RIPPED & READY (PART 24)

RIPPED & READY (PART XXIV)

I was awakened out of a frightening dream by a ringing cell phone.  "D'Andre, your phone is ringing, baby," I said, nudging him trying to wake him.  D'Andre slept like he was dead, and I always hated waking him because he was always so...

"WHAT! NIGGA, DAMN!" he said in a terse tone, trying to keep his arms around me, not opening his eyes.  

Cranky 

"Come on man, wake your red ass up, shit," I said, pushing him back and forth, something he hated to have done to him. 

Finally he sprung up, "HUH?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.  His leg was heavy as hell.  When we were lying down that was cool, but once he sat up, it felt like my legs were being crushed.  

"D'Andre!" I yelled. "Get your heavy ass leg off of me, my damn leg is going to sleep," I said, tickling him under the chin.  

He swatted my hand away, "Stop, nigga!” 

He fumbled around the bed, looking for his phone.  "Hello," he answered, irritated.  

"What! Mom, slow down, what the hell happened?" He said, eyes now wide open, with a panicked look on his face. 

"When?" He asked, scooting over me, and stopping once he got to the corner of the bed.  

"That crazy motherfucking bitch!" he screamed. 

I had started getting scared, wondering what the hell he was talking about.  I moved over to where he was sitting and sat in back of him, wrapping my legs around him, rubbing his back gently.  

Once he hung, he looked at me and said, "Wake those niggas up, we gotta get back down to E.P.A., Denise's crazy is over at the house, slapping moms around," he said, putting on his clothes and shoes in haste.    

"What? That bitch has lost her fucking mind," I told him, shaking Todd and Collin. 

Both of these niggas were just as bad as D'Andre to wake up.  Once they were up, we briefed them on what had occurred.  They started getting dressed as fast as they could.   It was bad enough that this whore is screwing everything with a dick, but it was an entirely different sin when you started hitting somebody's moms.  D was crazy about his moms too, and I just prayed we weren't going to get down there and he did something stupid.

We bid farewell to Darren and Charles, hopped into the car, and made our way down HWY 17 as fast as we could drive without getting pulled over by the long arm of the law.  As we turned onto the court, we saw a crowd had assembled in front of D's crib.  When we stopped, we could see what all the commotion was about, Tootchie was boxing with Denise. We jumped out of the car.

SMACK!

Denise connected to Tootchie's jaw with a jab.  Damn, who knew the bitch could fight?  The hit enraged Tootchie and she started circling around, poised and slightly stooping, like a lioness about to pounce on her prey.  She ran into Denise, and started machine gun punching her in the back of the head.

"You tramp ass bitch, this is the rest of that ass kicking I opened up with on your ass last week, and I'm going to wipe this motherfucking street up with your stank ass, rock gut ass, cum filled pussy, you “got-dayum” trick!" Tootchie yelled. 

Cassey, D's mom, had her hands over her mouth, shaking her head, noticeably frightened.  Right when Denise had broke free from Tootchie's clutches, D'Andre pulled her ass back by her hair, and gritted his teeth and said, "Bitch, you had better be lucky Tootchie got to your trifling ass first, because I was going to knock a mud hole in your ass, you lying, cheating ass cunt," he said, releasing his grip, and pushing her to the ground.

Collin moved in and restrained Tootchie from moving in to kick some more of Denise's ass.  "Naw, girl, that's enough, you done enough for the day," he told her, wrapping his arms around her waist, standing in back of her.  He gave her a peck on the cheek.  She was breathing rapidly, with a look on her face that sent chills down my spine for Denise. 

Finally, justice has been served.  Can we say "Whuppin”?   Can we say "Stompin"?  Naw, let's just straight out call it what it was -- a straight up boxing match and, if Tootchie could've gotten a hold of one them, she would have bit a chunk of Denise's ear off like Tyson did Evander.  Tootchie was notorious for taking chunks of skin off of people. 

Denise walked back over to her lime green Lexus and closed the door. 

Oh snaps!  Wait a minute that is the same Lexus that those four hoods got of that night.  I guess Collin and D had come to the same conclusion, because we all three looked at one another with shock all over our face.  The shit didn't happen because of weed, it happened because of this bitch.  Well, you know that this was far from over. 

Denise had fled the scene before the cops arrived.  Collin asked us not to tell what we knew because he didn't want the cops interfering with family business.  I reluctantly agreed, but D was still on the fence, and Todd just said he wanted to stay out of it, that's all he would need is to get involved in some trouble when he had already been sworn into the Marines. 

Just then, a cab pulls up, and my sister Danita gets out, along with our cousin from Mississippi, Antwon Meyers -- he was related to us on my pops' side of the family and can we say flaming?  This boy had so much sugar in his tank that you could get diabetes just by watching him walk, and hearing him talk. 

Fuck!

I wanted to click my heels together three times and get the fuck out of GOZ (that's ghetto and OZ combined).  

Where's a motherfucking tornado when you needed one.  

Oh, double snaps, I forgot, Danita just got home....