Memoirs Of A Hood Princess

Carter Jenkins

Carter Jenkins

I had thought about going back to the streets many times, It bothered me how I just up and left my click. Every day it ate me up inside, I was a born hustler, it was my life, all I ever knew. The day my brother was murdered was the day I decided to give this quiet life a try. Mase was the only loyal nigga I knew, my lifeline. We ran the streets in our hood, all the dope that was moved uptown to downtown we knew about it. Life was really good back then. We had all the money a nigga could dream of. Mase and Shayla were all I had…..Mase……Shayla……my brother and my daughter were all the people left on this earth that I knew of that shared my blood. Now Mase was gone and all I had was my seed. Lace was Shayla’s mother and someone I wanted to wife up, but that all had changed, because ever since Mase death the bitch had started acting strange. Mase died exactly 1 year and 2 months ago, the same day my beautiful daughter turned 8, the day my world stood still. It was if I was living and just waiting to die, I felt like I had been living a dream since it all happen. They never found my brothers killer and I was so filled with anger I began to suspect EVERYONE! I was running on lil niggas in the cut and pulling my pistol out on any bitch that eyed me wrong………even woke up and put the pistol to Lace ass a couple of times. What surprised me was how she always looked like she expected it and deserved it, something wasn’t right with her and I knew it but couldn’t put my finger on it, I just allowed myself to drift apart from her. Shayla was so beautiful, she looked every bit of my mother….my mother….I missed her so much and now since Mace was gone I knew I had two angels watching over me, but I had to get out, before a nigga got the best of me. After Mase funeral, I looked at my daughter and knew what I had to do. I packed only our clothes, family memories that could be carried and my money and I moved my family away, never looking back. I couldn’t allow Shayla to be hurt. She was so precious. Beautiful was such an understatement when I looked into her eyes. I remember cutting the cord for her birth and thinking how much I would do to protect her and I meant every bit of it. Starting over was so easy, I wish I would have thought like this when Mase was alive, maybe we could have done it together. I could only wish now. Things were different, my life was different, I was a new me. I thought I died March 8th, the day I received the call from Lace saying Mace had been found shot in his home. I thought I had only Shayla keeping me from nutting up and merking every mother fucker that stood in sight. I thought……Until I seen HER! Don’t get me wrong, I never was a weak nigga, pussy never could get me caught up like some of these ignorant dudes walking, me and my brother was always the shit, so I didn’t chase no females……..never had to! Two weeks had pass and on my lunch break all I could ever do was watch this chic, she never talked much and she kept to herself, something about the way she carried herself and her whole swag had me curious. I been In the streets my whole life and I could read a person so well. I knew there was a story lying beneath all that beauty and It bugged me so much I had to approach her.

The first time I spoke to Slim, I thought I was back in high school.  This girl was amazing and I wanted every bit of her, but I just didnt know what to do about Lace, I didnt know if I still loved her.  Something was up with Lace, everytime I brought up Mase name she would get all funny acting on me.  There was something that wasnt right but I couldnt put my finger on it.  I was so compelled with Slim ass that I didnt have time to think about Lace are what she was doing, that girl Slim had a nigga mind gone.  The thought of that made me start lauging out loud.  I was sitting at the kitchen table right across from Lace and my mind was so far from her.  She knew I was in deep thought, and she knew I wasnt thinking about her.  I looked up at saw her with tears in her eyes, part of me felt bad for but part of me knew something wasnt right.  I got up and decided to go and take a shower and try to just relax. I was in the shower and my mind went back to Slim, it was amazing how much I had grown to really like her.  I was really trippn I thought but, she knew what to say to make me feel good and oh my god when she licked her lips I was gone.   I was kicked out of my trance when I heard the bathrooom door bust open, this bitch is getting out of control.  "Carter who the fuck is Slim...huh? What gives the bitch the nerve to think she can call and get all out of control when speaking to me."  I jumped out of the shower and grabbed the towel and walked right by her ass.  I didnt get out of the bathroom fast enough before I felt something hit the back of my fucking head.  I didnt even bother to look back because I knew if I would have my hands would of found their way around Lace neck.  I just through on some gym shorts and a wife beater, grabbed my keys and my wallet and walked out the door.  I sat in my truck pissed the fuck off.  Where the fuck do this bitch get off going through my shit?  I plugged my phone in  the charger and started to dial Slim, so I could apologize for what the fuck ever Lace throwed off ass had said.

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