this situation and I’ll resolve it,” said Reebie.

“So there’s nothing I can do? You already know Pook got a crush on you All I gotta do is say the word.”

Reebie remembered how Pook was something like her bodyguard in school.

“Do you mind if I borrow your couch for a couple of nights. I’m kinda scared to be at my place alone. Plus I really don’t want anyone to see me like this,” said Reebie.

That was unexpected. Realizing that he had put his foot in his mouth and committed, there was no backing out now. He wanted to ask for how long but changed his mind. He locked eyes with Mattie and they were pleading with his to say yes.

“Yeah you good. You just gotta wash yo feet. I don’t want it smellin like corn chips up in my joint,” he said jokingly in an attempt to bring some humor to a tense situation.

They all laughed. K soon remembered that he had to go meet Gwen.

“I got some business to tend to but when I get back we can shoot over to your spot and grab you some clothes.”

Mattie walked K to the door.

“Thank you. I really appreciate what you just did, “said Mattie before they kissed and then he was out.

When it rains it pours, K thought as he shot pool in the local bar on the strip. He had bailed Lonnie out for $2500, but his crib was on shutdown. For the past two days Rat and Fat had been parked on the corner of Lonnie’s block in their patrol car. Lonnie had only had a slow quiet little hustle until K started hitting him off with the slabs that made the traffic run crazy. Gwen was scared and rightfully so, because they had trashed her house. The worst part of the whole situation was how they had drilled Lonnie with questions about K. But, Lonnie was a soldier, and stood strong.

“Somebody been doing some serious talking,” Lonnie had told K on the day he bailed him out.

K had decided to throwback a couple of shots and shoots a couple games of eight-ball. His problems were beginning to $tack on top of each other and he needed to revise his game plan. Last night he had went by Norma’s house to pick up his money and when he pulled up there was an ambulance and two police cars in the driveway. His first thought was that it was a robbery gone wrong. He figured it was only a matter of time before the stick-up kids would try their hand.

Naturally he didn’t feel that it was in his best interest to stop, so he sent a fiend that was up the street to be nosy. He waited up the block until the fiend returned, impatiently fearing the worst.

“They said Norma Od’d on heroin. She aint dead yet but it’s not looking good,” the fiend said as he returned with an update.

K only had 2G’s tied up in the spot because the goldmine had slowly begun to fall off. He knew Norma was a heroin addict, but when she had started to work for him it wasn’t a problem. But the more money, she made the heavier her habit become. It had gotten to the point where she was too fucked-up nodding out to handle business.

So now two of his main spots were pretty much shut down, and the boys in blue were inquiring about his business.

“Twelve ball, two rails, cross corner,” he stated as he sank the shot like he could have done it with his eye’s close.