We Both Cant Be Bae 3 (We Both Can't Be Bae)

by Twyla T

  Luke was awake and making great progress when she walked in. He smiled a little when he saw her. She smiled back at him and went right to his bedside and leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Phebe’s mom walked in behind her; she was just standing there speechless. “OMG, you’re gonna be okay. This is all my fault… I’m so sorry,” Phebe said through teary eyes. Unable to stop her tears from flowing, Phebe sobbed uncontrollably while trying to comfort Luke.

  “Shhh, don’t cry. This is my fault, but we both gonna be okay. Things are looking pretty good for me. We gonna just relocate when I get up outta here,” Luke said while trying to reach up and wipe her tears away.

  “Oh yeah, and where the fuck y’all going to?” Keith asked, as soon as he busted through the door. The room fell completely silent. “Don’t stop talking now. Do I need to go back out of the room so y’all can finish y’all bullshit conversation?” Keith asked while looking back at the door. Everyone still remained quiet. “So, now the cat got y’all muthafuckin’ tongues huh. Y’all were just choppin it up,” he continued talking while shaking his head.

  “Now is not the time or place for this Keith,” Phebe said.

  “Why not? We all here,” Keith responded.

  “Keith, I don’t know what all is going on, but this really isn’t the right time or place,” Phebe’s mom spoke up while walking towards Keith to keep him from moving closer to the bed.

  “Did you tell your mom that she’s about to be a grandmother, Phebe?” Keith asked her.

  “Well, that’s great news. I know she has wanted to give you a son,” her mother said to Keith.

  “No Ms. Brown, THEY are about to have a baby,” Keith said while pointing at Phebe and Luke. Phebe was standing there in awe and disbelief. Not knowing how he knew so much, she decided to talk and see exactly how much he knew.

  “What are you talking about Keith?” she asked.

  “Oh, you really wanna know?” he asked while pulling out his phone. He hit his voicemail button and put the phone on speaker. When Phebe heard the conversation she and Luke were having right before the shooting, she knew that he knew everything.

  “Look, I didn’t mean for this to happen…” Luke started saying. Just hearing him trying to apologize set Keith off, and he rushed towards him and grabbed him by the neck. Phebe and her mother screamed hysterically and tried to pull him off of Luke. It seemed like he had been choking him forever, but in reality, it had only been a few seconds before two nurses ran into the room to see what all of the commotion was about.

  “What’s going on in here?” one of them asked when she saw Phebe trying to pull Keith off of the patient.

  “SECURITY!! CALL SECURITY!!” the other nurse yelled.

  “Keith, please calm down before you go to jail,” his mother-in-law said to no avail. About a minute or so later, two security guards ran into the room and pulled Keith off of Luke. They escorted him out of the room while the nurses tended to Luke. They walked him downstairs where they met two police officers, and he was handcuffed and placed in the back of the squad car.

  One of the cops told him to sit tight until they figured out exactly what was going on. Damn, I still didn’t kill that nigga, is what Keith kept thinking to himself while becoming angrier by the minute. He sat there for about twenty minutes before the cops came back and said anything to him. The only thing he could concentrate on was how Phebe was protecting Luke and how bad he wanted to kill them both. The door finally opened, and he heard one of the cops talking.

  “It seems like you’re supposed to be going to jail, but neither the patient nor the hospital is pressing charges, so you’re free to go. You just can’t go back inside of the hospital or within five hundred feet of anyone that was in that room,” the cop said.

  Upstairs, Phebe had to swallow her pride and tell them the reason for the outbreak. She felt like it was the least she could do, even though she was pissed off at Keith herself. Keith walked to his car with one of the cops following him, and he hopped in and left.

  Chapter 26

  It was four o’clock Saturday evening and all of the Millers were sitting at the kitchen table discussing the events that had taken place. Each of them had paired up and talked separately for brief periods of time, but they all agreed to meet up and discuss their upcoming plans in detail. For everything to work, all of them would have to be on the same page and finding out that Fred’s death was caused by Malcolm was more than enough to pull them together, if only for the moment.

  Cameron was still not happy about the idea of letting Malcolm come back home. It just didn’t feel right, but for the plan to be successful, she had to. Tomorrow was the day she was set to call him and allow him to come over and talk. He had called a few times since Keith answered her phone, then the calls stopped and that frightened Cameron even more. Knowing what was in store, she thought it was best for Kingston not to be around, so Toya agreed to keep him for a week or however long it took, which is where he was now.

  Charlotte had taken a leave of absence from work so she was present as well, along with Crystal. Taking the first step, Charlotte scheduled and took Crystal to a cancer specialist she had researched that was located in Tuscaloosa, and they would get results from the tests in about a week or so. Even though Cameron had told Charlotte that she should keep her baby, Charlotte was still undecided. The damage had been done, but she just wanted to put everything behind her and felt like bringing a baby into the drama would keep things at a standstill. A decision would have to be made soon, that much she knew.

  “Cameron, I know this very difficult for you to do, but I think it’s the best approach,” Mr. Miller said.

  Her mother grabbed her by the hand and squeezed tight. “All of this madness will be over soon sweetheart,” her mom declared to her.

  “Yeah, I know. I’m just ready to get it all over with,” Cameron replied.

  “All we have to do is treat him like normal and be sure he doesn’t suspect anything. After about a week, I will handle the rest,” Mr. Miller said. Cameron sat there and started thinking about what she had done in high school that left Brittany dead and figured it must run in the family. Dropping her head to her chest, Man, KARMA IS A MOTHERFUCKING BITCH ain’t it! she screamed in her head, but really wanted to say it out loud. Although she had tampered with the wheels to cause the accident, her dad’s plan still involved one of Malcolm’s vehicles. The plan was for his accelerator to increase speed once he reached forty-five miles per hour. The brakes would be locked up, keeping him from being able to stop. Since Malcolm loved to drive fast anyway, an “accident” would be the perfect plan. If everything went according to plan, he would even have some alcohol in his system. Cameron started discreetly texting her girls while her dad was talking.

  Cameron: What are y’all doing?

  Toya: I’m reading while Kingston is watching a movie. We’ll probably run to the store later. What you doing?

  Sonya: Nothing really. Need to be cleaning, but I’m just sitting here.

  Shay: I’m reading a book. What you up to?

  Cameron: Sitting here listening to my dad go over his grand plan, feeling like tonight will be my last free night. This shit is crazy.

  Toya: It will all work out. Something might happen to his crazy ass without y’all even having to do much.

  Sonya: I know your nerves are shot.

  Cameron: Hell yeah!

  Shay: Where is Keith? Is he gonna keep you company tonight. Good sex should help relax you.

  Toya: Shay!! What the hell we gon do with yo ass lol?

  Sonya: She is sooo special.

  Cameron: He got so much going on himself. I got something else to tell y’all too.

  Toya: A little less dramatic this time, please.

  Shay: Oh lord!

  Sonya: What now?

  Cameron: Mrs. Edwards said she did a home DNA test on Kingston….and he’s Keith’s son

  Shay: Whaaattttt????

  Sonya: Cam…say what now?

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nbsp; Toya: LOL!! I asked yo ass how many times was Kingston Keith’s son?

  Cameron: Shit, I answered too. I’m gonna have to do another test. I figured when Malcolm did the test, it was really confirmed. I didn’t have any more doubts.

  Toya: Malcolm ass rigged those results. His twisted ass mind. Don’t get me started.

  Shay: What did Keith say?

  Sonya: I was just about to ask that.

  Cameron: Apparently, he doesn’t know yet. My dad fussing at me…I’ll text y’all back when I leave here and go home. Toya I’ll probably come by later on. I gotta go to the house first tho.

  Toya: OK

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  While sitting in his office, Detective Young received a package with no return address. He was not in the best of moods because his informant had gone missing. He wanted to kick his own ass because he failed to hook the wire she had on up to the monitor. It was the first careless mistake that he had made on this case. It had been two days since he last heard from her. Francis had disappeared one time before for two days, so he was hoping she would show up for their meeting that was scheduled for that night. He would often have private meetings with her and have his way. He looked at it as a way to keep her in line and also sample some black pussy. Being only five feet four inches tall with a belly that looked like he was ten months pregnant didn’t allow him the opportunity to freely choose women. His receding hair line didn’t help matters either so whenever the opportunity presented itself, he dived into pussy that he knew he would never get on a regular day.

  “What you got there?” his partner asked.

  “I have no idea, and there’s no return label or anything,” he replied.

  “Well, open it up and see,” his partner said, being nosey. He knew that his partner hardly ever received anything because no one liked him, so he was curious to see exactly what he had received.

  “Will you give me time?” Young replied, while opening the box.

  “WHAT THE FUCK?” he frantically screamed while jumping up from his desk after opening the box.

  “What is it? What’s wrong?” his partner nervously asked, standing up as well and walking towards the desk. They both stared in to the box for a couple of minutes before realizing it contained the head of the informant, Francis, and her tongue had been cut out of her mouth. The letter X was drawn on her forehead.

  “Those sick sons of bitches,” Detective Young fumed. “I’m gonna make those bastards pay. I know Edwards is behind this shit. I just know it,” he continued venting.

  “I told you to wait a little while longer before sending her back out there,” Young’s partner said, which caused him to glare at him with rage in his eyes. “I’m just saying, you never listen. We’re gonna have to talk to the captain and take a different approach now,” he continued while shaking his head.

  “This is some got damn bullshit,” Detective Young mumbled.

  Chapter 27

  When Cameron left her parent’s house, she called Keith as soon as she got in the car. He told her that he was going to come by later because he was in West Point at the moment. That was almost an hour away, so she told him that she was about to run in the house and get her phone charger, then go check on Kingston at Toya’s house. She let him know that she had some important things to discuss with him. He told her he had some shit to tell her too. “See you later bae,” she told him and disconnected the call from Bluetooth.

  Pulling up at home, she turned the car off and only grabbed her house key, since she was planning on coming right back out. Walking in the house, she paused momentarily because she got an eerie feeling. I should not be scared in my own home, she told herself and headed down the hall to her bedroom. After grabbing her charger, she picked up her overnight bag that stays packed, just in case Keith was running too late, and she decided to stay with Toya. Opening the refrigerator to grab a Dr. Pepper, she dropped it when she turned around and locked eyes with Malcolm as he asked, “Going somewhere?”

  “What… what the fuck are you doing here… here… here?” Cameron asked, trying not to show fear, but it was a losing battle because she was stuttering.

  “It’s my house too,” Malcolm said a little too calmly. “So, you just feel like you can move on and live without me? I told you that shit wasn’t going to happen,” he continued. Cameron knew right then that she had to make a run for it, if she wanted to live. Bending down and picking up the soda she dropped caused him to close in on her. She picked it up and threw it at his head, hitting him in the forehead, and took off running. It only distracted him momentarily. He chased her and grabbed her by her right arm just as she was trying to get out of the front door.

  “HELP HELLPPP!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!” she screamed. Malcolm grabbed her by the hair and threw her hard on the love seat. He pulled a knife out of his pocket and told her not to move. “Don’t make me cut you up into little pieces,” he threatened her.

  “I was about to let you come home tomorrow,” Cameron said, as tears started rolling down her cheeks. She didn’t want to appear weak at the time, but she couldn’t help it because her life was on the line.

  “Yeah right. You let another nigga answer your phone,” Malcolm said with a sinister look in his eyes. Cameron saw her life slipping away right before her, but she knew she couldn’t give up.

  Damn, I should have called him yesterday just to speak like dad suggested, Cameron thought.

  “We had something good. All I wanted was you; those other women never meant anything to me. Why couldn’t you just love me like you did in the beginning? I didn’t wanna have to kill you, but I told you what I would do,” Malcolm said, as he was reaching into his pocket. Cameron noticed his slow movements and looked to her right at the lamp. POW! A bullet flew right by her head and piss started running down her legs. Fuck this shit, I’m not going down without a fight, Cameron thought as she picked up the lamp and threw it right at Malcolm’s head, hitting him in the nose, and took off running for the back door.

  Once she made it outside, she ran to the backyard at full speed. POW POW POW! Hearing gunshots, she started to run in a zig zag pattern to keep from being hit… POW POW POW POW! Damn, how many bullets he got? she was thinking to herself and glad it was getting a little dark. Forgetting about the wire fence that was in the distance, she ran straight into it, causing it to cut her neck, and she bounced backwards. She thought she heard Malcolm scream, like he had been hurt, but her focus was on getting away. Trying to get up and start back running, she felt Malcolm grab her feet and started dragging her back towards the house. “NOOOO!! NOOOO!!” she cried. “Please stop!! Don’t do this!” she pleaded with her eyes closed.

  After being dragged all the way back to the backyard, Cameron heard someone say, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to hurt you.” Thinking she was going crazy, she started crying harder.

  “Don’t cry, I won’t be here long,” the man said. Cameron opened her teary eyes and noticed that the man didn’t have his gun pointed at her, but it was pointed at Malcolm instead, who was lying down on the ground next to her with blood oozing from his stomach. “I’m going to make this quick, and I’m so sorry that I have to do this in front you, but it has to be done. My name is Johnny, and Malcolm paid me to kill your brother-”

  “He’s lying,” Malcolm said and Johnny shot him in the other leg.

  “As I was saying, he paid me to kill your brother, and I have been looking for him since. I found your dad’s address and sent him a letter because I knew that he would go searching for Malcolm and lead me straight to him. I did something terrible that can’t be taken back, and it’s only fair that I make it right the best way I know how to. I’ve been following this son of a bitch and have been patiently waiting on my moment to get revenge on his black ass for using me and threatening to kill my mom,” Johnny solemnly spit out.

  Walking up to Malcolm, he told him to burn in hell and shot him twice in the head. “Tell your whole family that I’m so
very sorry,” Johnny said, right before placing a bullet in his own head. Cameron let out a gut wrenching scream, and her unshed tears would not stop falling. She cried and cried and when she realized someone had picked her up, she started to panic.

  “It’s me sweetheart, what happened?” her dad asked while looking at the dead bodies of Malcolm’s and some other man. Cameron couldn’t speak for crying so hard. “Let me call 911 baby,” her dad said while holding and cradling her close to his chest.

  Ten minutes later, the police and paramedics arrived on the bloody scene. A distraught Cameron had to relive what had just taken place before her eyes. She was so shaken up; it took about an hour to give them the full story. Keith had driven up and was walking near them without Mr. Miller or Cameron noticing. He was close enough to hear the story she was relaying to the police, and he was fuming on the inside, thinking that he should have killed Malcolm a long time ago. He finally walked up to them and made his presence known by putting his arms around Cameron, holding her tight.

  About ten minutes later, the rest of Cameron’s family showed up. Mrs. Miller brought the letter with her as evidence for the police to see and to confirm the story Cameron had given them.

  “NOOOOOOO!! WHAT DID Y’ALL DO TO MY BABY?” Bertha showed up screaming loudly. She had called Malcom’s phone and was told to come to the address they provided, in which she knew was his home address. “NOT MY BABY LORD!!! WHAT HAPPENED?” she continued yelling. The officers turned their focus to Bertha and informed her of the details of her son’s murder. “Noooo… not my baby… he wouldn’t do that… not my Malcolm,” Bertha hysterically insisted. After revealing the letter and cashier’s check to her, Bertha dropped to her knees and held her tightened chest. The paramedics attended to her and tried to get her to calm down. After catching her breath, Bertha got up, took off running to her car, and drove away from the house. Her cries could be heard until she was gone.