Youngblood

Chapter 2

At California's State Penitentiary...…..

Cameron

            I was getting into a taxi.  I had just got out after serving five years.  I am thirty-one-year-old Cameron Wilson.  "Where to sir?"  Asked the driver.  "Compton."  I couldn't wait to get to my eleven-year-old niece, Tasha.  Her mother, my sister Shaniyah, was dead now.  It ate me up I couldn't go to her funeral.  My niece was being bounced around from foster home to foster home.  I missed them both so much.  They were all I had, besides my mom.  It wouldn't take me long to find her.

            The entire two hours and twenty-eight-minute ride home I sat in the back seat thinking about my next moves.

 My father was Randy Wilson.  He was partners with Marvin before he turned on him and had him killed.  I wasn’t exactly sure why.  They had been partners since before I was born. They both ran San Francisco.  My dad had the rep of a crazy lunatic with a temper.  Me being his son and following in his footsteps I inherited his reputation.

My father had been dead for five years now.  He was killed six months after I went to prison.  I went because I got caught with over fifty thousand dollars of drugs and weapons.  As it turned out my dad had set up the sting with a detective who worked for him.  He knew I wouldn’t let him take the charge.  He later explained to me that he did it to keep me alive.  He knew Marvin was going to kill him and then come for me.  Since he had half of San Francisco’s police department in his back pocket, he knew I was safer locked up than on the streets.

 We were just outside of San Francisco when I directed the driver to a familiar house.  I looked at the overgrown grass as I made my way up the sidewalk to the front door.  I looked at the porch swing I use to play on as a kid with my sister and watch the neighborhood with my parents.  I tried to peak into the window, but it was covered with five years of dust. 

“Cameron?”  I spun around to see our next-door neighbor, Mrs. Locus standing on the sidewalk.  “Oh, my goodness you are huge!”  I couldn’t help but smile at her as I walked over to her.  “And still fine as hell!”  I laughed as she hugged and kissed me.  “Run away with me.”  She said making me laugh as she held on to me.  “Nobody has to know.”  I laughed again as she smiled at me.  “Mrs. Locus, we have talked about this already.  I don’t know if I can keep up with you.”  “Baby, what do I always tell you?”  I looked at her as she opened the front door for me.

 She and my mom were friends, and she the spare key to the house.  “We always start slow.”  I fell out laughing as we made our way into the house.  I looked around at the recently cleaned house as bleach invaded my nostrils.  “I kept the inside up for her but that outside looks scary.”  I walked over to the key holder and grabbed the keys to my truck.  “Where’s Mom?”  I asked as she uncovered the furniture.  “New York.”

I looked at her in shock.  “Since when?”  She looked at me.  “About two and a half years now.”  “Where’s Tasha?  Did she go too?”  “I don’t think so.  She wasn’t here when your Auntie came and got her.  You didn’t know?”  I shook my head.  “When was the last time you heard from anyone?”  I thought about it for a moment. 

The last person I talked to was Shaniyah, and that was a few weeks before she died. She was telling me Tasha was going to be staying with mom for a while.   She was going through it with Ryah and did not want her to get hurt.  The next news I heard from one of the guards was she was murdered by Ryah. 

“Almost three years?”  I said trying to push down the fast-rising anger beginning to blow its way out.

 Ryah and I had a score to settle.  She had killed my sister and left my niece motherless.  People wanted me to believe she was dead, but I knew she was being a coward and hiding.  When I found her, she was going to feel every ounce of hurt I felt being lock away and not able to do anything about my sister’s death or being able to say my final goodbyes to her.    

By any means necessary she was going to hurt as much as I loved my sister.  That was my promise to her.