Friends Are Foes 2By: Natalie Sade
“Fuck I’m supposed to do for two hours?” he wanted to know.
“Go to the house. Sasha is there,” I told him.
“Y’all swear y’all are BFF’s,” he joked.
“Don’t hate. And don’t be jealous, you got all my attention tonight.” I promised.
“I better,” he said and we disconnected.
I had an appointment with Mr. Smith tonight. After hearing Raekwon’s voice I wanted to turn around and head home. But I needed to make this quick money.
I decided that the least I could do was make dinner for Tika. She came to my house a week ago and told me that Greg had been caught. It was the best news I had gotten in so long. I tried to stay in Corsicana, but it didn’t feel like home anymore. I knew bad things happened everywhere, but for that to happen in a place I called home was crazy to me. It made me paranoid. Tika saw that, and asked me to come stay with her. She acted like she needed me, but I knew she was just worried about me.
I put the chicken in the oven to bake, and then went to take a quick shower. As I got dressed I thought I heard the front door open.
“Chill, Sasha,” I said to myself. I knew my paranoia was kicking in. Then I heard something else. I froze. What the fuck? I looked at the bed. There was the gun and the Taser. I chose the gun, because in order to use the Taser, I would have to be closer to them. A million thoughts ran through my mind. How did he get out? Did he send a family member? Didn’t they know that even without my testimony he was going down?
I grabbed the gun and slowly walked out of the room. He was moving around the house, looking for me, I guess.
“Why the fuck are you here?” I yelled with the gun to his head. I knew it was Greg. Why would they let this muthafucka out? Didn’t they know he would come and find me?
“Sasha, what the fuck,” he said raising his hands slowly.
“Get the fuck out!” I yelled. I didn’t care if he jumped off of the patio, he just had to get out. The only way to get back out of the front door, was to pass me. But that wasn’t happening. I was so scared. My heart was beating out of my chest. I didn’t want to kill him, even after all he had done, but I would.
“Get the fuck out,” I yelled and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. I looked at the gun. Did Tika set me up? She knew this was a fake gun. I was in complete panic mode.
“Sasha, chill, it’s me. It’s Raekwon,” he said. “Sasha, Sasha,” he called. He turned to face me and was shaking me. I looked up confused. How did Raekwon get here? How did Greg turn into Raekwon? Oh shit. It was never Greg. It was Raekwon the whole time. I could have killed him. Tears began to gush down my face.
“It’s me, it’s Raekwon, Sasha.” He said and took the gun from me. He pulled me into his arms. I cried into his chest as he rubbed my back. When I had gotten myself together I pulled back.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“It’s a good thing the safety was on, you tryna kill a nigga,” he joked.
“I’m so sorry. I thought…”
“I know, it’s all good.” He told me.
“Are you gon’ tell Tika?” I laughed.
“I can keep the breakdown a secret, but I gotta tell that you tried to kill me.” He was still trying to lighten the mood.
“I’m so embarrassed,” I whined.
“It’s cool, Sasha. You’ve been through a lot.” He told me. I headed to my room. I needed a few minutes to get myself together. Afterwards I went to the kitchen to finish cooking.
“It’s about time.” Raekwon said jumping up off the couch when Tika walked in the house.
“Damn, it smells good in here,” she said.
“I know, and she won’t let a nigga eat until you do,” he complained.
“That’s right, boo.” She said with a smile. She made her way to the kitchen and gave me a hug.
“You know I got you. How was work?” I asked.
“Work,” she huffed, “Did you eat?” she asked me.
“Not yet,” I answered.
“Why? Sasha, you haven’t eaten all day.”
“It’s cool. I snacked a little,” I told her.
“Do y’all want to be alone?” Raekwon joked.
“Don’t be jealous,” Tika laughed.
“Let me fix my plate, and then y’all can have some alone time.” I joked. After I made my plate, I went to my room to retire for the night.
Raekwon and I had broken up. Truthfully I was tired of his shit. It always felt like I was second best. He wanted Tika, so cool, he could have Tika. I wasn’t fooled by that bitch. Everyone seemed to think she was this young, fly, successful woman. I knew better. That bitch didn’t have a degree, so how in the fuck was she driving an Audi, living in a brick home, and taking trips around the world? Something was fraud about that bitch. I didn’t know what it was exactly, but I did know that what was done in the dark always came to light.
“Mama,” my seven-year-old daughter, Malaysia, called.
“Yea, baby?” I said looking up at her.
“Can we go outside and play?”