#GOTTA MAKE DAT MONEY GET PURSE BITCHES

[minghwa]

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[anxiousauthor89]

The Circle Of Saving Lives

The barrel of the gun was right in Trinity’s face. Knowing it was her time she silently said a quick prayer for her daughter and closed her eyes. “Mama don’t look.” She whimpered. Feeling something shove her to the side while Judith let out a scream the gun went off. Using her arms to slide up from the fall on her hip, Trinity sat up to see her mother face down in a pool of blood gasping for air. Dropping the gun Azury screamed in regret. “She pushed you! I was supposed to shoot you, that wasn’t meant for her! The order from Big Daddy was to shoot you I didn’t mean to shoot her!” Trinity wept as she held her mothers head and watched her eyes roll and close as the last breath of air left her body. Kissing her face Trinity held her mothers body and rocked. “Fuck dat baby she should have stayed out the way get me to the car we gotta go.” Obeying orders Azury got behind the wheelchair, pushed hard, and ran for the door. “You got me so fucked up pussy hoe.” Trinity gritted from her teeth. Leaving her mothers body lifeless and limp, and feeling a rage only the devil could create, Trinity picked up the gun, aimed and shot. A single bullet to the back of Azury’s head stopped the push of Shawn’s wheelchair. Her body leaned forward and fell across Shawn’s shoulder. “Baby! Zury!!  Awww no no no nooo!!! Baby come on get up we gotta go man you gotta fuckin push me! Get off me and push!” Shawn pleaded in panic with the corpse bleeding all over him. Walking around to the front of the wheelchair Trinity heard police sirens near by. “Its over Shawn. This is the end.” She said as she looked deep into his terrified face. “Trin come on now....I got money we can leave together all you gotta do is get this dead bitch off my shoulder and push me to the car its half a mill in the back seat, hell it might be more! The perfect amount for us to just start over baby!” He breathed heavily as he could hear the sirens getting closer. “The doors are open baby come on we aint gotta let me go to jail like this! Them niggas gon kill me in there!” Shawn begged as he began to cry. Trinity stared at him, realizing Shawn was right. Jail is not what he deserved. “Fuck!” she mumbled.” You right! Ok, Hold on baby. Let me get the money.” Feeling elated, Shawn smiled. “Yeeeaaaaaa that's my lil bad bitch! Hurry up! Them mufukkas bout to be here!” She quickly ran to his car, and saw the camaflauge duffle bag. She knew the money was there. He had been using that same bag as a stash since she met him. Yanking the bag from the back seat and slamming the door she sprinted back to the hospital. Time was ticking. His time was ticking. The sirens were getting closer. The voices in her head would not be silent. She pleaded with herself. “Don’t do this Trin it would be so fucked up.” But a rage of revenge overtook her as she had to see her mothers body lying there getting cold. This was not fucked up. This was right. And she had to do it even if nobody understood why. She put the bag on her back and walked back to the lobby where Shawn was sitting stuck. “Okay baby good girl! I knew you aint want me in jail! Come on lets go!” He smiled thinking he was free. Shaking her head at him in disgust, Trinity looked over at her mothers body one last time. “I love you mama and I am so so sorry. Thank you for saving me. I know I will see you again.” Before she could give it another second thought, she quickly turned back to Shawn, aimed at his face, and pulled the trigger twice. He died instantly, his head flying back as blood shot out of his mouth staining his gold teeth. Dropping the gun, Trinity ran outside to the curb, spotted her father and daughter in the car and gave him the bag. Seeing her covered in blood and noticing Judith was not there Elijah jumped out. “What is wrong?! Where’s mama?!” He grabbed her searching her eyes for answers. “Daddy, take this bag and my purse with the birth certificate and go. Now! You gotta take care of Myricle now, you and Melodie. What's in this bag is a good head start for you, ok?  You hear me? Be strong daddy! I will explain everything soon but right now I need you to go! Now!” Trinity pleaded. Trying to take in the information Elijah realized his wife wasn't coming home. And neither was Trinity. He hugged her so tight she couldn't breathe. “I got Myricle.” he kissed her cheek and forehead. “I promise.” After he let her go she leaned in the back seat and kissed her daughter. “Papa got you pretty girl. Be good for him.” Seeing the police cars down the street Trinity waved to her daddy and blew him kisses as he drove away. “I love you” she mouthed making a heart shape with her hands. Nodding his head with tears in his eyes he mouthed back “Love you more.” Patting his chest and making the peace sign, he hit the gas, making a left as the police made a right just seconds after he was gone. Trinity walked back to the front door where she had committed her crimes and sat down Indian style with her hands up. The sirens she heard blaring were finally flashing their lights in her face as she surrendered.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              That was 17 almost 18 years ago. I was just a  newborn baby then. I only know the story because my Papa told it to me before he died. He always wanted to make sure I knew how special I was. I saw my mama twice a week. We had a good relationship. She had people in the jail draw me stuff. And always made sure she was good so her visits with me were never cut short. She loved me so much and told me a hundred times. But that jail changed her. Year after year I could see it. That place made her hard, and cold. I guess because she had to be tough. By the time she was killed in a fight at the prison, she didn’t have that special glow anymore. It was long gone. We had to get her cremated because we didn’t have money to bury her. I never even got to see her body. I know she would be proud of me though. Sometimes I think I can feel her around me. Now I am a mama and its just me and my kids. I got pregnant at 14, and just had one 9 months ago. Auntie Melodie is around but she's so out of her mind from medications, she's like my third baby. I take care of her. Grocery store in the day time and dancing in the club at night. Its not the best but its the best I can do. When I get older I’m going to doctor school. I’m gonna give my babies a life they can only see on TV. Dr. Myricle Sharee Steeples. Sound good don’t it? I’ll be right where I need to be. God saved me and my mama. A few times. My grandma saved my mama. Then my mama saved me and my Papa. Then Papa saved me. So if I become a doctor, that’s a good way of paying it forward like Papa taught me. And my girls Joy and Harmony gon do the same. Hopefully I start school in a year or so, then I can move on and I can finally play my role in the circle of saving lives.