IT WAS ALL A DREAM (1) (7 page)

             
“Baby, please don’t leave me lost again,” she said giving him a long passionate kiss.

             
Once they separated, K reached in his pocket and pulled out the $taxxx of bills he had taken with him to the club. K removed the rubber band and opened it to the middle. He removed five big faces and handed her the rest.

             
“That’s just in case
sumn
happens to me,” he stated sincerely.

             
“Just hurry up. I’m gonna take a shower and I’ll be here waiting for you,” she said taking the wad of cash.

             
She understood the message in the gesture; implying that he would take every precaution to make sure she was OK as long as she was willing to put faith back in him. The truth was, K was a good dude with resentments against a chosen few and attempting to reclaim the woman that he felt was his. He felt like niggahs he made sure ate, were dead wrong to shit on him. This changed his perception of the two terminologies love and friend. Now they owed him and he would get what was due. As K hopped into the rental to go cop the trees, he
remembered the words his man 40 ounce Rich had told him about Mattie and that Haitian dude Dutty.

             
“Yeah she was up in the BLACK HERITAGE CLUB drunk as shit and went in the bathroom with Dutty. They were in there for about a half hour. Niggahs kept bangin on the door and shit but
it
was locked. You already know what was up,” 40 had said.

             
It was just another one of those life lessons that K would learn the hard way. You don’t ask questions that you really don’t want the answers to.

             
“So what happened when they came out the bathroom?” K asked.

             
“They both came out laughing and left together,” said 40 confirming K’s worst conclusion. The imagination is a unique and sometimes vicious animal, and mixed with an emotional visual can plant a seed that roots and meshes with your soul. As K drove the rental he did battle with conflicting emotions.

At a time when most where asleep, Supthin Blvd was alive and poppin with late n
ight activity.
In an
area
as
heavily burdened with crime as this part of Queens, you would think that there would be at the very minimum some police presence. K pulled up on the strip and parked behind two brand new S 550 Mercedes Benz sedans. One was money green. The other was fish scale white. From the looks of things, the weed biz wasn’t doing too badly. K went in and copped four bags and a box of
dutchess
. While exiting the store he heard the distinct sound of gunfire off in the distance a few blocks away. Another life probably ended. More than likely over what many labeled the root of all evil. Sliding into the rental and pulling away from the curb, K wistfully pondered what an uncertain future held for him.

                                              Chapter 6

             
After K left the hotel room Mattie rushed over and picked up the hotel phone and dialed her sister Reebie. When Mattie heard the call go to the answering machine she was going to hang up but decided to leave a message.

             
“Hi Reebie… man I fucked up big this time… I really need to talk to you. I’m at a hotel in Queens with Kevin. Call me at this number as soon as you get this message. 718-“

             
“Hey, hold up girl… with Kevin? What happened I thought you were done fucking with him?”
Stated Reebie.
The joking sarcasm was clear in her voice.

             
“Not now bitch, I’m really going through something, “said Mattie making it clear that she wasn’t up for Reebie clowning her for going back on her word. They talked for the next ten minutes and Mattie filled Reebie in on all the events that happened, from her losing her I.D.; all the way up to Blass shooting up the club. Reebie had gone to middle school and high school with Pook and Blass so she already knew that they were loose cannons.

             
“So what you going to do,” Reebie inquired worried about her big sister.

             
“I’m just gonna play it by ear and see how it plays out. You know I love this niggah but a bitch aint trying to be hurt no more for real.”

             
“Well do you want to meet me somewhere so I can bring you some clothes?”

             
“I’ll call you in the morning and let you know something more definite. I really need to know if and when the police come looking for me. So answer the dam phone! If you wasn’t giving pussy away and turning them niggas out like that, you wouldn’t have to screen all your calls, “said Mattie.

             
“I’m a
dickaholic
! I need counseling!” said Reebie half joking-half serious.

             
“You are terrible hoe, but I love you. I’ll call you tomorrow “said Mattie and ended the conversation.

             
Mattie rose from the bed, went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. She smiled reminiscing back to the times when she would take long hot passion filled showers with K and how happy she
felt whenever they were together. She caught her reflection in the mirror and had to admit that she hadn’t smiled that genuine smile in a long time. Fuck it she thought you only live once. She thought of all the twists and turns life had taken her through at such a young age. Life was the sum total of the experiences that one goes through up until the present. She really wanted to be happy but the main thought that controlled her subconscious was do I deserve to be happy? This subliminal was deeply rooted in the misplaced humiliation of the sexual abuse that she had been subjected to as a young girl.

             
Still it was good to see that smile again. She decided to make the best of the circumstances. After removing the little bit of clothing she was wearing, Mattie stepped into the steamy shower. She stood under the hot water and let stream relax her. Ten minutes later she was lying on the bed with a towel wrapped around her watching television.

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By the time K had pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, he had run through all the possible scenarios that could result in attempting to rebuild their relationship. At the very worst he figured they would go on with their separate lives. But in the best case, if he could get past his feelings of betrayal, it would be the reuniting of Bonnie and Clyde. Once he finally reached the hotel room door he realized that who he had constantly reflected upon and dreamed about being with during his incarceration was about to be reality. The fact that they were both freaks in the bedroom, only enhanced the reality that there wasn’t any fantasy that Mattie hadn’t been willing to fulfill for her man.

When he opened the hotel room door he saw Mattie lying on the bed in the dark, with the exception of the light from the TV. It wasn’t one of those super cheap fuck motels that NY had many of, but it wasn’t the Waldorf Astoria either. Once he pulled the trees out and sat them on
the desk with
the blunts
, he turned around and noticed that Mattie was fighting to stay awake. He definitely wanted to get some of what he’d been missing, but he really wasn’t trying to rock like that.

“You look real tired ma.”

“No really, I’m cool,’ she said making a weak attempt to keep her eyes open.

K kicked off his
Tims
, removed his shirt, and lay beside Mattie.

“Come here
,“
he stated offering his bare chest as her pillow.

She immediately made her way to her familiar resting place. As she snuggled against K’s large frame, he instinctively began running his fingers through her long thick hair, massaging her scalp.

“Dam niggah, I’ve missed you so much,
“ stated
a quickly fading to sleep Mattie.

             
“I missed you too baby,
“ he
said softly kissing her forehead as she fell asleep. “ I missed you too.”

                                                  Chapter 7

             
Two weeks passed by quickly. K was beginning to bubble his clientele and workload at a pace that he never would have predicted. He felt that it wasn’t really a good idea to lay up in a spot with Mattie and all his work at Jeff and Marcy’s house. He found a one bedroom in a nice secluded area in Wheatley Heights and moved Mattie in with him.
That had been a week earlier.  Now as he stood in front of James Barber Shop talking to his boy Darkside, they watched as a white Volvo with Pennsylvania tags pulled into the Jamaican food takeout joint across the street.

             
“Oh shit, I know that aint
that niggah skulls
, “Dante said to K.

             
“Yeah that’s that funny lookin
muhfuckah
,”K responded.

             
Dante was a wild young stick- up kid that K watched grow up and terrorize the town with his crew as a juvenile.  Darkside had just come home from an up north New York State prison two days earlier.

“What up my niggahs? Like my new whip? “Skulls asked.

K and Dante knew he was fronting his ass off.