Your Man Chose Me
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The saying was true: “I’m no killer, but don’t push me.” Because I had to end that bitch’s life and let her know who the man chose!
As soon as I was far away from her condo, I pulled over and took my shirt off because spots of blood and the smell of gasoline were all over it. I pulled over by an abandoned building, and lit the shirt with a lighter. I stood there as it burned. I think I was trying to bide time to figure out my next move. I was a bit sobered up and reality was setting in.
EPILOGUE
I got back into my car and pulled back on the street. I was crying as I tried to figure out what I was going to do. I wished Micah were here to hold my hands, but the reality was he wasn’t here and I was all by myself. I had to put on my big girl panties and figure it out. I had some money that Micah had in an account for our son, or an emergency. I needed to go home and pack some things and get my son from his mother.
I pulled onto my subdivision, and an eerie feeling came over me. The closer I got, the queasier I felt. I saw a crowd of people standing outside. I drove closer and saw that there was a raid going on at my house. I didn’t stop. I kept driving as the tears flowed heavily. I pulled out my phone and called Micah’s lawyer.
“Mrs. Caldwell-Brown, I’ve been trying to reach you.”
“About what?” I nervously asked.
“I got a tip that the police were going to raid your home and I wanted you to get out of there.”
“What are they looking for?”
“They got a tip that most of the drug money was up in there.”
“Really? Well, thank you. I got to go.” I hung up the phone and turned it off. I decided to grab my son from his mother’s house.
* * *
I looked around as I got out of the car. I was nervous because I knew by now Ayana’s body was found and they would be looking for her killer.
“Hey, baby,” Miss Debra greeted me.
I fell right into her arms crying.
“What’s wrong, baby?” She hugged me tight.
“Ma, I need to go! I did something to Ayana,” I cried.
“Baby, go, don’t worry about the baby. Your mama got you. Do what you have to do, then call me one day when you feel like it’s safe. Go up North; we have family up there. I’m going to call my brother now and he will be there waiting for you. Do you need money?” Before I could respond to her question, she started talking. “Be careful of these phones. I’ll talk to my son when he calls. Just be careful and trust no one outside of my brother. You hear me?”
“No, I’m good, and I understand you,” I said and walked toward the back, where my son was sitting down watching television. I knelt down beside him and broke down. I took his hand and just cried. He was my world; how would I leave him behind?
* * *
I left for Landover, Maryland, and stayed there for a while. Being away from my son was killing me slowly. I followed Micah’s case slowly and, exactly eight months later, he went to trial. He was convicted of possession of a firearm, but was found not guilty on all other charges. The state’s main witness was found murdered and they had no physical evidence against him. Mari stepped up to claim the drugs and guns that they found in the house. They offered him a plea for fifteen years, which he gladly accepted. His lawyer told me Detective Robinson wasn’t too pleased with the plea deal.
I jumped for joy the day his mother called me from the courthouse. Later that night I got a call from him.
“Hey, babe,” he said sounding like the Micah I met in the beginning.
“Yes! You did it!” I couldn’t contain my excitement.
We ended up talking until the phone was cut off. I was genuinely happy for him, but I wondered if the police would be looking for me. I stayed in contact with the lawyer, but nothing was mentioned. I kept a low profile, spending the money Micah had stashed in our son’s name.
He was sentenced to five years for the gun charge, but that was nothing compared to what he was facing. I knew someone was watching over my family and for that I was grateful. Lori and I became close friends and we keep each other motivated.
I made Maryland my new home; after all, I needed a change. My son was growing up, and Georgia’s streets were not safe. What can I say but the man chose me and that bitch Ayana did not get him. In the end, our love for each other kept us grounded.