Bad Apple - the Baddest Chick(24)
“You do now. You think shit is sweet? Or do I gotta call my niggas to ride on ya bitch ass? You know my circle, nigga. Don’t f-uck wit’ me!”
Supreme looked at both sisters. He was furious and wanted to kill them both, but he knew his limits with Kola. She was both bark and bite.
Guy Tony had his boss’ back, but he wasn’t ready to war with Cross and Mike-Mike, so he stood in the background quietly, hoping Supreme would step off.
Apple was somewhat relieved that her sister came to her aid. It was the only time she felt happy to have her around.
Supreme smiled mockingly. “You a bad bitch, huh?”
“Try me, muthaf*cka!” Kola locked eyes with him.
“Nah, we cool. Y’all ladies have a good night,” Supreme replied casually. He then looked at Apple and said, “I’ll see you around, Apple.” He stepped out of the stairway, Guy Tony following closely behind.
Kola kept her eyes on him until he was out of the lobby. She then looked at her sister and barked, “What the f-uck business you got wit’ that nigga?”
Apple looked back at her sister with contempt. “It’s nothin’!”
“What you mean, nothin’? I hear you screaming from the lobby, and I walk in to see this nigga got his f*ckin’ hands on you. Are you crazy or stupid?!”
“Kola, stay out my business. I can handle it.”
“You in trouble wit’ this nigga? You took money from him?”
“No, a’ight!”
“Apple, if you got some kinda beef wit’ Supreme let me know. I can get my peoples on it and handle him.”
Apple didn’t need her sister prying into her business and protecting her like she was some charity case. She didn’t need Kola holding her hand. Kola had more love and respect in the hood than Apple ever had, and Apple was also jealous of her sister.
“I’m f*ckin’ OK. Just step off!” Apple screamed.
Kola looked at her sister up and down. “Yo, I don’t know what your f*ckin’ game is or what really is your f*ckin’ problem, but you lookin’ stupid wit’ my f*ckin’ clothes on. Fo’ real, you need to take my shit off and wash it. Then check your f*ckin’ self. What? You tryin’ to be me now, huh?”
“Fuck you, Kola!” Apple shouted then raced upstairs in her heels.
Kola followed behind her, and the two continued their argument inside the apartment. Nichols was on the couch watching TV when she heard the shouting and the door slam.
“Why you in my shit, Apple?”
“Kola, step the f-uck off!” Apple screamed, snatching off the shirt and unbuttoning the skirt.
“No. You tell me why that nigga was pressed up on you like that! Huh, Apple? What the f-uck business you got wit’ him? He a f*ckin’ creep. You f*ckin’ that nigga?”
Apple turned and exclaimed, “I ain’t a f*ckin’ whore, like you, bitch!”
“‘Bitch’? Remember, I’m the one that saved your f*ckin’ ass!”
Apple tossed Kola’s shirt at her and then kicked off the shoes.
Nichols was dumbfounded by her sisters’ argument and wanted them to stop. She stood up and watched her two sisters up in each other’s face like they were boxers in the ring.
“You’s a disrespectful bitch, Apple!”
“I’ll be disrespectful. Just get the f-uck out my face!”
“So, what you tryin’ to do? Fight me now? Huh, Apple? What’s good then, punk!”
Nichols was fed up with the nonsense between her sisters. Tears trickling down her face, she burst out, “Stop it! Stop it! Why y’all always gotta be fighting? I’m tired of this shit! Damn it!” She stormed out of the room and hurried into her mother’s bedroom, leaving the twins astounded by her outburst.
Kola took a step back from Apple, regaining her composure. “You know what? I don’t need this shit. You can keep my f*ckin’ clothes. You seem to need them more than me. I’ll just buy some new shit.” She walked out the door and slammed it shut behind her.
Apple sucked her teeth. She stepped out of the skirt and left everything scattered about in the living room. Dressed in only her panties and bra, she went into the bathroom, turned on the water, and filled the dirty tub up until she was able to jump in and submerge herself from her reality.
She cried underwater, wishing she was able to drown herself. She needed a change in her life, wanted something different, but it felt like she was living through the same bullshit every day.
CHAPTER 10
A few weeks into summer, Harlem had become a hot town. A drug dealer had been murdered, found shot to death on 139th Street and Lenox, and the hood was buzzing with police activity. Word on the streets was, it was a rival of Cross, a man named Donny B. He was found sprawled out on the hard concrete with two shots to his head at two o’clock in the morning. Donny B had been hanging out with some friends near the bodega when a dark Chevy crept up while they were drinking and mingling. A hooded shooter leaped from the car and fired at him at point-blank range, dropping him where he stood as his friends ran off.
The crime scene had been taped off, and bystanders hung around talking about the cold-blooded shooting. Police were trying to take statements from them, but nobody wanted to get involved, fearing retaliation for snitching.