The Wild Child

by Nicole Jackson

  “Hey, sweetheart, how are you?” she asked politely, causing me to lighten up.

  “Oh, I’m fine.” I shifted in my seat.

  “Ooh, okay. Well, I was just wondering why have you been sitting out here, a few feet down from my driveway. Is there something I can help you with?”

  “Oh, no, I’m just waiting for a friend,” I quickly lied.

  “So, you mean to tell me that you’ve been waiting for a friend for over three damn hours?” her vernacular completely switched up.

  “Yeah, I have,” I calmly maintained.

  “Look, let me stop bullshitting you, Ms. Vita,” she cleared her throat. “I have state-of-the-art surveillance around here. So, you’ve been on my radar the minute you pulled up to this curb. I am also well aware of the beef you have with my daughter.” I was definitely thrown off, because she didn’t seem old enough to be Jhyrah’s mama. “So, the fact that you are parked outside of my house is alarming.” She placed her hand in my window. I did a double-take, when I noticed that she was holding a gun. Right then and there, I pissed on myself. “I don’t know what plans you had for my child,” she carried on, not missing a beat. “But you can postpone that indefinitely. And this is my only warning. Unless, you don’t value your life, or your grandma’s, either. I know she’s still lives not too far from Spice Lane, and I’d burn that bitch’s house down to the ground, if I ever see you around here again. If you see Jhyrah around, you better go the other fucking way. Because if you didn’t know; hoes disappear without a trace, behind fucking with mine,” she growled, as I thought about Roxy. “So, you think about that the next time you build up enough courage to pull up on my block. Know that I’m willing to blow your fucking head off, and then I got enough money to beat the case, bitch. Now, you drive safely, to go sleep under whatever bridge you can find on your side of town.”