“Got damn, bitch,” I choked and decided to hit it again.
“I’m pregnant,” she said, and my eyes bucked wide as hell. I looked up towards the front, and the fellas were too busy whispering about their own problems to be concerned with what was going on back here. I looked back over at Alaska, and she looked so damn scared. There goes that feeling again; I thought, as I looked through the back window. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, but I just didn’t feel right. I pulled at my shirt, suddenly feeling hot.
“Cuba, did you hear me?” Alaska said a little too loud, because Rue’s nosy ass was now looking dead at us through the rearview mirror as he drove. As soon as he took his eyes back to the road, I looked over at Alaska, and she had tears running down her face.
“Damn, I know Bry be fucking up, but I didn’t know it was that bad,” I said to her, and she shook her head.
“Remember the guy I started telling you about the other day. The one I said I was falling in love with…”Alaska started, but her words were cut off when the glass from my window shattered. It seemed that every time she brought dude up, we were somehow rudely interrupted. We all ducked down, shielding our heads, but for Bry, it was too late. I briefly looked up as his head bounced forward hitting the dashboard, and then, to the side before it rested against the passenger’s side window.
I saw the blood, but I didn’t even have time to completely process what was going on before I felt the car nicking something in the road and flipping over. Both Alaska and I were jerked around a few times before the car finally came to a stop.
“Fuck! Y’all okay? Cuba!” Rue called out from the front of the car, but I was slow to come to. My head was spinning, and my leg was on fire. It didn’t feel like it was broken or anything like that, but I was too out of it to tell.
“Aye, yo, Bry?! My nigga, you good?” Rue asked him, and although I knew that he was no longer with us, I held onto my breath and waited, hoping that he would say something.
“Bryson!” Alaska screamed. Her voice was jittery, but for the most part, she seemed okay. I grabbed at her hand, and she squeezed mine and held it inside of hers. “Bryson!”
“My nigga! Say something, bro!” Rue yelled, his voice shaky. He reached over to shake Bryson, causing his whole body to fall forward.
Screechhhh!
“Get out the car, get out the car,” Rue barked panicky just as bullets began to rain our way.
“Alaska, get out!” I screamed at her, but she didn’t budge.
We were posted up in the middle of the damn street, but we weren’t dead, and I wasn’t about to lay down without putting up a fight. Luckily, we had landed back on all four wheels and wouldn’t have any issues getting out this muthafucka. I climbed over Alaska, quickly pushed the door open, and brought her ass along with me. I could tell she was in a state of shock, but we had to get the fuck up outta here before we were all dead.
As soon as I looked up, Rue was running around the car towards us, but the bullets that hit his back took him down to the ground. My eyes bucked, as I let Alaska go and ran towards him. I could feel the tears as they ran from my eyes and down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe this shit was happening to us right now, but this was how it was in the streets. That good bullshit never came without a good dose of karma.
“Rue, get up,” I yelled at him just as the gunfire had seemed to cease. Once I made it over to Rue, I rolled him onto his back, and immediately, he looked into my eyes. I could see that he was scared, and I didn’t know if I should be too. I didn’t know if he would make it, but I knew one thing was for certain, and that was I was willing to die with him. Shit, what was life without Rue in it, and I no longer gave a fuck about anything going on around me at that point. Fuck ducking and dodging bullets; they needed to take me, too. “Rue!”
“Cuba, help me get him out of the car,” Alaska cried, snapping me out of my reverie. It seemed that she had come to and was finally aware that shit was going down, but what she was fighting for, no longer mattered. I loved Bry like a brother, but that nigga was dead, and my Rue was all I was concerned about.
“Cuba, baby, I love you….and…I know you love your nigga, but you and Alaska… need to go. Sounds like them boys is close,” Rue breathed out, and I looked around, because he was right.
I could hear the sirens, Alaska crying over Bry’s dead body that she managed to drag out of the car, and the music from the shooters’ car, as they began to flee from the area. Although, I was ready to die if I had to, I was starting to second guess that thought when the shooters’ car came to a halting stop, and the muthafucka in the backseat jumped out and barged in our direction. I thought maybe he was coming to finish Rue off, but when he headed for Alaska, my heart stopped. He grabbed her by her hair and dragged her away from Bry. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Slowly, I crept away from Rue to try to get to Alaska, but I was quickly grabbed up by another nigga that I didn’t even see coming.