Chapter 24

Boss

The first thing I noticed when we pulled into the driveway was the front door: it had been kicked in. I got an instant flashback of the day I found Jazz after Ren raped her; that nigga was still number one on my most wanted list.

I jumped out of the truck while it was still in motion and rushed towards what was left of the front door.

“Meesha!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “Baby, where you at?”

The house was fucked up. There was a stinking-ass stream of piss on the carpet and all over the furniture. Our flat screen TVs were ripped off the walls, my all-in-one HP computer was smashed, and so was Meesha’s Dell laptop. I was pissed, but that material shit could be replaced. The only thing that really mattered was finding wifey; as long as she was alive, we could start over.

When I finally made my way upstairs, I found an even bigger mess. Our mattress was sliced damn near in two halves, all the furniture in our bedroom was smashed and broken, and shit was thrown everywhere - but still no Meesha. I started to wonder if they had my baby, and the thought drove me crazy. When I bent down to look under the two parts of a mattress that used to ve hat usebe one bed, I noticed something shiny on the bathroom floor. The closer I got, the worse it looked. There was glass everywhere, and when I rounded the corner and got the full picture, I noticed that the entire shower door was gone.

“Pee-Wee!” I hollered for my cousin. “Pee-Wee! Nigga, I need yo help!”

He was there within seconds. I saw his face when he first laid eyes on Meesha; he thought the same thing I did: he thought she was dead.

“She breathin’?”

“I don’t know...I’m too fuckin’ scared to check.”

“Boss...” Meesha’s weak voice cried out for me. “Boss, it hurts.”

I got busy and started picking shards of glass off her back. She was bleeding like crazy, but I couldn’t get her to a hospital until I could first get her out of the shower. Pee-Wee joined in without me even having to ask him. Even though he cut his hands a dozen times, he didn’t stop trying to help me get her free. Meesha was perfectly calm and still. She was the only thing keeping me calm; if she died, she might as well have taken me with her. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I prayed to the God I’d given up on years ago. After everything He put me through, He owed a nigga one...all I needed was one.