"PULL" Short Story by Kandice Fowlkes
October 23, 2015 2:37 a.m. It started with the pull of a trigger. Pull, aim, shoot. I took my first life. Pull, aim, shoot. I didnât flinch. I couldnât flinch. Pull, aim, shoot. I ran until I couldnât hear the sirens trailing where the firearm shots could have come from. The residents of the apartment complex prodded lividly as they inquired who was shot this time? It could have been someoneâs little brother. Or cousin. Or even mines! No! I canât turn back now. Whatâs done is done. I canât regret popping him. All I know is, he deserved it. Pull, aim, shoot. The wails of the sirens were still close on the streets, and I knew I needed to get outta sight. I ran towards the back entrance of the apartments, so I could stay as low as possible until the commotion died down. I slid down behind a dumpster, and tried to justify the retribution I sought for my brother, Jay. I tried to calm my shaking hand that held the heavy iron draped in the bandana, but the trembling prevailed over my body. I wanted to believe my brother was smiling down on me, and thanking me for capping the fool who killed him. But, I felt like he was just solely looking down. Pull, aim, shoot. The scene kept replaying over and over in my head. Me walking up on the fool that shot my brother. Me shooting him in the parking lot. Him crawling through a pool of blood to escape his fate. Me kicking his body over to unmask myself. Me standing over him with the barrel pointed to his face. His final words replaying in my head. âMy--.â He coughed blood in between his words and dragged his body along the pavement. âMy--.â He coughed blood again, â--please.â Pull, aim, shoot. My head was throbbing from the ringing, or the replaying, or the sirens, or just a combination of it all. The noise of the sirens grew closer, as I rocked back and forth questioning him, âWas this right, Jay?â October 21, 2015 7:23 a.m. âI wish that all mornings felt like this.â I said. âAmya, whatchuâ talking âbout?â Jay said unraveling the Black & Mild from the package. âLike this dummy,â I said and held my hands out to the street, âjust listen, donât you hear that?â The streets were quiet. For the first time in so long I hadnât heard Mechanicsville this quiet. There were no children on Huffy scooters, no mailman dropping off junk, no dogs barking because they see cars âjust us and the sun. Jayâs white tank top and satin durag even had a glow. I knew underneath his durag was the most perfect set of waves that resembled a Black Sea. âItâs a little too quiet if you ask me, shit makes me paranoid.â Such a mood killer. He sparked his Black & Mild, and his once shaking leg ceased at the smoke inhalation. âWhatever.â I said, still embracing this peace. Itâs rare for Jay to sit out on the porch with me while I read as the sun comes up. It was rare for Jay to not be moving. His constant movements would scare me sometimes because I never knew when the day would come when he would cease to move. I just felt like our time was limited. Summer was almost over and Iâd be in a whole new city âaway from my family. I know they say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but Jay is more and more distant these days. We used to be so close because we were the youngest, but now that heâs so worried about bills and keeping his set safe I hardly see him. I feel like Iâm trying to get to know him as much as I can before I go. âSo when you gone give this up, Jay?â Jay cocked his head at me with a âthis againâ look in between the puff of his Black & Mild, and I cocked my head back at him with raised eyebrows, pressing the question again. âGirl, what you talkinâ boutâ?â He returned his gaze to our neighboring houses becoming silhouettes from the Atlanta sun, rising just above our city. He deeply inhaled the rolling clouds again. âYou know what Iâm talking about, Jay, and donât call me girl. Iâm not one of your little hussies.â I nudged his shoulder and he slightly tilted in Mamaâs rocking chair. His durag shook in the motion and Jay quickly put down the cigarillo on Mamaâs ashtray to retighten it, flexing his biceps. âAight, Amya, what are you talking about, again?â He asked, now relighting the ashed tip of the cigarillo. "This,â I said, holding my hand out past the porch balcony, and pointing to Mechanicsville, our block --his streets. âWhen are you going to give this up? Mama needs you Jay, and itâs only a matter of time before you piss off the right person and they put a bullet in your ass.â âOn that note,â he took another quick puff then ashed his Black & Mild, âthis conversation is through.â He began to rise from Mamaâs rocking chair and walk back to the front door, but I followed him and pushed the door shut âstaring him in his eyes four feet below his six feet stature. âIâm serious, Jay. Itâs only a matter of time before you piss off the right person and they bust a cap in your ass.â âListen, Mya. I just wanted to enjoy my morning with you. You woke me up this early to tell me about this. Itâs never gonna happen. Iâve told you and Mama many times before, now let me through.â I pushed my hand harder to close the front door then blocked it with my rounded hips entirely. âMya, why are you really doing this? Canât a man just wake and bake with his sister and enjoy that?â I couldnât believe he was serious. He raised his shoulders and squinted his eyes as though this conversation was really paining him. âYou know I donât smoke that stuff, Jay, and you know why Iâm telling you this again and again. Youâre twenty-three years old, youâve still got time to change. You know and I know that youâve got way more talent than those fools that follow you to make it off the streets. You got recruited not just because you were good at ball, but because youâre smart.â He rolled his eyes and turned his face towards the roof of the porch. âUggghhh, here we go with this again.â âWhy not take what you were blessed with and make something outta yourself for Mama and me?â I sound like Mama, except not this Mama, our current Mama doesnât nag Jay. I sound like old Mama, when she used to nag our older brother Marco. Mama lectures less since Marco died. âListen, Mya, books werenât my thing, and you also know that. Thatâs your thing.â He says gesturing a finger towards my chest. âAnd you keep your head in them books instead of worrying about me and my business, because Iâll always be here to take care of you and Mama.â I exhale and turn my face away from his because I feel where this conversation is going. âYou know what I mean Jay.â I cut him a side eye, âDonât either of us wanna see you get hurt --God doesnât work on our time, Jay.â I say, still staring away from him. âAinât nobody gonna touch me, Mya, and thatâs it. If somebody wanted to touch me, I wouldâve been dead a long time ago after what they did to Marco.â I got quiet because this conversation just turned into that conversation, and I knew he was bound to win at any moment. âI know you and Mama worry about me, but Iâll always be good and Iâll always be there to take care of you.â My body was completely turned towards the streets now. I needed to drown him out. I imagined kids on their rusted Huffy scooters speeding down hills. Mothers fanning themselves as they walked their kids to the bus stops. Men mowing their yards in the afternoon heat as police cruised by. âMya, donât I always take care of you?â I snapped out of it, but I didnât respond. I wondered if not now, when will I ever speak up about what heâs doing and the reality of what could happen from doing it. ââand donât I always come home every night to check on the two most beautiful women in the world to always make sure yâall are straight?â âYes, Jay. You put food on the table, clothes on our backs, but that still doesnât make me feel any better. Iâve been having this really bad dream recently where ââ âMya, I donât have time for any of this. Iâm a grown man. I promise I got myself just like I got yâall. I would never leave my two favorite people in a world without me.â He kissed my forehead and held my chin in his hand. His smile was so reassuring, his pearly white teeth contrasting his purple skin. How could I think God would take away a smile so perfect in our lives. âNow you need to get back to those books. Your teacher said that a lot of those outta state universities are looking to scout you and give you some money. You know you canât live off me for the rest of your life. Go ahead and get that work in, so they can pay for your tuition.â He smiled again at me still holding my chin, and I didnât even realize how hard I was smiling as well. Just almost forgetting the severity of our conversation seconds ago. âI just really love you, Jay. I feel sometimes useless without youâ like I donât know what Iâd do if anything ever happened to you.â He dropped his hand from my chin and moved his index to my face, while lightly placing one hand on my shoulder. âAinât nothing gonna happen. And Iâll tell you what you will do if anything ever did happen, youâre gonna keep getting that medicine for Mama.â He moved the wagging finger, but the shoulder grip remained. Not so rough, but just gentle enough. âOh shit! It is today!â âYup it is. Iâll give you the co-pay and just go pick it up. Iâve already called in to make sure itâs there and they said that itâll be ready for pick up by 11 a.m. She also made a grocery list and stuck it to the fridge so pick that up too.â âOkay. Iâll go get it.â He released me, and I started towards the screen door to get ready for my assigned chores. âAnd Mya,â I turned around after opening the door, he pulled his car keys out of his pocket and handed them to me alongside a roll of cash. âyou can take my car. I gotta dust off Rosie today.â My pissy attitude instantly resolved, because he knew he had me. He knew that he would reel me in by letting me drive Daisy, and as always â I took the bait. Daisy was his mark of approval throughout the hood, and everybody knew him when they saw the lavender purple El Dorado cruising on its gold 40-inches. Iâd be lying if I said my brother didnât know how to ride clean. The tinted windows with the dusty purple glitter sealed the 70âs look for me. I tried not to sweat him so much as a teenager, because as a kid all I did was dress like him when he first got Daisy. The crisp 3x t-shirt with the egg-shell white Adidas were my favorite steals from his closet, not to mention his lucky Yankees hat that I would twist just above my right ear. âThanks, Jay.â âYouâre welcome, my love. Now go ahead before Mama gets mad at both of us.â I tore the canvas sheet off the cadillac, and stared at my reflection in the freshly waxed coat. Jayâs roll of cash was in my left-hand, the car keys to Daisy in my right, and Mamaâs co-pay tucked away in my coat pocket. He slid me âextra changeâ for her co-pay, but I knew it was the exact co-pay amount. Mamaâs co-pay or any other chore around the house, is just another time restriction for Jay that he pays me to do. He pays me a hefty service fee in fact. I would always try to guess how much was in the weekly roll each time he would give them to me. I would guess $150, or $200, but I was always wrong. Jay never gave me less than $300 since I was eight. I revved the engine with the destination of Lenoâs spot in mind. Iâve memorized every street, every block, and every corner from the time Jay started teaching me how to drive. Take a left turn down Ralph David. Intersect on Fulton street. Cross onto Whitehall, and there was Lenoâs one-story house sandwiched in between two duplexes. I always loved Miss Sophiaâs house, Lenoâs mother, because she kept the flowers in their front yard watered, and Leno kept their lawn trimmed. Me, Leno, and Jay used to âscavengeâ for berries in the wild since their small house had the largest backyard. Instead of berries, weâd find poison ivy, and weâd end up pushing each other down in it. Games like that eventually stopped being fun for us. In the spring season, Miss Sophia would make me, Leno, and Jay come outside to plant her favorite yellow daffodils alongside the curb of the street. She would even make Marco help before taking me and Jay home. Thatâs the funny thing about being kids, grown-ups can make you do anything. Since the death of her son Ray, she never missed a Sunday at church, and to not hear her fuss, Leno makes sure he doesnât either. As a teenager, I respectfully decline her and Lenoâs Sunday offers to congregate with them at church. I think that itâs a family thing though. Mama is Christian but has never taken Jay and I to church, and Jay doesnât believe in organized religions. Me, Iâm still figuring out my spirituality. When I pulled up, Leno was already sitting on the front porch, with his motherâs windchimes coupling with the breezes. I parked behind his black Honda Accord as he stayed in the chair and rocked back and forth with a still face. It remained unmoved, until I stepped out of the car and I could see his cheeks blush into a subtle smile. I always expected the welcome from his cologne and lips before he ever spoke a word. He wrapped his arms around my waist, then let one hand crawl up to my cheek --held it, and pressed his lips against mine. âSit down,â he finally said, letting the air return between us. He weaved my fingers through his skeleton tattooed knuckles and guided me to sit down in his motherâs rocking chair. I tried to catch a glimpse of the bookmarked novel he was reading on the table. âI wasnât expecting to see you this morning.â He said, still holding my hand across the mini-table. âAre you not happy to see me?â I replied, raising my eyebrows. âYou know I am.â âWell, good. So why are you up this early? I wasnât expecting you to be waiting on me outside when I pulled up.â âI told you I wasnât expecting you to be in the car, but for some reason I felt as though I was expecting something. My maâ had caught a ride with her coworker this morning, so I was just up alone. I decided to come outside and enjoy the sunrise to get some clarity.â He sighed at his last words and turned to look back at the streets. His face returned to stillness as though he retreated to his thoughts again. âWhy are you drivinâ Jayâs car?â âIt was his cop out to get me to shut up talking about something he didnât want to hear.â âAnd you took it?â âYeah. . .I took it.â There was another silence between us. The coolness of the Saturday morning began to break as the sun rose to its highest. Lenoâs honey skin glowed a light amber in our summer heat. His purple chest tattoos were more vibrant at this time too. They canvassed his body more than the plain white tee. âJayâs got me running an errand for him.â Leno quickly turned his head to me with a look of concern, or anger? âNot those kinds of errands. Just one for my mom. You know he wouldnât do that.â He sighed and returned to his thoughts. âI came by to swoop you up to come with me though.â âThatâs cool. Iâll go get ready.â I trailed him into the house towards his room, mentally re-photographing the walls of memories with Leno, his family, and his older brother Ray. One picture showed the two little tan boys standing in front of their kiddie pool. Lenoâs crying uncontrollably with his fists balled tightly across his face and an ice-cream pop sunk into the grass beneath his feet, and Rayâslightly tallerâ holding his shoulder and extending his arm with his own popsicle in hand. Once in his room, I plopped onto his bed, as he walked to his closet. His trophies and medals for different things like âHonor Roll,â âPerfect Attendance,â âHigh Achievement,â etc. were perched above his desk on a mantelpiece, scaling our years from elementary school to now. What was always peculiar to us is that even as kids, Leno never let them catch a grain of dust. His bookshelf displayed alphabetized tabs, grouping each book by genre. After a read, he returned each book to its original position, but I always wondered why he never got pissed at others for not doing the same. His walls were once decorated with posters of DC characters, and Linkin Park album covers, but he peeled them off after Rayâs death, and his rise to Jayâs second in command. Every now and again, Iâll walk into Miss Sophiaâs house and hear Leno blasting Hybrid Theory as he washed their dishes. Rayâs posters still dressed his side of the room with images of his favorite rappers like T.I. and OutKast. His bed was adjacent from Lenoâs, and I never sat on it because I felt I would be disturbing the spirit that lingered across the room. Ironically, Rayâs bed stayed made, as if Leno were waiting for him to return, so maybe he felt the same. Leno sat down at his desk with his treasure box. He pulled out bags of pills and weed, to lift the bottom cover of the box and unveil a stack of cash. He peeled the rubberband off and began to count. I knew there was more than one stack in there, but I tried not to pry too much when he did this. âDid you eat?â he said breaking the silence. âUmmm, I actually didnât eat today. I forgot.â âI told you about that, mama. You donât need to be skipping meals.â âYouâre asking me like youâre gonna feed me?â I said serving some attitude. He smiled back at me and his butter skin makes me melt. âLetâs go.â On the rare occasions I had Jayâs car, Leno never urged me to let him drive like some of the fools I chauffeured around in his car. He would quietly assume the role of passenger while we rode through our block, never closing his eyes to capture a moment missed one blink at a time. He slips his fingers through mines while still staring out of the windows, never turning to say âI love you,â or even letting me see the windows to his soul. His grasp is more than enough. We were just riding when he said, âDonât chuâ got to pick up something for your maâ?â he asked. âOh, crap, youâre right. I almost forgot.â I whip Daisy towards Glenn Street to head onto I-20. After we get off of our exit, I catch Leno tapping his fingers on his legs out the corner of my eye. I begin to steal glances at him to see what his vulture eyes nabbed this time. âKeep your eyes on the road, mama,â he said, still keeping his eyes on whatever grabbed his attention. âWhatâre you staring so hard at? Youâre doing that thing again with your fingers when you get antsyââ I said before I looked into the rear view and saw a black Hyundai tailing us at a safe enough distance to prolong alerting our attention. âThey've been trailing us for about two blocks since we got off â20,â he said in response to my sudden realization. âTake a turn here.â I turned in the direction he told me, then the next turn and the next. I tried to remain calm as I kept my eyes on the road with the black car pinned to our tail. He slid the pistol out of his pants and cocked it back. I looked at the clock, which just struck 12:33 p.m.. These fools couldnât be up to no good this early in the day. I havenât even picked up Mamaâs medicine yet. âLeno, will everything be alright?â I asked now feeling my hands perspire on the steering wheel. âKeep your eyes on the road, mama. Youâll be okay.â He returned his gaze back to the mirror. The Hyundai now shifted lanes to my left. âIâm just sa-saying, Jay would kill me if anything happened to his car.â I kept my eyes pierced to the road, gripping onto the steering wheel more tightly. I tried to say a silent prayer, but my eyes kept breaking my focus darting back and forth from the road, to the Hyundai. âIâd rather Jay kill me than these bustas. Now take this left.âI turned as he said, and after a few more directions the Hyundai disappeared. We remained quiet in the car. I didnât want to ask him if he thought the car would return, because his pistol remaining on his lap and his vulture eyes staying glued to the mirror gave me my answer. By the time I finished getting Mamaâs refill from Gradyâs pharmacy, the clock was at 2:00 p.m., and Daisy was getting close to âE.â I pulled into the nearest gas station, and remained in the car as Leno went inside to pay. As I waited, I began to fix myself in the mirror. I fluffed my curls a little , then glanced over at Leno through the transparent windows to see how far in line he made it before his return. I focused my attention back to myself, putting on lip gloss in my rearview mirror when I saw the black Hyundai pull up at a rapid pace with a long muzzle pointed at Jayâs car. I didnât have time to react before the first bullet shot through the air, splitting Jayâs back windshield to the front --just missing me. I crouched down as far as I could towards the gas pedals, covering my ears and face as the glass fell. I knew that I let out a series of screeches, but the sounds of the bullets ricocheting off Daisy muffled my screams. I didnât know how long I was down there, but I heard tires screech off down the street, and soon Daisyâs passenger door ripped open. I stayed crouched down, afraid to move, afraid to look up, until I heard a distant-sounding voice calling, âMya!â It sounded like my head had been submerged in water when the voice called again, âMya!â I couldnât tell how far I was, or the voice was. âMYA!â The voice said again, this time pulling me from the sunken place. My head swayed a little as I gazed onto Leno. My eyes looked through him, until they drifted down to the crimson streaks running from his shoulder to his forearm. âMya! I need to know if youâre hurt?â He asked, still on the outside of the car looking in at me. I began to regain feeling in my legs. They felt nimble from crouching down so low, or maybe because I was still so afraid. I used my hands to pull my body back up to the driverâs seat, and stared straight out the windshield, only it wasnât a windshield anymore. The shield was shattered onto the dashboard, and I lifted my hand to see crimson streaks, matching Lenoâs, pour from my palm. My tears dropped into my palms, causing the little deltas to flow more quickly until I completely pulled my face down into my hands. Leno drove me back home after dusting off the dashboard and the seats where the shattered glass rested. I urged him to go to the hospital seeing that he was shot in his left shoulder, but he insisted I needed more assistance than he did. We rode in silence for the most part all the way back home. He would make small gestures to rub my leg, or ask if I was hungry, but I couldnât shake what just happened, and I knew he couldnât either. He kept both arms on the steering wheel, gripping it tighter and tighter to where I could hear the rubber making subtle squeaking sounds underneath his palms. When we pulled up to my house the sun was still high at 3:30 p.m., Jay was sitting on the porch smoking another Black & Mild waiting for us. He stood up on the stairs while me and Leno got out of the car. I ran into Jayâs arms, and Leno walked past Jay into the house. Jay held my face in his hands and looked at me, then over my shoulder at Daisy, and kissed my forehead, âIâm glad that youâre okay.â Then he followed behind Leno into the house, shutting the door, and leaving me outside. I twiddled my thumbs together not knowing what I should do. I didnât know if I should go into the house to calm Jay since I knew he was probably upset, or if I should just stay outside while they handled their business. My legs still felt wobbly from the shoot-out. I thought about storming Jay with a lecture, but I knew that would undoubtedly end with me crying in Jayâs arms and him reassuring me that after a body shop visit for Daisy, everything will be okay. I stayed outside and sat in shattered Daisy. At least twenty minutes had passed and Jay came storming out of the house. âJay, whatâs going on?â I ask, jumping out the car into his path. âDonât follow me, Mya.â He responds. I look back towards the house and see Leno coming down the stairs towards us. âDonât come close to me man. You had your chance to prove your loyalty --to prove how much you really care about her.â Jay said pointing towards me. âJay, what are you talking about?â I said confusedly. I didnât know how the conversation they had in the house went left. âListen Jay, I need you to calm down before you go off and do something stupid.â Leno said, speaking at Jay. âSomething stupid mufucker?â Jay pulled out his gun and pointed it towards Leno, and Leno put his hands in the air. âIâll tell you whatâs stupid, how I trusted you all these years and yet youâre probably the one who set this whole hit out on me. Am I right?â âJAY! Put the gun down! Leno would not do that!â I screamed now in tears. âJay, I can only tell you so many times, but I can show you my loyalty. I did not set you, or Mya, up.â Leno said calmly, keeping his hands in the air. âDonât speak to me about loyalty. If you were loyal, youâd be on the other side of this nine. Only Ray knew about loyalty. Only Marco knew about loyalty. My brother died protecting your brother. They were people to be trusted. But you? I hate they left me with you. I trusted you, because they trusted your decisions, but in reality--youâre just a coward.â With those words I looked over at Leno who now gritted his teeth and lowered his arms. My eyes boggled back and forth between the two, because I was unsure if Jay would really kill Leno right now. âKill me then fool. If thatâs what you think is right. Iâve watched you, Marco, and Ray since we were all kids, but if Ray were here right now --Iâd tell him the same thing again and again just before he died.â Jay cocked back the gun and moved closer to Leno. âI would tell him, just like Iâm telling you, not to go looking for a war that you are not prepared for.â Jayâs arm stayed outstretched towards Leno, with the gun still pointed in his face. It was almost as if I were frozen in time, watching the two men I loved at odds because of this life we lived in. A black car pulled up to our house and I realized it was Rockoâs car, with some of the other gang in the back seat. âAye, Jay, what the hell yâall got going on? We gone get these bustas or what? I just got the location of their spot,â Rocko said in the driverâs seat. Jay didnât flinch or turn around at Rockoâs words. He kept the gun pointed at Leno, clenching his jaw. Then finally lowering the gun. âYou lucky youâre Rayâs brother.â He said before turning away to head to the car with the rest of the gang. My body moved towards Jay before I could think, and before I knew it I was grabbing his arm. âJay, donât do this. Please donât leave because I do not know if youâll come back.â I said still holding his arm. Rocko honked the horn again behind Jay and I. âMya, the only thing you can do for me right now, is learn how to pull a trigger. Otherwise, stay here with that nigga. Go dust off your shoes or sumthin.â With the snatch of his arm, he walked away and jumped in the passenger seat of Rockoâs car and drove off. I watched them as they sped off, and I dropped to my knees, almost as if to pray. I think my body knew I needed to pray, but my mind couldnât do it. I thought the worst, but wasnât prepared for if it did happen. I didnât realize Leno had walked over towards me. âGet up off this ground mama, you donât deserve to be down there.â He bent down to help me up, and I folded into his chest. He took in my wails while I took in the smell of his cologne. We walked back into the house and I sat at the kitchen table. Leno fixed me a glass of lemonade then sat beside me and took one of my hands in both of his. âI think itâs time for me to leave, Mya.â He said. âOkay, Iâll take you home in my car.â I responded. âNo mama, I mean leave, maybe to another city. The only reason I stayed in this life was for Ray and Jay. Now both are gone â.â âDonât say that!â I quickly responded. âIâm just saying, Jay doesnât want me here. He wonât listen. Just like Ray wouldnât. And if he comes back, I donât know if I can trust that he wonât eventually lead me to my death.â I paused and sighed before arguing because I knew he was right.âMarco wasnât like Jay. Marco was similar to you. He made âgood decisions, they were always thought out. He didnât want Jay to get into this shit. But all Jay saw was how he was making money in place of Daddy not being here. Jay is just. . . so much like our dad.â My voice trailed off. âDaddy was so stubborn. He and my mom were young when they had Marco, but it didnât stop him from being reckless. My mom would tell me how he called it reckless with purpose âbut I loved him. Sooo much.â Leno went quiet. âMy fifth grade graduation was supposed to be so special. He was so excited to come to mine because he had missed all of Jayâs and Marcoâs graduations because he was locked up, but he said that this time âhe got a chance to start over with me. He said it was his God given chance. He asked what I wanted, and I told him a pony. He said to me, âwhat lilâ Black girl you know in the hood gottaâ pony, and I told him, âIâm a trendsetter.â The day of my graduation, we were all getting ready to go to my graduation and I was asking my mom where Daddy was. She said he stepped out early to get me a big surprise, and I just knew he had gotten me a pony.â âWe get to my school and Iâm watching the door, waiting for him to walk through the gymnasium with my pony in front of everyone. Weâre lining up to go on the stage and Iâm still watching the door, waiting for him to come through. Almost like a movie scene, ya know? But itâs the end of the ceremony, and all the students are saying goodbyes and leaving, and Iâm still waiting like âwhere could he be?ââ âThe reception was at my Dadâs sister's house in College Park since she had a big backyard. Our cookouts were always loud, everyone would come outâ.â I paused and held my arms. âThen the police came pulling up. I assumed it was the neighbors trying to call the police to shut down the party since thatâs what they always did at my auntie parties. I came towards the door, but my mom pushed me back and told me to go downstairs, but I stayed anyway since they were trying to crash my party. My aunt answered the door with my mom behind her, and the black police officer asked if it was the residency of Marquis Jean. I looked wide eyed like what could they want with Daddy? And I think my mom and aunt had the same reaction although I couldnât see their face. My aunt answered and said thatâs her brother, but he doesnât reside thereâ.â My voice began to crack. âMy mother jumped in and said sheâs his wife, and the officer said the address listed on his ID is my aunts. He asked if they could step outside to talk more privately after seeing me standing in the doorway of the kitchen listening. My mind immediately starts running rampant with thoughts about what my father did? How is he about to hurt Mommy this time? He promised he would be here.â I paused again. âI heard my mother scream on the other side of the door. And I immediately ran outside to her. She was hysterical. I just remember her bent down on the grass praying and shouting to God. My aunt was holding her crying too, and looking up at the sky. I knew Daddy had done something again that made Mommy cry, but this was the hardest I ever saw her cry. My brothers came running outside soon afterwards and so was the rest of the people in the house. My aunt saw all of us and rushed us into the house. I didnât realize until I got inside that I was crying. I didnât know why I was crying, but I knew something felt different.â I paused again and took a breath. âI knew the party was over, but I was just hoping that my mom and dad were okay. So we waited. My mom stayed outside for a little minute, and I could hear my auntie on the other side of the door saying, ââAngie, breathe baby, breathe.ââ I remember hearing my mom heaving loudly and then slowly dwindling down. After she calmed down my aunt came inside, then Mama came back inside. Her eyes were red and puffy. We were all sitting in the kitchen when they came back in. Jay stood up and asked, ââwhereâs Daddy?ââ He looked straight at Mama, and I looked back and forth between them and then she just said it, ââyour Daddy âdied today.ââ There was silence and then he told Mama, straight to her face ââyouâre lying.ââ Jay told my mother that she was lying. Any other time she would have split his lip, but she tried to grab him and hold him but he pushed back. And he repeated to her âyouâre lyingâ over and over again. He sounded like a bell. I didnât believe Daddy would do this either. I remember sitting in the chair trembling, and trying to comprehend death. It was so confusing, being nine years old and realizing that your dad would never come back home. It wasnât like when he told me he was going away for a long time to jail. This was permanent.â âJay began to break things. He threw the first glass he saw at the wall still screaming âyouâre lying, youâre lying!â I was just sitting in the chair processing this all: my mother screamed at Jay to stop, Jay kept breaking things and yelling, my aunt was in the corner praying, but then there was a knock at the door and everyone got quiet. The knock came again, and my aunt yelled, âânow what the hell could it be?!ââ She went to the door and a black woman and white man were at the door.â I chuckled and smiled at Leno, âand guess what they said. The white man sounded very flamboyant and said, âWeâre looking for Amya Jean, weâve got a couple of horses waiting outside for her.â And I dashed for the door to see if another prank was being pulled on me, but there it wasâthe portable stable and âAnnieâs Horseback Ridingâ sign stamped on the side. It was right there that I broke down. I curled into a ball and prayed and prayed that Daddy was still coming, no matter what they said. I was curled on my auntieâs kitchen floor rocking back and forth praying that he was driving the horse van, or maybe he would ride through on one of the horses knowing I had hopeâ.â My voice cracked, but I choked back the tears. âI prayed that they were all lying.â I scoffed a little and a tear still made it through. I wiped my nose then sat up straight. âBut he wasnât coming. My Daddy really made the plans to come, yet he was taken from me, on my special day.â âI donât have a dad, Leno. I donât. I had one, and he was taken away from me. Iâve asked God a million times afterwards why did He take my Daddy? Why did He take Marco? And now the little pieces of my family puzzle I have left Heâs trying to take them too. Iâm getting so fed up I just want to ask havenât you taken enough?â âI donât have anybody, Leno. Jay is all I have. I cry sometimes because I worry about what Iâd do without him.â Leno looked taken back by what I said, but exhaled and stood up. âYouâve always got me Mya. I need to go now though.â I grabbed his arm, âLeno, no wait I didnât mean it that way â.â âWell how else did you mean it, Mya? I know thatâs your brother, but when will you understand that Jay walks his own path, and you should learn to do so too.â He pulled his arm from me. âWhatâs that supposed to mean, Leno?â He exhaled, as if this is something thatâs increasingly been on his mind. âYou jump at anything Jay tells you to do.â He turned around now towards me. âEven if you complain about it, you still do it.â âLeno, Jay is my last brother, my only brother. Weâre family. You should know how that feels to want to help your family out no matter what it costs.â âSometimes itâs not always worth it Mya. Especially if it costs your life. This life, Mya,â he pointed to the ground, âis an exchange for your life.â âSo what? You turn your back on them when they need you? God, if I couldâve helped my Dad, or Marco, or even Jay I wouldâveâ.â âPicked up a gun? Thatâs what you think solves this shit? Donât you, Mya? You forget what happened to Marco after he retaliated for what they did to Ray? I know it eats my mama up, both of her boys gone. I canât let that be on my momâs conscience. To lose another child to a block thatâs not even ours.â He starts to stand up again, and I have no clue what to do or say to stop the love of my life from walking away forever. I couldnât think which life I wanted to choose, truth be told before today I thought it was so clear. Was I silly for wanting to have my cake and eat it too? No matter what troubles I thought could lurk around the corner, I feared nothing. Now those fears I thought I had conquered are creeping around the corners waiting to take someone else. Jay, or Leno? âLetâs leave together!â He looked at me with confusion. I surprised myself with my abrupt decision. âMya, lookâ.â âI donât want you to drop out of school, and risk all of your opportunities.â âMya, theyâd kill me long before itâs time for graduation.â âTake online classes! Transfer schools! Or something! Just donât walk away with nothing, Leno!â I breathed deeply because I felt myself growing hysterical. âI saw your acceptance letter to Mercer. . . I got accepted too. We can go together.â âMya, what about you? What about your mom? Youâre just going to up and bounce, huh?â He said it sarcastically, but looked me in my eyes. âJust like that?â âLeno, one day weâre kids, the next day weâre adults with responsibilities.â I exhale and look up at the ceiling. A quick flash of my dream passes my mind and I see Daddy, Marco, Ray, us, flying through the evening sky. I remember us all soaring together, and all of a sudden Jay fell, but no one noticed âwe kept pressing on. I blinked away the dream and returned to the kitchen. The digital clockâs red numbers were blurred. âThe thing about this job, is that weâre still losing our shit. We get into this because we see how much our families have lost to this fucked up world, but in turn we lose so much more than what it should cost. Whatâs the point of gaining all of this power if you canât share it with the people you love?â âMya, who is we?â âIâm serious, Leno. I want my family to come too though. Atlanta isnât safe for us anymore. But even if they donât listen, I still have to make that decision to go.â I stand up now to face him. I drag my fingers along his stained collar. âPlease think about it. Give it some time. Let me drop you off at your house, but just donât tell me ânoâ without thinking about it.â He looked at me and nodded his head, and with that we departed. The drive to his house was silent, although it wasnât actually silent. There was just so much to say, we couldnât start with how to say it. I looked at the clock and exhaled at the evening hour, 6:00 p.m. I didnât want to go back home just yet. The air was too thick, and I feared the looming idea of what could come hold me back from driving home. I texted Leno and said, âthink about it.â And he responded, âI will, mama, I love you.â I then put my phone on silent. I drove to the nearest gas station and laid on the roof of my car for what seemed hours. I watched as the sky blended into hues of bright orange, then yellow, then a little pink, and pondered âwhen did the skyâs blue go,â until something pulled me to drive home. It was dusk as I pulled up to my house. Atlanta police were scattered throughout our driveway and Mama was standing on the front porch with our neighbor holding her, while a policeman talked to her. I slowly peeled myself out of the car. Not wanting to face whether what they were here for was what I was thinking. I slowly began to cross the grass, my knees wobbly. The nimble feeling in my legs resembled the feeling I had when the bullets ripped through Daisyâs glass earlier today. They felt heavy and dragged slowly like molasses, almost like to delay the reality weâd walk into. âMya!â My Mama screamed seeing me cross towards her. âMya!â She screamed again this time hysterically running towards me. âMy baby, Maya! My baby! They took another one of my babies!â She hysterically said through her tears. âMama, no.â I croaked. âPlease God, no.â I said holding my Mama as her weight crashed down on me. The policeman who was originally talking to my mother approached her again. âI know this is hard maâam, but we must ask that you come down to identify the bodies.â The policeman said. Bodies? That canât mean just Jay? Rocko too? All of them?! Mama turned her face to me, âMya, I canât do this again. I canât go down there and see another one of my babies like that.â Her hands trembled in mines; my hands firmly held hers. We saddled into my Dodge Charger and drove downtown to identify Jayâs body. There were at least three corpses: Rocko, Jay, and Demario, another crew member. The gun wound on Jay was centered right between his eyebrows. My mother wailed hysterically, but her tears sounded muffled in the background. My mother heaved all of her weight onto my shoulders the entire way back. I didnât cry, I just drove us home. After Mama took her pills and fell asleep at the t.v., I stowed away to Jayâs room. His bed was still made, and everything was in order. His pictures from high school playing basketball were still on his wall, alongside all of his trophies. One picture, my favorite picture, of me, Marco, and Jay all in the tub together still remained on his nightstand close to his bed. Pictures are so deep for me. They hold so many moments that you can never relive, only retell. I wonder now whoâll tell the story of Jayâs pictures. Jay had told me once that when he went with Mama to identify Marcoâs body, something in him just snapped. I think I now understand what he meant. Rosie was still on Jayâs bed, alongside the polisher and towel he used to keep her looking good. I picked her up and pointed her at the mirror, to see how we look. âIt canât be that hard to work a gun. Just cock this back, aim, then shoot. Pull this, aim, then shoot.â I eyed myself up and down. My curls were flattened on one side. Probably because of Mama laying her head on me, and my mascara was a little smudged. My Forces were dusty with old blood. But, I was me. I held Rosie in my hands and aimed her at the mirror, pretending to bounce back from shooting impact. I kept a hold of the gun, aiming it at the mirror as if I saw a new target lunging at me. I pulled out my phone; the screen displayed 11:57 p.m. My lock screen showed six missed calls from Mama, and even one missed call and a voicemail from Leno. I played the voicemail as I picked up Rosie and the towel and finished where Jay left off. âMya, I thought about what you said and youâre right. So many people I know and loved have died because of this life, and I canât stay confined to what people want me to do or expect me to say about whatâs right and whatâs wrong. I picked up the pieces for Ray, Jay, my Maâ, but I canât keep living my life for them. I need to learn a different world âon my own. I want us to go to Mercer, and I want to leave this life for good, with you by my side. Call me back when you get this messageâ
