Page 5 of The Hellcat Barbies: Aubree

“Bought the truck four months ago. My mom, sister, aunt, uncle, and nephew run it for me. We post up out here six days a week for six to seven hours a day and make a killing. Yesterday alone, there was a crew doing work on the road. Majority of them ate from the truck. With everybody that stopped by yesterday, I grossed over $2,000 in one day. Imagine doing that or more six days a week.”

I was thankful for the $200 a day I was going to be making, but making $2,000 a day would be much better. Yeah, I could do that with dope, but I wanted to do it the legal way.

“We all know we can’t do this drug shit forever.

And when I said I was going to look out for you, I didn’t mean a few thousand dollars.

I’m going to give you one brick. I’m not fronting you shit.

The only thing you’ll owe me is making some bread to invest in something that will have you financially secure and free. ”

I hadn’t smoked in six years, so the weed that I’d been smoking since being released got me high as shit after only a few tokes.

I exhaled weed smoke while passing the blunt to Nice with a raised brow.

I was high, but I wasn’t tripping. First, he gave me over $4,000, and now he was telling me he was going to give me a brick of coke.

I couldn’t believe it. I had never been a leech a day in my life, but I couldn’t front like having some help wouldn’t be a relief.

Never in life would I have asked Nice to front me any amount of dope let alone a brick.

But if I took the brick he gave along with the two that Ish left behind and all the money I’d collected, there was no way I couldn’t get on my feet.

“I don’t even know what to say,” I replied honestly. Aside from not being a free loader, I’d never been the type to want to feel like I owed anybody anything. I’d pay every dime for the brick before I ever let him son me or treat me like a lil’ nigga.

“You don’t have to say shit,” Nice’s voice was strained due to the marijuana fumes he was holding in his lungs.

“I’m not doing the shit with any ulterior motives.

It’s all love.” One of his phones chimed, and he picked it up and read the message.

“Fuck, I forgot I have to take my shorty some food. Get out and order you something. It’s on the house. ”

Nice hopped out of his car with blunt in hand like it was legal.

I followed him and read the menu posted on the side of the truck while he ordered what he wanted.

By the time he was done, I had decided on a Philly cheesesteak with fries and a slice of strawberry cake.

Nice handed me the blunt, and I got back inside the car.

My ass wasn’t brave enough to be out in the open smoking weed.

As I smoked, I studied the food truck. I never would have thought that Nice would have some legit shit going on, but any street nigga that was smart would.

He damn sure wasn’t a person that I cared to share my desire to start a YouTube channel with science content.

I would need a plan B in case the channel never started to make me money.

I loved science, but I couldn’t put too much time into something that wasn’t paying the bills.

I had come up on three bricks and once they were gone, I wasn’t buying more.

Giving six years of my life to the state was quite enough.

Less than ten minutes later, Nice hopped back into the car with bags of food. I had let the blunt go out, so I wouldn’t smoke it all while he was out of the car. “Yours has the P on it,” he informed me.

“Bet. Thank you.”

I had worked up an appetite boxing, and the weed didn’t help. The Philly cheesesteak was loaded, greasy, and looked messy, so I didn’t want to eat it in his car, but I popped a few fries in my mouth. “This shit smells good as hell,” I marveled, mouth watering for a bite of the sandwich.

“I’m telling you,” Nice grinned with a bob of his head. “This shit is like that. Damn near my entire family can cook. That cake gonna melt in your mouth. Watch.”

Nice must have been in a good mood because he talked a mile a minute.

I had only been around him a handful of times, and he’d never been that talkative.

Nice turned into a nice ass subdivision, and I immediately wondered what kind of female he dealt with.

The houses in the neighborhood were spacious and modern.

Large manicured lawns, expensive cars in the driveways.

The driveway that Nice pulled into had a purple Hellcat parked in it.

“You can come in, so you can eat your food,” Nice jerked his head toward the house. “Shorty cool she won’t mind. She got shot and shit, and I’m just bringing her some food.”

“She got shot?” my interest was definitely piqued.

“Hell yeah. Peep this crazy shit. I’m on a date with shorty, right?

I go to the bathroom. I come out of the restaurant, and she’s out there arguing with a nigga.

We haven’t been kicking it long, so I instantly assume it’s her nigga.

But she swears she doesn’t know him. I start beating his ass, but he was able to get to his gun and shoot her.

She got hit in the shoulder. Turns out, the nigga was fucking with her twin sister, and the sister did him dirty. He shot the wrong twin.”

“Got damn,” I mumbled. “That’s some ghetto soap opera type shit.”

“Feel me?” Nice shook his head as he grabbed the bags of food and got out of the car.

I followed Nice to the door with my food in hand ready to fuck it up. “I got somebody with me, bae. You know I’m not staying long. This my homie, Brasi.” Nice stated as he stepped over the threshold of the home.

I parted my lips ready to speak and locked eyes with her. My stomach twisted as she eyed me with shock on her face. “Hi,” she stated in a small tone.

“What’s up?” I mumbled wishing I had stayed in the car.

Aubree was the chick that Nice was dealing with.

The world was too fucking small. I used to love the hell out of Aubree.

Shit, maybe I still did. She was the first female that I ever loved, and prison took that away from me.

No matter how much she promised me that she only wanted me, when I found out I was facing a maximum of eight years, I refused to set myself up for heart break.

Since she wouldn’t leave me on her own, I did some fuck shit to push her away from me.

I confessed to Aubree that she was the only woman that I’d ever kissed because I didn’t just put my mouth on anyone and a person had to be special for me to do that shit.

There was a chick, Alyssa that had a crush on me.

While I was out on bond waiting for my court date, I was out on the strip one night chilling.

Alyssa came over to talk to me, and I spotted Aubree and her friends over Alyssa’s shoulders.

On some dumb shit, I slobbed Alyssa down right there.

That shit probably hurt Aubree more than if I had sex with Alyssa.

I felt like shit after I did it, but I wasn’t about to let shorty throw away years of her life waiting on me. That wasn’t an option.

“How you feel?” Nice stopped in front of her and was peering down in her face as I walked past him.

She hadn’t even invited me to have a seat, but I wasn’t about to watch them make googly eyes with one another.

There was so much gossip on the yard that most guys that were locked up heard at least one story about the woman that they were in love with.

I’d heard Autumn’s name on the yard a few times, but I never heard Aubree’s name.

She was a good one, but I knew that before I went in.

Which was the reason I refused to let her wait on me. Six years of her life was too much.

“I feel pretty good. The pain isn’t that bad today.”

“That’s what’s up. Eat your food before your fries get cold.”

I sat down on the couch with a tight chest. My appetite was gone, but I unwrapped my sandwich anyway because I needed something to focus on other than Aubree and the fact that she was dealing with Nice.

I had never considered him a friend, but the man gave me money and offered me a brick.

It wouldn’t matter if I had fucked with her first. I couldn’t fuck with her while she was dealing with him.

Maybe it was audacious of me to assume that I could fuck with her at all.

Me kissing Alyssa on the strip had accomplished what I needed it to, because Aubree never spoke to me again after that.

She didn’t come to any of my court dates or write me while I was down. Which I didn’t expect her to.

One would think after six years I’d be over her.

That I’d feel indifferent knowing that she was fucking with Nice, but that wasn’t the case.

I was pissed that I didn’t come home to her.

Pissed that I couldn’t caress the side of her face and kiss the spot on her shoulder that hurt.

Six years later, and Autumn was still doing dumb shit that affected Aubree in a negative way.

I gave no fucks about Aubree and Autumn being identical twins.

I knew Aubree’s mannerisms, her voice, and the way she said certain words like the back of my hand.

I wasn’t sure how often they switched places and tricked people, but it didn’t work on me.

I knew she wasn’t Aubree, and I wasn’t setting myself up for the okie doke.

When Aubree found out she was pissed, and I didn’t blame her.

We made it through that trial and two months later, I caught a drug charge.

I wanted what was best for Aubree. Always had, and I always would.

Denying herself of possibly meeting her soulmate and maybe having kids was something I’d never stand in the way of her for her.

Aubree deserved the world, and if I couldn’t give it to her, then I’d set her free, so she could find the man that could.

Nice definitely had the money to spoil her.

The Philly cheesesteak was good, but I barely tasted it.

I forced the food down while Nice acted all lovey dovey with Aubree.

At one point, I didn’t even know I was clenching my jaws until they began to ache.

I couldn’t believe I was fuckin’ jealous.

The weed we’d smoked had my lids heavy, but it wasn’t doing enough to numb the negative emotions that had my body temperature rising.

Finally, Nice was ready to go, and I couldn’t have been happier.

As I stood and walked to the door, I avoided eye contact.

Aubree was the past. And I had to get over her.