Trap Queen.

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      “Oh hell no. That’s what got us in this bullshit in the first place. It’s best if we just let the police take care of it,” Serena suggests. I look back in the back seat, giving her the craziest look I could. Let the police take care of it? Was she out of her goddamn mind? When was the last time she heard about Compton’s police really trying to do something for it’s people?

       “Serena, I don’t where the fuck your mind’s at. Get your shit together. We can’t rely on the police for shit. We live in fuckin’ Compton, not North Hollywood.” A.J. rolls his eyes and kisses his teeth.

      “You never know! Since the murders are racking up around here, maybe they’ll pick up the pace and starting using a little effort. You don’t know,” Serena says. If I was in the mood, I would have turned around and backhanded her right there. She’s acting like she has no damn common sense.

      “You’re so naive.” A.J. rolls out of the parking lot, and we start on the road in silence. Rah doesn’t say anything for the entire ride. I don’t know if it’s because he’s so upset he doesn’t know what to say, or is that he’s just thinking. If he was, I understood him. I was thinking as well. I was thinking about who those niggas were; and why they wanted Reggie. Could’ve shot anyone in the hood but they chose him. It was beyond me.

      “Egypt, who were those niggas? Did you seem ‘em?” Rah asks me, finally speaking up.

       “Yeah, I did. I don’t know shit about them, though. How will we know who the fuck we’re looking for?” I reply.

      “Let me take care of that. Wouldn’t be too hard to find out if you looking hard enough.” Rah sounds certain. Rah seems very calm and collected, and I could tell he was a smart dude. Him in Reggie were almost complete opposites. But they did had a lot of the same ways.

       “Man, Compton just ain’t gettin’ no more better. I know if I’mma have some kids some day, they ain’t finna grow up here. I’mma move them far away from Compton. If not, then we’ll live in the city. But I refuse to let them grow up the same places I did.” I nod my head because I agree. Even though it’s gonna be a long time from now, my kids aren’t going to even know about Compton. It’s no place for a child to grow up.

      Little kids die here.

      “Where are we going?” Serena inquires. I don’t know where we’re going myself.

      “We gonna head to Long Beach. I have to talk to someone. I’m sure y’all wouldn’t mind waiting, would ya?” A.J. chuckles a little bit. I smirk. He was so silly.

      “Who are you going to see? A.J., you have connections with a lot of dangerous people, on the real,” Serena asks, nosey-like. This girl was like scared of everything, which I would never understand. I needed to learn Serena’s backstory a little more, since she was always so cautious. Not necessarily a bad thing, but annoying as fuck when we had to do something important.

      “Don’t fucking worry about it! Damn!” A.J. exclaimed. Rah and I stayed completely silent. I can’t remember the last time I was in Long Beach, so I can tell it had been a while. Right now, I ain’t know what else to expect. Now, it was like I was trusting A.J. to make sure shit wasn’t about to pop off.

      We rode the rest of the way to Long Beach in silence. A.J. took us to a neighborhood that screamed gang violence. The houses looked broke all the way down. “Do you y’all want to come inside?” A.J. asks us. I nod my head, because it doesn’t make me feel comfortable to stay in the car. I ain’t know nothing about this area.

      Rah and Serena stay in the car while me and A.J. go inside. 

     “What do you plan to do here?” I ask A.J., since he didn’t answer Serena earlier. My feet crunch on the gravel road and I kind of like the sound. The house looked like a trap, and the lights weren’t cut on. I doubt if someone even lived here.

      “I just came here to see about somethin’. My homeboy may know somebody that is planning to snitch on you, Reggie, and Rah.”

      “Why you ain’t tell me before?” I question.

     “I ain’t want you to freak out.”

     “Well I is now!”

     A.J. knocks on the door and we wait a while for somebody to open it. A lightskin dude opens it, and he almost looks gay. He had two earrings and it was like he spent hours in the mirror looking at himself. He moves aside at let A.J. and me in. It smells like nothing but cigarette smoke. I follow A.J. around awkwardly, and he leads me into the back room, as if he’s looking for someone.

      “Desean?” A.J. calls. Someone comes out of the back room, and they got a durag on. He was short, and looked like YG. He smirks, and I see the whole front of his teeth has golds.

      “Just the man I wanted to see.” We both follow Desean to another room, close to the front. The house looks much bigger on the inside than on the out. There’s nothing but a desk and chairs in the room we’re in.

       A.J. and I take a seat, and Desean sits diagonally from us. He rubs his hands together like he’s cold, and then speaks up.

      “Well, I heard some niggas plottin’ to snitch on y’all about the murders.” At first, I thought Desean was talking to A.J., but then I realize he’s talking to me. I didn’t know that almost everyone in Compton and Long Beach knew that we murdered anyone.

      “How does anyone know about it?” I inquire.

      “Word got around. But I’d watch my back about who you trust. That’s all I’m going to say. Someone that appears to be yo’ closest friend could testify against you in court. Be careful out here, mayne.” Desean sounds serious.