The one that had grabbed Alaska left her sitting where she was and made his way over to Bry. When he pointed his pistol at my nigga, I knew he was about to do him dirty. Shit was fucked up ‘cause Bry was already gone. What was the point of that? When he pulled the trigger, Alaska jumped up and ran at him. The shooter turned towards her, forcing her to stop and back away from him. I panicked. His face was fully covered, but… the way his eyes bored into Alaska made me rethink what this was all about. I had assumed this was on some payback shit for something Rue and Bry had done. They stayed ganking some dope boy’s shit, and Rue had always told me that, one day, his time would come, and for that reason alone, I tried to stay ready, but shit, I wasn’t prepared for this. Especially not anything that involved my sister.
What the hell did Alaska have do with this shit? I pondered, as I watched the shooter stare at her like he was hurt about something.
“Yo nigga, hurry up, and let’s go! I know you hear them sirens,” the one holding me yelled, as he loosened the grip he had around me and finally let me go.
“Alaska!” I yelled out and made my way in her direction. Momentarily, she turned her head to look back at me. Fear was written evidentially in her eyes. I reached my arms out for her to run to me, but instead, she turned away and took her attention back to the shooter that was near her.
He brought his pistol up and aimed it at Alaska. I was only a few feet away from her, but that little distance seemed so far away when he pulled the trigger and bodied my sister right before my very eyes.
***
12 hours later…
“Cuba Lance,” a short, fat, and wide white dude said, as he slammed a stack of papers right next to my head, as I rested it against the table. I picked my head up and looked at him with a frown smeared across my face. I could smell the bullshit seeping through his pores. “My Cuba, my Cuba… what a pretty name for such a pretty young lady. How are you feeling, Ms. Lance?”
“I’m ready to go home. I’ve been here for hours already. Did they say anything about my sister…about Rue?” I questioned, already halfway knowing their fate. Another detective walked in and came and sat beside his partner, but I ignored him and continued asking the questions that I needed some answers to. “Can you tell me why y’all still got me here? Have you talked to my parents? What are they saying about Rue and Alaska?”
“Cuba, I’m detective Jameson with homicide and major crimes, and this is my partner Detective Madison. How are you feeling?” The second detective asked me as he pulled out a pen and pad.
“I’m fine…damn man…just tell me what’s going on. What’s going on with my sister and Rue? They’re dead right,” I panicked and began to cry again. It seemed like that was all I had done since everything had gone down. I didn’t even know why I was asking. I knew they were gone and suddenly became mad that they had left me here all alone. How was I supposed to deal with shit if they were no longer around? I would be so lost without Rue and my sister there to hold me down. I needed them.
“Rue’s going to be fine. His condition was critical, but doctors updated him to stable a few hours ago,” Detective Jameson told me, and I sighed.
“My sister,” I quickly asked.
“She’s…well, she’s not as good. She’s hooked up to machines right now that are breathing for her. Did you know that she was four months pregnant?” Detective Jameson asked, and my eyes dropped to the table, as I went deep in thought. Alaska four months? That couldn’t be possible; I thought, as I wondered why, if she was that far along, tonight the first time she was telling me.
“I knew…she didn’t tell... I knew,” I stuttered. “Is she going to be okay, though?”
“Crazy thing is, the baby survived, and the doctors convinced your parents that Alaska has a slight chance of surviving, and as long as there is oxygen being pumped into her body, her baby has a chance at surviving as well. I guess we shall see,” Detective Madison, nonchalantly, said.
“Okay,” I said, sadly, not really sure how to take any of what he’d just said.
“But we have a problem little lady that we need you to clear up for us,” Detective Madison said.
“Rue is saying that the dope stuffed under the seat belonged to you,” Detective Jameson bluntly stated.
“What?” I questioned. “What dope? Rue would never say that. I don’t know anything about no dope.”
“He also said that he believes you’re responsible for everything that happened out there last night, which would explain why you’re the only one that escaped everything with just a few scratches,” Detective Madison said, before lighting the tip of a cigarette.