Sh!t Just Happens

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Poppie

Waking up in a different place was a welcomed feeling, anything was better than waking up in my rundown apartment. I would either had to cover myself up from a roach or a mouse, running across me in the middle of the night. It’s not like it happened every night, just the fact that it happens is enough honestly.

And waking up next to a fine, ass man in a hotel room was absolutely fucking phenomenal. Austin turned over and slowly opened his eyes.

“Good Morning Beautiful,” he said, smiling and rubbing his eyes. It was wonderful hearing a gorgeous man calling me beautiful. He made it believable.

“Morning,” I said, turning towards him. “How did you sleep?”

“I slept well,” he said, scooting over and wrapping his arms around me. “Don’t think you leaving me this soon. You ain’t about to dip out.”

I smiled, he wanted me to hang out. “Nah, I’m good. I have nothing planned for today.”

“A’ight, cool,” he said before he planted a kiss on me.

He cuddled closer to me, both of us still naked. I could feel his soldier growing between us.

“So what you wanna do today?”

“You,” he said bluntly. I turned and looked at him as he held my hand and laced my fingers with him.

“As you wish,” I responded. He kissed me deeply and we started our morning round of sex.

Austin and I hung out a good portion of the time he was in town. He was in Chicago for about 2 weeks and we went everywhere together. He would pick me up from work and I would stay over to the hotel instead of going home. Good thing I didn’t have a pet, it would have died.

After Austin flew back to Miami, Shayla had another ‘Play Party’. I’m glad she had other people she could depend on because I got sick shortly after Austin left and I was in no shape to‘Play’. It was all good though, I was financially straight, thanks to Austin

I guess it comes in handy to have a baller even if he was semi-pro. He made sure I had enough money so that I didn’t have to participate in those parties for a while. He knew how I made my extra money, he didn’t mind but yet he did in the long run. He was acting like he didn’t want me to hook up with anyone but we weren’t in that type of relationship and I don’t do that long distance bullshit, that never works. Fuck that, if my guy ain’t here, I can’t be with him.

Anyway, while I was down with what I was told was a version of Covid, Shayla and Mike held the parties. Everything was good from what Shayla was telling me, they were making some ends which meant Christmas would be good and New Years would be off the chain, but then - shit hit the fucking fan.

I was rudely awakened by banging on my door, like it was the cops trying to bust in my fucking place. I jumped out of bed, looking at a hot mess, grabbed my robe and went to the door.

“What the fuck?!” I said opening the door to Tanya and Stephanie.

‘Poppie! Girl yo’ ass need to answer the fucking phone.” Tanya said walking into the apartment.

“Bitch, I have covid! What the fuck do I need to answer the fucking phone for?” I yelled back at her. Stephanie had stopped at the door and covered her mouth.

“Bitch, did you hear what she said? She got fucking covid!” Stephanie yelled at Tanya. Tanya spun around and looked at me, covering her mouth.

“Oh Shit, I forgot! Shit! Shit! Shit!”

“What the fuck is going on?” I said, grabbing a mask and putting it on my face. “There’s masks in the box by the door.” I said as I pointed towards the box sitting on the window sill.

“Biiiiiiitch,” Tanya said as she put on her mask and walked into the living room. “Mike and Shayla got busted!” My eyes grew big.

“What the fuck? How?”

“The house got raided. Apparently they had been watching Mike for a while when he would get his packages. They got some shit on him for real.” Stephanie said as she sat down on the couch.

“What the fuck! Dude, are you fucking serious?”

“I wish I wasn’t, but yep, they got hit up about an hour ago. We were on our way over and when we hit the block, cops were everywhere. They had people lined up out on the street, getting into the back of da wagon.”

“Shit, that’s fucked up. So they holding Shayla too?”

“Yeah, for now. They might let her go. Mike most likely will tell them it was all him so she could get out.”

“Yeah, but she knew about all that shit going on. I think they had an undercover somewhere in the house letting them know about what was going on upstairs too.”

“You think?”

“Shit yeah, I would have thought you were a plant, but I’ve known you’re light-skinned ass since you were little,” she laughed. I shook my head. Damn, Shayla was locked up. I picked up my phone - I had a few missed calls from Austin. I’m sure he was trying to make sure I was okay and if I had heard about what happened to Shayla.

Just as I was about to put my phone down, it rang. It was Austin again.

“Hello?” I answered quickly.

“Oh shit, good you are okay." He huffed. "I was worried about you. Did you hear what happened to Mike and Shayla?”

“Yeah, Tanya and Stephanie just came over and told me. I was knocked the fuck out.”

“How are you feeling? I’m sorry I can’t be there to take care of you.”

“I’ll be okay. I wish you were here too,” I smiled at the fact that he wanted to take care of me.

“Well, let me call around and see what they are gonna face and I’ll get back with you.”

“A’ight cool,” I said, putting the phone down. “That was Austin, he said he was gonna call around and see what charges they are gonna get.”

“Shit, Mike’s gonna stay for sure. He had so much shit in that motherfucking place it was ridiculous. You already know, Poppie.”

I did. I knew he had a lot of shit. He had a room upstairs just for his packages alone.

“Fuck!” I yelled.

“Well, keep your phone close, just in case she calls you. We ’bout to go so we can find out if she’s gonna get out.” Tanya said walking to the door.

“Okay, keep me posted.” I said as they walked out the door.

Shit is fucked up. I was always worried about some shit like that, getting caught up with the cops and shit. I can’t stand cops, they be shady as fuck. Just because I hang out with Black people and I may sound culturally different, they look at me as if I’m trash. It makes no sense how humans treat other humans. We all bleed red blood, but they don’t give a fuck if you don’t fit their ‘standard’. You are considered a lost cause, a joke to society and looked upon as someone who basically has no say because I don’t look, talk, or date the people they expect from me being a little white girl. People are people and they need to get the fuck over it.

This was the last thing I expected to happen with Shayla and Mike. I knew it was a possibility but I didn’t expect it to happen honestly. Wishful thinking I guess. Fuck! I thought, I hope Shayla is okay.

I laid back down with my phone next to me and fell back asleep. This fucking covid had me down because a Bitch did not wake up until the next day. My phone had died, thank goodness I had a personal leave from work due to Covid. I had to test negative before I could be offered any assignments. I was good, though I just needed to get better.

As soon as I connected my charger, I received all of the text messages and voicemails that I had received. I had received a message from Austin that he had something delivered for me. I opened my front door and there was a huge gift basket with fruits and goodies, balloons and a card. It was an Edible Arrangements basket. I picked it up and placed it on my table. This man was incredible.

I called him to thank him for the basket, but he didn’t pick up. I figured he was busy, so I just left a message. I checked all of my messages, which were a bunch from Tanya asking me if I had heard from Shayla.

I took a chocolate covered strawberry from the basket and scrolled through my messages and calls. Then my phone rang, it was Tanya.

“Wassup?”

“So, Mike is getting charged with everything but they had Shayla on charges of having prostitutes, and saying their house was abrothel- whatever the fuck that is,” she said sounding disgusted.

“That’s just a whore house.” I defined

“Oh,...well shit! Then that’s what the Bitch had! But the girls weren’t whores, Y’all was some classy bitches,” she said, sounding angry.

“Well did they say they were keeping her?”

“Nah, they letting her out with a court date. Thing is she ain’t got no place to go. My momma had to get her out of jail so Shayla is going to stay with my momma for a while.

“Fuck! For real?” Damn, that put me in a bad spot. I mean, Austin gave me some money to hold me over, but it wasn’t going to be enough to hold me over like that though. Shit, I was banking on making some ends so I could get out of this place. Shayla was gonna help me with the deposit and shit, now I everything is fucked.

“Yup. She coming to get her and then they driving back to Texas in the morning.” Tanya said, sounding disappointed.

“Damn, I wish she didn’t have to leave, but I ain’t got no place for her to stay either. I barely got a place for me.”

“I feel you on that Sistah. Shit, well I figured I would let you know what went down and I’ll holla at you later.”

“A’ight, later.” I said hanging up the phone.

Shit, my girl leaving me and going to Texas of all places.

You can’t even smoke weed in Texas, that shit ain’t even legal.