Also by Calvin Slater
Lovers & Haters
Published by Dafina Books
Hold Me Down
Calvin Slater
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Table of Contents
Also by Calvin Slater
Title Page
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Prologue - THE VISIT
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A READING GROUP GUIDE
Discussion Questions
PLEASE DON’T KILL MY VIBE
Teaser chapter
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Copyright Page
This book is for Mary Slater and Jermaine Slater, Jr.
Acknowledgments
First, I would like to start out by thanking my Lord and Savior. It’s because of Him that I am able to give you my best!
Mercedes Fernandez—I have to thank you! Thank you for believing in me at a time when I was ready to throw in the towel. You are a consummate professional, and the very best at what you do!
Claudia, you are the absolute best at making things happen behind the scenes!
To my family—my beautiful sister Gloria, my brother Wayne, and baby brother Jermain . . . y’all are the best siblings a brotha can have!
To Roger Jones—thanks for always being there!
Dwayne Patton, thank you for being so genuine! The talk you gave lifted my spirit more than you know. I love you, brah.
I’d like to thank all of my readers and supporters! Without you, there wouldn’t be a Coleman High series. I hope you guys are enjoying the stories!
Oh, I’d be in serious trouble if I left out my auntie Eddie Mae Hicks, and best friend Ms. Ola Mae Watts! I love you both!
Prologue
THE VISIT
SATURDAY, JULY 26
7:00 A.M.
On the bus ride to MacSalle State Prison, Xavier’s first impression was that the place looked like a huge automotive plant surrounded by razor wire. The prison towers were occupied by armed guards, a stark reminder of what kind of place he was visiting. Sickness came on immediately. He started feeling queasy and his blood was running cold. These had to have been the same feelings experienced by those unruly teenagers in the Beyond Scared Straight television series, nervously anticipating the conditions waiting on them inside the prison gates. But he wasn’t here to be scared out of his wits. Even though the place was immensely intimidating, Xavier had come here to see his father.
The only thing on his mind as he stepped off the bus was that he hadn’t laid eyes on his old man since he was six. The fact was that he couldn’t remember his father’s face. In a few moments Xavier would be sitting in front of a man he didn’t even know. But first he had to go through security. Xavier walked along with other visitors through the front door and checked in with a fat, bald, white deputy at the desk.
Xavier took his time filling out the paperwork. His stomach felt as though he was going over the first huge drop of a roller coaster. The butterflies were flying. He was nervous, jittery. Not knowing what to say or how the conversation would go was adding to the anxiety building up inside of his body.
Billy had wanted to drive him to the prison, but Xavier told his mentor that this was something he had to do alone. Since his mother went to jail, Billy had been assigned as temporary guardian of Xavier and his little brother Alfonso. Both boys were now living at Billy’s house until a more permanent situation became available. Alfonso, had wanted to come but he stayed behind with a head cold. How things went with this visit would determine whether Alfonso could come on the next trip. Xavier wanted to see where Noah’s head was before reuniting the boy with his father.
He looked around the waiting area. So many sad faces. It made him glad that he’d made the decision to stop running with Zulu last school year. All he’d wanted was some loot so he could get Samantha Fox, the hottest girl in the school to look his way. It was all good when Xavier was just boosting cars for Slick Eddie, but when Slick Eddie got his homie, Romello Anderson, to push drugs inside Coleman High, Xavier knew he had to leave Zulu behind. He could’ve very well ended up in a place like this if he had continued on that path. His short stay in the Quentin Juvenile Correctional Facility a month ago had been enough for him. The little room with the open toilet was way too degrading.
He finished up the visitor forms and took them up to the deputy at the desk. The correctional officer collected the forms and took Xavier’s school ID. He was then given a key to one of the lockers over by the vending machines and water fountain. The locker was for his personal items. Cell phones, wallets, belts, purses—none of these were allowed in the visitation room. Paper currency was prohibited, so visitors were only allowed to exchange dollars for coins at a few change machines—up to twenty-five dollars’ worth.
Xavier collected his coins and went back to sit down. Kids were everywhere. No doubt anxious to see their loved ones. He would’ve been the same way if his mother hadn’t been so caught up in her selfishness that she never took him to visit his father. So many years he’d missed, not really knowing the truth about his dad. His mom, Ne Ne, was now in jail and serving a three-year prison sentence for attempted kidnapping because before he stopped running with Zulu, he did get cash—enough to catch Samantha’s eye. But after a disastrous dinner involving his mother, her boyfriend, Nathaniel, and Samantha’s parents, Ne Ne got a crazy plan to go after Samantha and make her life a nightmare. But Ne Ne and Nate took their plan too far at a school dance when they tried to kidnap her. The cops were called, and the rest is history. Ne Ne testified that Nate had been the one stalking Samantha and was the one responsible for the tons of prank calls Samantha had received. He was sentenced to eight years. Xavier wasn’t trying to be cruel, but the two idiots should’ve gotten more. They’d put Samantha and her family through so much unnecessary stress that it was ridiculous. The trial had played out like a circus, with Ne Ne passing out as the judge handed out the sentence.
After the trial, Mr. Fox, Samantha’s dad, had also gone nuclear and warned Xavier that he’d put him behind bars if he ever went near Samantha again. His threat did nothing to stop true love. Only encouraged it. Every chance they had the two teens were on their cell phones texting back and forth.
After waiting thirty minutes, Xavier was called with the group to be searched. He walked through a metal detector, was patted down like a criminal, and had to take his shoes and socks off and wiggle his toes—that was the routine. His hand was stamped and he walked with the group behind another tree trunk of a correctional officer until they reached the visiting room. There was so much activity in this place that Xavier was hesitant to go in at first. People were everywhere, laughing, playing card games, and reading newspapers.
The bright orange and army-green jumpsuits made it easy to identify the prisoners in the room, but there was no way to begin to track down his father in the crowd. It had been so long since he’d seen his dad, he wasn’t sure if he’d recognize him. A light-skinned guy standing by a book rack was watching Xavier’s every movement. Could
it be him? But it wasn’t his dad because a woman and a small kid walked up to him. Probably the guy’s wife and child.
Xavier was about to go up to the chubby black guard sitting behind a desk, to inquire about his dad, when he felt a hand on the back of his left shoulder. He turned around and looked up into the face of a light-skinned, smiling giant. Xavier didn’t want to rush to judgment. So he waited on this dude to make a move first.
“All of these years I’ve been waiting to see you, son,” Noah Hunter said, smiling with tears welling up in his eyes. Before Xavier could respond he was grabbed up in an embrace. “Praise God Almighty that my son is here to see me. I have favor on this day and God’s love is so good.”
Xavier didn’t know what to say. Tears were in his eyes as he hugged his father back.
“My baby boy was too sick to get up here and see his old man, huh?” Noah said, releasing Xavier.
“Yup. The dude is wrestling with a summer cold. I told him about playing up a sweat outside in this hot July weather and then running back inside to get in front of the fan. The boy is hardheaded.”
Noah playfully rubbed Xavier’s head. “Look who’s talking. Before I got into this trouble, you were one of the most hardheaded little boys I’d ever seen.” Noah walked over to the book rack and retrieved a terribly worn Bible. “Follow me and let’s go grab a seat. We have some catching up to do.”
Xavier followed his dad, not believing the sheer size of the guy. Noah was six-foot-six, his shoulders looked like mountain ranges of muscle, and he could’ve easily weighed 230 pounds. Xavier was jealous because he hadn’t inherited his father’s height, but he did look like his old man, albeit a darker version; but it was all good.
They grabbed a table in the corner.
Noah said, “So tell me all about yourself, son.”
Xavier sifted through his life, highlighting achievements only. “Yup. I’m on the dean’s list at school. Held a 4.0 GPA up to this point. This coming school year I’ll be a junior.”
Then he thought to himself, Provided I’m not rubbed out for snitching out Slick Eddie and Romello. Xavier had to snitch on them once he found out they were pushing drugs at Coleman High. But even behind bars, Eddie was still powerful and he had that kind of influence to make folks go missing. Xavier wasn’t going there with his father. Didn’t know the man well enough to be dropping heavy knowledge on him.
“Great, son,” he said excitedly. “Your aunties all have their degrees. God is good. You’re smart just like my side of the family.”
Wow! Was that a diss directed at Ne Ne? Xavier wondered. It was funny because Xavier could remember Ne Ne telling him that he’d inherited intelligence from her side.
Noah went on to say, “I bet you Alfonso’s brilliant even though he’s special needs.”
“Yeah, the little knucklehead’s special all right. Can be a special pain in the butt.”
“How’s your mother?”
Xavier measured his response. Biologically Noah might’ve been his father but he was still an outsider to Xavier. Even though Ne Ne was the biggest moron inside of Detroit city limits and didn’t deserve any mercy, Xavier had no right to tell his father her business. Including that she’d tried to kidnap Samantha.
“Ne Ne . . . Ne Ne is good,” he lied.
Noah’s brow wrinkled. “Son, you call your mother by her first name?”
In trying not to air his mother’s dirty laundry, he’d accidentally run his mouth. Noah opened the Bible and flipped some pages. He stopped and quoted, “ ‘Honor your father and your mother . . .’ ”
Xavier was stuck, scratching his head. “We weren’t disrespecting her. That’s what she told us to call her. ’Cause she said calling her ‘mother’ made her sound old.”
“Jesus and Mother Mary,” Noah said as he closed the book and laid it on the table. “What has gotten into your mother? What else has she done that you’re not telling me?”
Xavier rubbed a hand across his head. He hated starting out with his father by lying. Ne Ne hadn’t been all that as a mother, but she still deserved some dignity.
“My Lord,” Noah prattled on. “I was gonna save this until you got ready to leave this evening. It was supposed to be a surprise, son. They’re letting your father out August first. And by the looks of it—thank You, Jehovah!—it’s right on time. Boys shouldn’t be without a dad or a spiritual leader. When I come home we’re gonna become a family united under Christ.” He picked up the Bible and held it out in plain view. “I know I made some mistakes in my life, but this right here is gonna make sure that I stand strong to shepherd you guys through this life.”
Xavier had a dazed look on his face. This man belonged in a church, preaching to a congregation. He’d heard about criminals going to prison and coming out holier than thou. Xavier just didn’t think his father would be one of those guys. Noah had left an incredible legacy behind in the game, too. Who would’ve imagined?
“Thank You, Jesus,” Noah praised. “You’ve been so good to me. And, son, when I come home I want to share God’s teachings with you and Alfonso. I want to offer you God’s salvation right now. Let’s close our eyes and pray.” His father took Xavier’s hand and started praying, loudly.
Xavier’s right eye was closed but he was peeping around out of his left. Folks sitting around that area looked so irritated by his father’s lack of consideration. Xavier was confused. He was partly embarrassed by the number of people who were rolling their eyes in their direction. Ne Ne had been selfish and let her greed land her into a bed of corruption. She wasn’t an ideal parent. She smoked marijuana, drank beer, and partied with her boyfriend, Nate, until they could hardly stand. Xavier was familiar with that lifestyle. But the squeaky clean one that his father was promising sounded more like something that was going to be the stuff of Wednesday night Bible study, Saturday morning choir rehearsals, and being forced into attending double services on Sunday. It wasn’t gonna fly with Xavier. He wasn’t cut out to be an altar boy. Couldn’t see himself holding bake sales to raise money for the church’s building fund. There was too much roughneck in him. Even though he was happy for his father, Xavier was now dreading the old man’s release date. Aside from worrying about Slick Eddie’s revenge, there was also a new worry on the horizon. Nobody was going to force him into doing anything he didn’t want to do. Not even his father. There was going be conflict between them. Xavier could just feel it.
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THURSDAY, AUGUST 28
5:30 A.M.
The alarm clock app went off on Xavier’s cell phone. It was the first day of school and Xavier was thanking God for it!
Right on cue his father yelled from somewhere in the house, “Praise God! Xavier, get up and wash yourself. It’s time to give God the first fruit of your day, boy!”
Noah, Xavier’s father, was light-skinned, stood six-six and had crazy upper body strength. It seemed like he’d done his prison time in the gym, getting ripped. The dude’s legs looked like massive tree trunks and his shoulders were huge and full of muscle.
But the guy was getting on Xavier’s nerves, real bad. He hadn’t been home one full month and already Xavier was over him. Once his father was out, he and Alfonso left Billy’s and moved in with Noah. But it was just like he’d thought when he’d gone to see the old man in the joint. Up there Xavier had only received a microscopic dose of his father’s fanatic religious beliefs. The dude was now home from prison, and with him he’d brought the wrath of God. When Noah wasn’t talking about the Lord, dude was humming his praises around the house, and when he wasn’t singing praises, he was voraciously racing through the pages of the Bible as if the book was set to spontaneously combust into flames if he didn’t read it fast enough.
Noah said from behind Xavier’s closed bedroom door, “Let’s meet the sunrise by worshiping the Lord, son. Get up and hurry!”
Xavier couldn’t do anything but shake his head. All of these new changes. But this “prayer before sunrise” was the icing on the cake
. Though Alfonso had serious issues with the change of pace around the crib, the boy couldn’t voice his opinion. Besides, he was too happy to see his father home. He’d been an itty-bitty baby when the old dude went off to prison, and had no memories of him. But to a cat like Xavier, the junk wasn’t gonna fly. He was down with God and everything, but not the way that Noah was getting down. The way he’d been acting Xavier would’ve thought that Noah was hiding angel wings underneath his shirts.
Noah knocked on Xavier’s door. “I can hear your alarm still ringing. That means you’re not moving around in there, son! God hates laziness.”
Why don’t you shut up? Xavier thought.
The darkness outside of his bedroom window reminded Xavier of what the upcoming school year could bring if he wasn’t careful. He’d pissed a few folks off last school year by snitching on Zulu—under the watchful eye of a fat cat named Slick Eddie. Working side by side to accomplish the deed was his number-one road dog Romello Anderson. Together with Slick Eddie’s army of Zulu goons, the two boys had pulled off a miracle and cleaned up the school and got rid of all the scumbags. But unbeknownst to Xavier, Slick Eddie had a different plan for when the two boys had gotten rid of all the competition at Coleman High. When it was all said and done Romello obeyed his boss, Eddie, and went back on his word and double-crossed Xavier. In pursuit of the almighty dollar, Romello Anderson flooded Coleman High with dangerous designer street drugs. Once Xavier found out about the plan, it was too late to stop it from happening. Plus, Romello tried to have Xavier smoked because he wouldn’t get on board. Playing rat was the only ace Xavier had in his hand. When he played the card, Slick Eddie’s entire criminal empire crumbled. The last words out of Romello’s mouth before he was arrested were that Xavier had better watch his back.
Rolling over, Xavier grabbed his phone and shut off the alarm. He had closed his eyes for a few seconds when his bedroom door opened.
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