Thug Jail Brother (Part 49)
MEMO TO SELF: ...

Nothing good can come out of this, trust me; I can mess up a wet dream. I stand up and look in the medicine cabinet and get my bottle of Oxycodone and I empty the whole bottle in my hand. Ahmad wants to know what I am doing and I tell him that I am just going to take care of my pain. Ahmad says open the fucking door Jason, open the door. I can hear his voice but I can’t move and slowly I dose off to sleep. At some point I wake up to Ahmad slapping me in the face and putting his finger down my throat.  That fool then tore down the bathroom door and got his finger down my throat and I am vomiting all over the place. The problem is I did not take the pills; I flushed them down the damn toilet and I left the empty bottle on the sink. I am trying to tell him be he to busy making me throw up, I was kind of funny, I was trying to tell him but I couldn’t with his finger down my throat. Finally, I told Ahmad that I did not take the pills and we both had a laughed and then he slapped the shit out me and told me to stop playing fucking head games.

He got in bed and boy the old Jordan River was chilly and cold. I knew I was in trouble when I started drinking, I do not hold liquor real well at all. I told Ahmad I was sorry and I tried to kiss him and he said not with your stinky ass breath and rolled over and went to sleep. I really could not sleep because my throat is really sore, I just needed to think and pray. I actually got up out of the bed and went to the family room. I turned out the lights, put on some slow jams and crawled up in my favorite chair. I just wanted to think and get my head straight. While I was sitting in the family room Malek came home and I said hello and Malek was startled. He came into the room and we started talking, it has been a while since we have had a chance to talk. Of course my first question was, what was the outcome of his last HIV test and he said the test came back negative. Then I asked Malek why he was having unprotected sex with Lady Moe. First he tried to look like what are you talking about, but he did say well I got caught up in the moment. I thought you learned your lesson with Lora Michaels, yeah I thought I did to. He wanted to know when the funeral was and I said tomorrow evening. He went on to say that he miss his time with me and he hope that know matter what happens that we can still be friends.

I dose of to sleep and when I awake Malek is asleep at the foot of the chair, I crawl over him and go to the bedroom. Ahmad is awake and looking at TV, he asks how is my boy friend and I start laughing. I tell Ahmad that he has nothing to worry about, Malek and I are just friends and that is it. He said, oh you guys look so cozy with him sleeping at your feet like a puppy. We both start laughing, Ahmad wants to know what time I am leaving for funeral and tell him about 10:00 am. How are you getting to New York, shit I know where this is going. Either by train or I am driving, do you mind if I come with you? I knew this was coming, now I have to convince him that I won’t have time to hang with him because I have some business to take care of. Ahmad says that is fine because he just want to eat, shop and sleep. I am thinking, damn what about my dinner with Dr. Manny, how in the hell can I pull this off. I give in and let Ahmad go with me to New York, but deep down inside and really wanted to journey alone.

We leave my house and go to Ahmad’s so that he can get some clothes. He parks and asks me to come in and I say I will wait in the car. I did not want to run into his ex-wife Beverly Michelle, after about an half and hour the door open and who is it but, Beverly Michelle. She comes out to the car and says, baby how come you did not come in, I made a lame ass excuse about having to make some calls. She tells me to get my ass out of the car and come on in, surprisingly she was really friendly. We get in the house and she shows me around, her room is on one end of the house and Ahmad’s is on the other. Ahmad says that I am glad you came in, Beverly offers me some breakfast and let her know that we won’t have time for breakfast. Beverly tells me to comeback another time and she will cook for me, she says, I am a southern girl and I can throw down honey. We leave for New York and we are there in a record three hours, Ahmad’s ass drives crazy. He gets us a suite at the Trump International Hotel Tower, this had to be sitting him back a few bucks of course he says that anything for my baby. I like Ahmad a like but, I am not sure he is hard enough for me, he is sort of touchy feely. But, he is just so freaking nice, what’s a boy to do. 

We check in and I unpack and Ahmad comes over and kisses me on my lips and slide that tongue in between my thick lips. Man he has a tongue like a snake that thing was sucking on my tonsils. I tell Ahmad to keep the bed warm, should be back after 8:00 tonight. I go down to the lobby and get a cab to the record company. I get to the office and meet with Mac D and he asks about Ms. Sheba and I tell him that things are the same. We talk business for an hour and he thanks me for handling the Malek thing on the low. Then out of the blue he says, what’s up with him anyways, think you can introduce us. I was like sure, I can take care of that, now Mac D has never talked to me about things like this. We head out for the services and ride in Mac D’s custom built, chauffeur driven Cadillac Escalade. We arrive at the church and there are a lot of people waiting to get in to the services. We are escorted right into a side door, the services begin and a few of the artist from our company is singing.   Several people get up to speak and talk about their relationship with Lora. Mac D, gets up and thanks Lora’s mother for bringing such a wonderful daughter into the world. I look to the back of the church and who do I see Malek and Lady Moe, they are sitting all the way in the back of the church. 

I am like I told this fool not to bring his black ass to the funeral, he got his nerves. Lora’s mother gets up to speak and she breaks down and says I am going to miss my baby, I loved her so much. Then out of the blue she says, I need to get this off my chest, my daughter did not die from cancer. Mac D, grabbed my leg so hard that I think he broke a few bones, I setup on the edge of my chair.  Damn, someone is blowing my phone up and then I get a text message from The Prophet, I look down and it says Ms. Sheba is awake. That is just like the girl, interrupting a good story. Lora’s mother says he killed my daughter, we are all looking around like who is she talking about. She points to the back of the church, it looks like she is pointing right at Malek. Just then the church goes silent, she says, that’s right Mr. Basket Ball himself killed my daughter. Mark Ewing was just sitting in the back of the church in a black suit and some dark shade, he also had a phine young boy is on his side. Mark and Lora had been lovers for years and she really loved that boy, but Mark was on the DL. Trust me I know by first hand experience, well let me put it this way, like my boy Taye would say, I know him in a scriptural way.

I give Mac D my cell phone so he can read the message and this fool holler praise the Lawd. Everyone in the church turns and look at us, then the attention goes back on Mark. I whisper to Mac D that I wish Ms. Sheba was here because we would all be crying and rolling on the floor about now. I am like oh my Lawd, her daughter are trying to drag her away and she says no, leave me alone because the truth needs to be told. That bastard killed my daughter, he is a switch hitter, a punk and he killed my daughter. She is dead because you where not honest, you killed her and I hope you die and go to hell.

To Be Continued…

Malek Ariel, aka MA

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