The K is for Karma

2.

- T

It was crazy as hell how things work out, I had been keeping an eye on one of the traps that were right around the corner from Pop's old crib for a few days when I saw his daughter walking. It was getting kind of dark so I got out of my car and followed her to make her she was straight, the closer I got to her the more I heard the way shorty was breathing. s**t was wild I reached out to see if she was good and then she passed the f**k out. I hadn't talked to Pop since he got locked up but I knew he'd want me to watch out for her. s**t, that's the least I could do, he took me in and gave me a way to eat when I didn't have s**t. I had never talked to her or anything out of respect for Pop, not that I would ever try and get at shorty but I just knew not to introduce myself to her, there was no need for her to ever meet me. It was best to keep the two worlds separate. 

I sat back on the couch just thinking about everything that had happened in the last few days, I dropped Kota off at my crib about an hour ago and made a few runs, I had to pick up some money from some of the corner boys. Since Pop got jammed up I stepped up and started moving more weight than I had it basically tripled. I wasn't in charge of anything because I was still young as s**t, I was only ten at the time, he put me on, I was now eighteen, and granted I was moving work I was nowhere compared to the older dudes who have been doing this s**t their entire lives. Pop's friend Jay stepped up and took his place, besides Jay and I no one else knew Pop the way we did. Jay was kinda like a big brother to me he gave me a few traps of my own to control and more responsibility. But the thing that made me different from them is the fact that Pop took me under his wing, he showed me the game, I met him when I was only ten years old. My father wasn't s**t but a junky and I never met my dukes. Pop saw me sitting on the side of the street in front of a corner store, he helped me from that day on. He let me stay at one of his traps and schooled me every day on what to do and what not to do. I saw Dakota a few times when he brought her to meetings and things, but the difference between us was that she actually had a father and a childhood. From what I could see back then she was spoiled as hell.

I don't know what the last three years have been like for her though but I could tell s**t was bad as f**k. That reminded me that I needed to go see her moms and handle that s**t today, I didn't really want to be at my crib with her because I didn't know how to interact with her. I mean she was only a year younger than me but the way she was looking was rough as f**k. She was skinny as f**k and looked so weak. I knew I'd have to talk to her sooner or later but right now I wanted to keep my mind off that s**t.

"Aye I'm outta here hit me if yah need anything," I yelled throughout the trap. I got a few responses but most of everyone was busy counting money. I hopped in my whip cranking it up, I made my way through the hood until I got to Pop's old house. I had never been there officially he kept me separate from his home life. I parked my car and leaned my seat back and got comfortable a little, this was the second time that I was sitting on this house. The first time was the night I took Kota to the hospital. I needed to see the way she moved and everyone that was coming in and out of this house. So far all I saw was some old white dude and I knew he wasn't a threat. I waited for a few hours until it got super dark outside. I pulled my hoodie over my head and pulled my gun from the secret compartment I had installed in the floorboards of my car, also grabbing the silencer screwing it into the barrel of the gun double-checking to make sure it was loaded. I c****d it back and made my way to the back of the house.

Walking along the side of the house I could see there was only a little light on that was shinning, I made my way to the back of the house and seen there was a door it prolly leads to the kitchen. I knew Pop would probably be beyond heated if he knew the kind of s**t Kota had been going through. So I was going to end this s**t once and for all, I kicked in the back door the smell of piss and alcohol mixed with garbage hit my in the face instantly, holding my breath I made my way throughout the house I didn't hear s**t which was weird as f**k. The house was dark except for the light that was coming from the bedroom. I crept up the stairs quietly holding my gun close to my side.

I came to the first door and slowly opened it making sure it was empty, opening the door I seen this must have been Kota's old room. There was a small mattress on the floor with nothing else in the room. I knew Pop would never have her living like this, this had to be her mom's doing. Seeing the room made me even madder and just gave me more of a reason to pop her b***h ass. I walked further down the hallway to the room that was lit by the T.V. I kicked to door open and lifted my gun and shooting the old ass man that was asleep on the bed next to her. The noise from the gun woke her up instantly, I shot him directly in the head his brains and blood splattered all over her face.

I could tell she was in shock and didn't know what was going on, I flicked on the light and took the hood off my head. She looked me dead in the eyes and started crying instantly, "shut up bitch." I said. She tried to stop but couldn't control her crying. "Please, please don't kill me, I have a daughter she would be so sad if I died," she said in between crying. I don't know what came over me but I let my anger get the best of me just like the night in the hospital I jumped across the room and hit her in the face with my gun instantly breaking her nose. "DON'T YOU EVER TRY TO CONTACT DAKOTA EVER AGAIN. THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU I WILL f*****g KILL YOU, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR b***h," I said basically growling at her, the look on her face as she held her nose from bleeding let me know she knew I meant what I said.

I jumped off the bed and headed back downstairs to my car, I left no fingerprints or evidence so I knew I wasn't going to call the cleanup crew she could figure out to do with that s**t. I hopped in my car and noticed I had a little blood on my hoodie so I took it off and tossed it in the passenger seat. I was late as hell and Kota hadn't called me so I figured she was prolly fine, I knew she would be safe in my house so I wasn't worried.

I have been seeing this chick Kenny for some time now, it wasn't anything too serious but maybe one day we could make it official, I decided to hit her up and stop threw to get some quick p***y or at least some dome. Before I pulled off I texted her to let her know I'd be threw in fifteen minutes. She hit me back quickly and said she wasn't even at the crib, damn so I guess it was time for me to go home and talk to Kota. I was so bad at all that emotional s**t so I knew talking to her wouldn't be good. If shorty started crying I wouldn't even know how to handle all that. I drove to my crib getting there in no time.

I turned off the car and just sat in the garage for a minute, listening to music and thinking. s**t was just starting to hit me that she didn't have s**t. I mean when I saw her walking the s**t she had on looked small as hell. I wanted her to feel comfortable so maybe if she was up to it we could go grab some clothes and s**t. I needed to talk to Pop soon, so he could help me with this s**t I didn't know how this would turn out but I would give it my best shot. She seemed nice as hell, I just hated how jumpy she was. I would never put my hands on her and would never let anyone hurt her. I wish she would just trust me, the music stopped playing letting me know that I had listened to my whole playlist. I stopped procrastinating and made my way into the house, the house was quiet as hell and no lights were on. I got a little nervous that she might have left I started flicking the lights on in the living room on and seen that she wasn't in there but then looking back towards the front door I seen her slides were still there. I turned off the lights and made my way upstairs, I opened her room door a little making sure not to be too loud, I saw a lump under the covers. Realizing she was probably sleeping I closed the door and went to my room. I undressed and tossed my clothes in the basket, I always had to take a shower after I killed someone I always felt dirty as hell so I quickly showered and put some shorts on. I got in bed and grabbed a blunt I already had rolled out of the nightstand, I sparked it up and smoked and watched basketball until I got tired. I was up till about five then finally decided to go to sleep.

The sun coming in from the window woke me up, I grabbed my phone and seen that it was only noon. But I knew Kota was prolly up by now and I wanted to take her shopping if she was up to it. I stopped and got her pain meds and antibiotics yesterday I know she prolly was hurting, getting out of bed I made my bed and brushed my teeth. Walking out of my room the house was still quite just like last night I at least expected to hear some T.V or something. I went to her room and knocked on the door. "Come in." I heard her little voice say. I opened the door and I saw the bed was made and she was wearing only a white t-shirt. She must have gotten it from the closet in her room I had some extra clothes in here. She was just sitting on the bed not watching T.V. or anything. "How long have you been up?" I asked her as I walked into the room, I could tell she was still a little uneasy being around me, she pulled at the bottom of the shirt to cover more of her legs. "Um since around six or so," she said looking down at her fingers as she played with the bottom of her shirt. Her long curly hair was now big and fluffy falling down over her face a little. "Why didn't you get you something to eat? I told you to make yourself at home, you can watch T.V or do whatever you want. You don't have to be cooped up in this room ya know," I said to her. "Well I did make breakfast I put your plate in the microwave. I wasn't sure if you were going to be hungry or not I'm sorry," she said in a low tone. I wanted her to be comfortable around me but as I could see it was going to take some time. Going to sit next to her on the bed to make her a little more comfortable than just standing over her "Listen K you ain't gotta make me breakfast if you don't want to and please stop saying sorry. I'm not a mean dude and I just want you to feel comfortable here," I said to her looking at her she still hadn't looked up at me. "Here," I said handing her the bag I got from Rite Aid, it had all of her meds in it. "Thank you," she said taking the bag and opening it, and instantly taking one of the pain meds. I could tell she was prolly in so much pain. "I was thinking maybe if you want we could go to the mall and get you some new clothes and shoes and ya know girl things," She laughed when I said girl things, that was the first time I see her smile or laugh since I met her. It was so nice seeing her smile, she actually had a really nice smile she was really cute. "Um yeah, that would be nice, thank-you but umm Tommy I don't have any money." She said getting up from the bed. I stood with her, "Aye come down to the kitchen with me so I can see what you burned in there," I said laughing. The look on her face made me realize she didn't know if I was joking or not. "I'm just joking K, come on girl," I said as we both walked down the stairs into the kitchen. She took a seat at the bar I had, I noticed the whole kitchen was clean and it didn't even look like anyone had been in here. I opened the microwave and seen she made a whole bunch of s**t, the plate had pancakes, toast, bacon, sausage, eggs, and hash browns "Damn ma I guess you can do ya thang then," I said putting the microwave on two minutes. "You must have been hungry," I joked with her as I waited for my food to warm up. We sat at the bar together and talked a little, I mainly asked her questions and she answered. Once I was done eating I cleaned my plate off in the sink and loaded it into the dishwasher." Thank you so much for breakfast K, that s**t was bomb as f**k. But really you don't have to make me breakfast you not my maid. I want you to be comfortable here and feel like this is your home too, I'mma head upstairs and get dressed real quick I'll meet you down here in a sec and we can head out." I said walking up the stair to my room. 

I picked out some basic clothes and quickly put them on I didn't want her to be waiting long I knew she would just end up wearing the clothes I picked up for her, she probably felt a little self-conscious because they were the same clothes she had on from yesterday, but all that was about to change. Going in the back of my closet I unlocked my safe pulling out two stacks of money and stuffing them into my pockets. Looking at myself once more in the floor-length mirror I had I was satisfied with how I looked. Heading down the stairs and seeing her sitting in the living room waiting for me, I thought to myself. Man, she is beautiful. "You ready to go K," I said as I made my way down the last few steps.