Free Too Salty: Ain't a Damn Thang Changed (Part 6) by Aleta Williams

allow drugs in my house and don’t deal with addicts.” Calvin jumped up so fast, it startled Dena. He was all in her face.
    “Are you calling me o ut my name?” She stared at him without saying a word. “I ain’t no fucking addict. I do that shit to relax, just like you drink. Your daughter smoke weed.” He caught the surprised expression, but didn’t address it. “I get my nose dirty from time to time. I’ve been doing this shit since I was twenty. That’s twenty three years. That shit ain’t got no control over me. Have you seen any signs of a nigga being an addict? I mean, you do know what one is?”
    Dena thought about . She would have never known if she didn’t see the plate on the dresser, but that wasn’t the point. “I just don’t like drugs in my house. I don’t deal with people who mess with drugs.”
    Calvin bit his bottom lip. H e and Dena stared eye to eye. “Fuck it,” he told her and walked over to the walk in closet to grab the items that he had over there. He made sure to leave the gifts that she brought. He packed his bag, walked toward the door, and placed his hands on the doorknob. He turned and looked at her. She hated to see him go, but she had no choice. Drugs was the reason her daddy used to rape her, drugs was what got her first love killed. Her husband put drugs before their family, drugs were what caused Diesel to make so many mistakes. The things he did to Paris and Jazz was so unlike him.
    “When I leave , I ain’t coming back,” he warned.
    “Drugs are evil.  Drug have been hurting me since I was a kid and still does. I hate what it does to people, especially my loved ones.”
    “I’m not weak , Dena. The only one that can control me is my woman, she controls my heart. And, my momma, she controls everything. I ain’t no weak ass nigga.” He shook his head. “Fuck I am explain to your stuck up ass for? You think your shit don’t stink. Man. Bye.” He walked out of the door. Dena thought about how she turned her back on her late husband and how she wasn’t a good support for Diesel when she found out he was using. Maybe if she would have been there for them, they would still be there. Maybe it was the way the universe was allowing her to make her wrong a right. She ran to the door. Calvin was almost to the front door.
    “Pleas e, please, don’t go.” Her voice echoed throughout the mansion. Calvin opened the front door. “Please, CALVIN, come back!” He turned and looked at her.  “Please.” She leaned against the stair rail. When he didn’t budge, she ran down after him. “Calvin. I am sorry. Please, can you come back up so we can talk?” He stared at her. “Please. I love you.”
    Got her ass , he thought. He played the role as if he was undecided by standing there shaking his head. “Apologize,” he demanded
    “I’m sorry. Please , I’m sorry. I need you.”
    He gave her a head nod. “Baby, your man ain’t weak. I got my shit under control.”
    She touched his face. “Drugs don’t have anything to do with you being shot and robbed?” She was referring to the lie he told her the night he was shot at Ken and Jazz’s studio, and the day him and G had a fight at the hospital.
    “Fuck no.” He leaned in and kissed her, and she kissed him back. “Let’s go upstairs,” he told her and took her by the hand.

     
     
 

Part Two

Chapter 9- Jay Bo
     
    Jay Bo sat on the edge of the bed in his hotel room. The only light was the one from his cigarette. He was in deep thought. It had been almost a month since he killed Diesel Kenslow, and now he was ready to make his next move. It was just a matter of time before his parole officer came looking for him to send him back to jail. He hadn't checked in once since he been out and he wasn't planning on it. The thing he gave a fuck about was killing the muthafuckas that hurt his sister. Paris was all he had. She was the only reason why he looked forward to making parole. She was his hope, his